<?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-22781275</id><updated>2011-07-14T05:38:30.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An empty heart... An empty soul... An empty mind... ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>A sneaky peak into my life, loves and what-nots!  A 23 year old mother of one, partner and mummy to two kitty's.... I'll see you around! =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115347995670602364</id><published>2006-07-21T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:13:07.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I lack patience</title><content type='html'>So, I'm still waiting to hear from the new employer. All I want to know is my start date but I have to wait. I'm normally not so bad at waiting, but this time it just seems to be impossible. I think I'm driving everyone insane when I witter on about it, but I can't help it. I want to know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last.FM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to load up properly. Is anyone else out there who uses this website having any difficulties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also finally got myself the new &lt;a href="http://www.muse.mu/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; album and I have to say I'm in love. Definitely one for the weekly listenings!!  I wouldn't mind trying to get to see them play the &lt;a href="http://www.men-arena.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report on... The summer sun still remains... For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115347995670602364?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115347995670602364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115347995670602364&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115347995670602364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115347995670602364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-lack-patience.html' title='I lack patience'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115313785016046414</id><published>2006-07-17T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:04:10.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's finally here. The Summer that is. I don't know how long it will last for, it'll probably rain next week or snow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you are well aware I got offered the job and I received my contract and pension details through the post on Wednesday. I quickly sent everything back to them on Thursday and I've just called them to see if they received it ok. They did, so now I'm waiting patiently to find out when I start.... I hope they don't keep me in suspense long. I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a job interview / induction type thing at &lt;a href="http://www.toyota.co.uk/cgi-bin/toyota/bv/generic_editorial.jsp?BV_SessionID=@@@@0921949645.1153136617@@@@&amp;BV_EngineID=cccdaddigedejekcfngcfkmdfkidfgf.0&amp;amp;amp;navRoot=toyota_1024_root&amp;portal=null&amp;amp;r=1&amp;fullwidth=TRUE&amp;amp;edname=homepage_content&amp;catname=%2ftoyota_1024_root%2fmain_nav&amp;amp;zone=Zone+Homepage&amp;skin=-1&amp;amp;menuid=9476"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toyota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He had to be there for 11am and he won't finish untill 4pm. He's gonna be knackered later because he's on nights this week and he'd normally be in bed now. Fingers crossed though that it all goes well. Who knows he might even be handing in his notice sometime soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm trying to spend as much time with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as possible, I'm gonna miss her like hell when I have to go to work. I know she's going to be in safe hands though and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be saving me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; £££'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on childcare. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks Mum, you're one in a million!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.empireonline.com/reviews/reviewcomplete.asp?FID=9751"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday night and as I'm not a massive fan of the other films I have to say I was really suprised. It was really good. Well worth going to watch. The only thing I didn't really like was that it was 3 hours long and my bum ached after a little while of sitting in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the beach and she loved it! I've never taken her before, I dunno why. It killed a couple of hours and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loved making sand castles... Even the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;joined in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everythings good in my life at the moment. Now all I need for it to be perfect is the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get this job and then we can move to a house with a garden. Whoopee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115313785016046414?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115313785016046414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115313785016046414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115313785016046414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115313785016046414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-sun.html' title='Summer Sun.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115269241951182023</id><published>2006-07-12T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:20:19.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to....</title><content type='html'>... ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter this morning about the job interview I had attended and I'm pleased to tell the world that I have been offered the job.  How cool is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comments welcome. I'm too excited to blog at the moment, I'll update later on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lower note, I have a dentist appointment today. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115269241951182023?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115269241951182023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115269241951182023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115269241951182023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115269241951182023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/congratulations-to.html' title='Congratulations to....'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115221479859743290</id><published>2006-07-06T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:48:17.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And so we welcome Becca...</title><content type='html'>My new renter this week is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her blog &lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=70744"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot House Momma&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and this is what she has to say about herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm a somewhat sane mom of a boisterous 3 year old son and an intoxicating baby girl of 5 months. A unexceptional wife to my loving husband of almost 3 years. Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on over and check out her most recent entry. It's about her holiday to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I haven't really done much. Mainly housework, which is never ending. The intense&lt;br /&gt;heat has turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into a ratty little madam. It's also made her want to nap during late afternoons which is no good because when it comes to bedtime all she wants to do is play with her toys. Lastnight it was gone 9pm before it was all quiet upstairs. She was awake at&lt;br /&gt;6.30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/overviewds"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DS Lite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still hasn't been delivered. The guy I've bought it from has made up some bizzarre story about having left it at his old property and his ex flatmate having to post it back to him. I've emailed him this evening to find out if his "ex flatmate" has even posted it, but really in my mind I'm asking "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;did you even have one to sell in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Anyway, I'm not one to moan in the first instance but I will be requesting a refund if it's not here by Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a development review tomorrow at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which should be fun. They'll check her height, weight and other things like speech. I hope they'll be able to get some English out of her, she still speaks in her own little language. After that we're heading on down to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Might even take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the Madhouse.&lt;/p&gt;Yuck, I have bad period pains today. It actually feels like someone is stabbing me in my tummy with a kitchen knife and to make matters worse we have no parcetamol in the house. Not only that, I just don't seem to be able to move my arse over to the shop to buy some. I might just go on a mad house-hunt. I'm sure I had some stashed somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, look at the time. I better get preparing some tea before settling down to an ever eventful evening of &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/bigbrother/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115221479859743290?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115221479859743290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115221479859743290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115221479859743290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115221479859743290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-so-we-welcome-becca.html' title='And so we welcome Becca...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115218096898714805</id><published>2006-07-06T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:18:09.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more video clips...</title><content type='html'>... and a post to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/video-0001.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/video-0003.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115218096898714805?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115218096898714805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115218096898714805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115218096898714805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115218096898714805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-more-video-clips.html' title='Two more video clips...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-115200676435515075</id><published>2006-07-04T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:37:34.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back into the swing of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it's true. I'm back. Have you missed me?? Surely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reason behind my sparse blogging is just family life. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seems to be taking up most of my day and then I have the usual housework on top, so theres not much time left to kick back and relax - Other than when &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/bigbrother/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is on. I'm addicted this year, so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets get things done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our BBQ and night out was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;I have purchased a &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/overviewds"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nintendo DS Lite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yay! But it's not been delivered yet =(&lt;br /&gt;I am on a diet and taking up regular exercise.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I have decided we need to catch some summer sun abroad next year, nothings been decided yet though.&lt;br /&gt;Um. and. Um. I have another interview!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday 10th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it's with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Connexions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to work at my local Careers office. Ooh exciting. The job role is pretty much what I used to do when I worked for a local training provider. I'm excited and nervous, this would be a great job for me and I have always wanted to work with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Connexions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway we'll see. Lets just hope I don't stuff it up like the last interview I attended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been amazing. It's just a shame that whenever the husband books a weeks holiday and we plan to do some exciting things it always rains. Last week we took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.tamoshanterfarm.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tam O'Shanter Urban Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was good. Apart from it raining. I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed the little play area more than the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spent the afternoon with my sister (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and came back as mucky as ever, but she had fun and we got some peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we decided to take a drive up to &lt;a href="http://www.wirral.gov.uk/er/arrowe.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrowe Country Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a play about in the park and then the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; played some football. Heres some footage from the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/18-06-06_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; playing with Mummys lipstick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="297" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/emaandme.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/03-07-06_1657.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/03-07-06_1703.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/03-07-06_1704.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/03-07-06_1722.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="175" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/03-07-06_1719.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-115200676435515075?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115200676435515075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=115200676435515075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115200676435515075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/115200676435515075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-back-into-swing-of-it.html' title='Getting back into the swing of it...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_18-06-06_1337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114975877630416855</id><published>2006-06-08T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:26:16.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The news, keeps on getting worse.</title><content type='html'>I've just got up out of bed. Sat down to check my emails and read the latest news updates and came across this shocking story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/_41202178_babysitters203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babysitter rapists await jail term ruling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two babysitters who raped and sexually assaulted a 12-week-old girl will find out later if their jail terms are being increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Webster, 40, from Hatfield in Hertfordshire, is serving a minimum six-year term while his co-accused Tanya French, 19, also from Hatfield, was imprisoned for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A panel of five senior judges, headed by the Lord Chief Justice, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Phillips, will decide of the sentences were "unduly lenient".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges have been urged to raise the length of the original sentences by the Government's senior law officer, Attorney General Lord Goldsmith QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Goldsmith said at a recent hearing that the crimes committed by&lt;br /&gt;Webster and French had "shocked and outraged public opinion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster, 40, and French, 19, of Hatfield, Hertfordshire, raped and indecently assaulted the baby and took photographs of the horrific abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster was jailed for life in January after pleading guilty to rape, indecent assault, permitting indecent images to be taken of a child and making indecent images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge at St Albans Crown Court set a minimum term of six years in Webster's case - meaning he must serve at least that amount of time behind bars before he can be considered for parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French was jailed for five years and given an extended licence period of five years after admitting the same charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's mother has described the sentences given to the pair as a&lt;br /&gt;"joke". She was unaware of the abuse until detectives visited her after&lt;br /&gt;finding photographs detailing the horrific abuse at Webster's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster, described as "evil and depraved", also pleaded guilty to a&lt;br /&gt;separate charge of indecently assaulting a 14-year-old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Goldsmith said he was asking the court to review sentences imposed for "offences of the gravest depravity against an innocent defenceless baby and another young girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage victim and the baby's family were in court for the&lt;br /&gt;hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Goldsmith said the cases of Webster and French were&lt;br /&gt;"exceptional in the nature of what took place and their depravity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told the judges: "You may think that, having seen the photographs, that what took place was almost beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The acts of those two offenders will have done incalculable damage to the baby and her mother". &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like this shouldn't be allowed back into the community.  I was outraged that someone could be so sick and twisted to do this to a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views and opinions would be good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114975877630416855?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114975877630416855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114975877630416855&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114975877630416855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114975877630416855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/06/news-keeps-on-getting-worse.html' title='The news, keeps on getting worse.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114958449942273460</id><published>2006-06-06T09:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:01:39.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, oh, oh.  WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>The underbust corset is here and it looks amazing on! I have a teenie weenie waist!!! The corset is a 26inch waist and that's closed AND I can close it comfortably. I won't be having it fully closed when we go out as I have a feeling it may get a little too tight after a while, but overall I am really happy with my purchase and as it only cost me Â£26 I'd say it was a total bargain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another plus today. My Step-Dad text me this morning to say that my phone has arrive. Yay!! I'm off round there soon to pick it up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114958449942273460?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114958449942273460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114958449942273460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114958449942273460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114958449942273460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-oh-oh-wow.html' title='Oh, oh, oh.  WOW!!!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114957795894889426</id><published>2006-06-06T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:12:38.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It couldn't get any better.</title><content type='html'>I'm up real early this morning, only so I can make sure I catch the postman.  He apparenty knocked on Saturday morning, but I was alseep and didn't hear his knock.  I'm waiting for the rest of my outfit to be delivered, so I really don't want to miss him.  He should be bringing two corsets and the shrug to match my skirt.  No doubt there will be nothing but bills, it would be just my luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is still alseep.  She was awake at 5.30am playing with her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/balamory/"&gt;Balamory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dolls.  I went in to give her a book to settle down with and within 5 minutes she was back asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came round lastnight to do my hair.  I went for the white streaks again and they look so much better than the last time I had them.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept calling my friend "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".... Her name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  She can be too cute sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got a lot planned for today to be honest.  Gonna try and get as much housework done as possible this week, bin some rubbish and clean up my yard a bit more.  If all my items get delivered this morning then I'm going to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the park for a couple of hours.  The weather is lovely outside.  Summer is finally here, and we're going to take full advantage of the nice weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I should be getting a new phone at some point this week.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114957795894889426?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114957795894889426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114957795894889426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114957795894889426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114957795894889426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-couldnt-get-any-better.html' title='It couldn&apos;t get any better.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114920334646457478</id><published>2006-06-01T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:09:06.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corset ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/bustle-skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late and I should be in bed, but I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and I are have a BBQ party thingy sometime soon and we're all making an appearance at the Krazy House, which is ace because I haven't been on a proper good night out since february. Thats lame. So yes, party = new outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I racked my brains for a few days about what I was going to wear and then I found (and fell in love with) this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/400/cb_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a pinstripe bustle skirt.  I paid for it on Tuesday night and it got delivered this morning.  It's amazing and looks even more amazing on.   I've also bought the matching shrug (jacket) and I am soon to be the proud owner of a sexy tight-lacing underbust corset (hopfully)... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep you posted, but right now I should grab some food before bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114920334646457478?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114920334646457478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114920334646457478&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114920334646457478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114920334646457478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/06/corset-ready.html' title='Corset ready?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114863400823181865</id><published>2006-05-26T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:01:16.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's off.</title><content type='html'>Spoke to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the fabric shop trip is cancelled. I hope this rain clears up soon, I need to make a trip to the bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114863400823181865?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114863400823181865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114863400823181865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114863400823181865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114863400823181865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-off.html' title='It&apos;s off.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114862946786071640</id><published>2006-05-26T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:46:13.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans to pot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Screamed-Clothing/scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Screamed-Clothing/scissors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having some sunny weather yesterday I decided to make arrangements with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take a trip up to the fabric shop for some inspiration and also to price up some much needed material. So I've got up this morning to drizzle! &lt;em&gt;It's that fine rain&lt;/em&gt;... Oh dear, I feel a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peter Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quote coming on... No I don't. haha. Yeah so it's not very nice outside today, I've gotta ring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when she gets back from taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to school to see if we're still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had decided this morning that he was going to trim his head with the clippers and has taken a chunk out of the back. So all his lovely locks have now gone and he's sporting a bald patch *tries not to giggle* :( I haven't seen it as he's at home, he rang me up earlier and the first thing to come out of his mouth was "&lt;em&gt;Ooops&lt;/em&gt;". I'll get to see it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is still alseep, ah blissful mornings. I can't remember the last time I has so much peace and quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114862946786071640?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114862946786071640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114862946786071640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114862946786071640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114862946786071640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/plans-to-pot.html' title='Plans to pot.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Screamed-Clothing/th_scissors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114850781148753929</id><published>2006-05-24T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:04:12.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time....</title><content type='html'>No hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. I've become a person in hiding. No I haven't, I just thought it sounded interesting. Actually I've been meaning to sit down and do a good post for a few days now but haven't really had anything interesting to natter about. I still haven't, so I'll guess I'll just update people on my week so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, as some of you may already know was the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; husbands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; week off and it was fantastic to spend a whole week together. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loved it too as she was getting double the attention and someone as mental as her to play around with. We'd planned to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the zoo at some point, but that was dependant on the weather. It rained all week. We didn't go to the zoo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't seem to notice, mind or be bothered at all by it, but it upset me a little because I had promised her. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is off on holiday again in about 4 weeks time, so hopefully we'll get to go then. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is working 5 nights this week, so he won't be back home here until Saturday morning which is a bit poo, but it means he is making the extra cash in overtime to buy his new tyres for his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beloved bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (his car) and I believe they are really needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are making a trip to the fabric shop at some point this week. I have an order for a tutu and also a skirt. I need to find some polka-dot material and also some slinky red material for some guys dress - Yeah he's a cross-dresser! So looks like I might be busy with orders for the next few weeks... &lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I checked with my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today whether she would mind having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; overnight in a few weeks time. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are (hopefully) going to be having a much needed night out, which is great. I think if it's warm we'll be having a barbeque and some friends round for alcohol fueled madness with a bit of metal thrown in for good measure... Well, maybe a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of metal! I seriously need to think about what I'm going to wear, it has to be something I'll make as a way of self-advertising. Something&lt;em&gt; fantastic&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;revealing&lt;/em&gt; and most of all, something &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Toodles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and I nearly forgot, I am Back in Black!!!  My hair is all glossy, healthy and super sexy black at the moment.... I'm thinking I may need some white streaks again real soon... Or maybe another fab colour... What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114850781148753929?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114850781148753929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114850781148753929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114850781148753929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114850781148753929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time.html' title='Long time....'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114785979314421589</id><published>2006-05-17T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:56:33.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please welcome to the stage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/let.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/let.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=53876"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my new renter. &lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=53876"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, owns a wonderful blog called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=53876"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The T Stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". I have been reading her blog for a little while now and I have to say it makes my time reading blogs worthwhile. Her latest post is about her cat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her hubby, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hilarious and I sugest if you haven't already then you go clickety click click and go read now. Tell her you stopped by via my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have decided to list everyone who put a bid in for my place this week, thanks again and maybe next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=1963"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incogblogo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=4818"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#!/usr/bin/mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=42087"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...My So-CaLLed RamBLinGs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=54989"&gt;Wahhhh!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=54630"&gt;My Corner of the Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=62432"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USELESS ADVICE FROM USELESS MEN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=63495"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exclusive riot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=73364"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clusterfook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=66929"&gt;The Ethel Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/show_page.php?SiteID=67585"&gt;Ramblings of a Desert Madman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I think I need a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the hair to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Tenant" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114785979314421589?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114785979314421589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114785979314421589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114785979314421589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114785979314421589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-welcome-to-stage.html' title='Please welcome to the stage...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114769097445928983</id><published>2006-05-15T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:15:23.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we going to the Zoo tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/crw_3584_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/crw_3584_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like our trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.chesterzoo.org/default.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week might not be as good as we were hoping for. The weather forecast for today is rain, rain and yeah you guess it, more rain! We hadn't planned on going on a particular day, we were just gonna try and make sure it was dry. At least then we would be able to take a picnic with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I were singing "we're all going to the zoo tomorrow" and chatting about all the "aaamals" that we are going to see lastnight and she was all excited. I just hope this rain clears up pretty soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also hoping to get my back yard cleared up this week while the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is off work, but that doesn't seem to be going to plan either. I don't know about you but having to scrape up soggy cardboard off the floor isn't my idea of gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to dye my hair on Saturday morning, as the brown roots were really starting to hack me off!  I went in search for the red hair dye I had stashed in my house.  After about 30 minutes of searching I finally found it and got all excited, thinking that soon I would have lovely red locks again after living with a black mop for months.  Oh how I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair dye didn't take.  Of 'effing course it didn't, the remaining colour of my hair was black (apart from the brown roots), so I should have known that it wouldn't cover or in the slightest lighten my hair.  I was gutted.  The water ran clear and I dryed and styled my hair as normal.  &lt;strong&gt;Disaster&lt;/strong&gt;!  I had orangey roots and everything else was still black, I'm stupid.   Anyway, I had to do an emergency hair dye buy while we were out shopping on Saturday and I still haven't gotton round to fixing the problem.  I think I'm gonna give it a go today and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114769097445928983?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114769097445928983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114769097445928983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114769097445928983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114769097445928983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-we-going-to-zoo-tomorrow.html' title='Are we going to the Zoo tomorrow?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114743133572626849</id><published>2006-05-12T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:34:27.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow - Bit of News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/13wk500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/13wk500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a &lt;a href="http://www.ntlworld.com/news/story_uk.php?page_zone=150.5.2&amp;storyid=29610595"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;news article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that got my brain into gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A schoolgirl who became pregnant at the age of 11 is set to break the record for being the UK's youngest mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now aged 12, she has told a national newspaper how she is "&lt;em&gt;really excited&lt;/em&gt;" about the prospect of having a child after losing her virginity to a boy aged 15 in Edinburgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is due to give birth in a few weeks, breaking the record set by Jenny Teague of Dorset, who had a baby aged 12 years and nine months in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, who has not been named, told the Sun: "&lt;em&gt;I think I'll be able to cope as I've had lots of practice looking after my brothers&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feared that she might be pregnant after having unprotected sex with the boy on a night out with friends in Edinburgh last August. The pregnancy was confirmed with the help of a supermarket home-testing kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 34-year-old mother told the newspaper: "&lt;em&gt;I'm not ashamed of my daughter at all - in fact, I'm proud of her for keeping her baby&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mum-to-be, who smokes up to 20 cigarettes a day according to the newspaper, said she hoped the baby would be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm enjoying being pregnant - even though I get a bit of a sore back and sore ribs&lt;/em&gt;," she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reactions to this were OMG, WTF?!? 11 years old?! WTF is she doing having sex at 11??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions, opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was your &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; girl, what would you do or how would you react??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full article and actual news video report can be found &lt;a href="http://www.ntlworld.com/news/story_uk.php?page_zone=150.5.2&amp;amp;storyid=29610595"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/news" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pregnancy" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Childred" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sex" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114743133572626849?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ntlworld.com/news/story_uk.php?page_zone=150.5.2&amp;storyid=29610595' title='Wow - Bit of News!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114743133572626849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114743133572626849&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114743133572626849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114743133572626849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-bit-of-news.html' title='Wow - Bit of News!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114727734887855372</id><published>2006-05-10T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:19:19.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I never get what I really want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pureprofile.co.uk/entry.asp?P=472698146" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pureprofile" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/home_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just this second logged into my email and found another request to take part in a questionnaire from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pureprofile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. All I needed to do was to look over two websites of interest and that was it! I got&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 40p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for that!!! I know it's not really a lot, but its a lot better that getting paid pennies to write reviews on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciao.co.uk"&gt;Ciao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know because I've been writing reviews on it for a few years now. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past few days has been rammed to the brim with house searching, job searching and self-promoting... Oh and not forgetting being a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;part-time girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;full-time Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hack, I'm exhausted! I found a beautiful house on the internet the other day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unfurnished traditional three bedroom terraced house located in a popular residential area. This property comprises of hallway, living room, dining room,&lt;br /&gt;kitchen, three good size bedrooms and a family bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got all excited because I know the location really well, the rent was cheaper than the rabbit hutch I live in at the moment and it sported both front and back gardens with a driveway! Very swish!! Well I guess anything has gotta be better than our yard...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as I got a bit too exited I saw this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LET AGREED SIMILAR REQUIRED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gutted&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to put up with where I'm living for a while longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a fantastic jigsaw puzzle for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and for the past few days she's been putting the pieces together, building the jigsaw, undoing it and then restarting it. So well done &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you clever little thing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="392" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1026.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="111" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1023.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="168" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1021.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been doing nothing but chasing a poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;woodlouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; round my kitchen floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="323" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1035.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pure+profile" rel="tag"&gt;Pureprofile&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/property" rel="tag"&gt;Property&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/su" rel="screamed+clothing"&gt;Screamed-Clothing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/creatures" rel="tag"&gt;Creatures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114727734887855372?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114727734887855372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114727734887855372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114727734887855372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114727734887855372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-never-get-what-i-really-want.html' title='I never get what I really want.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_home_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114712665960536529</id><published>2006-05-08T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:25:04.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/ill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/ill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore throat, which means I'm probably coming down with a cold and that is bad news. I hate colds as I always get hit bad by them and usually end up suffering for weeks on end. I'm drinking a-plenty and also making sure I take my vitamins, hopefully then I'll mend quicker than normal. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Newsflash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.chesterzoo.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chester Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next week as he is off on booked holiday for the whole week. I can't wait, we're gonna pack a picnic me thinks and make a real day of it. I should come back with millions of pics, who knows I might even create a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flickr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; account, as my blog will look very crammed with them all posted on here, won't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my head back into some creations so the corset will be on hold for a while. I've managed to get my &lt;a href="http://screamedclothing.sm4.biz"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back up and running as the people who were hosting it decided to delete my old one.... All my hard work and effort, wasted! But theres no point in dwelling on it, so yes its back! Click &lt;a href="http://screamedclothing.sm4.biz"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to take a sneaky peak, but be warned its still in the early stages so somethings may look slightly weird. Oh and I got myself a new &lt;a href="http://screamedclothing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for it too, so if you're bored you could check that out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I promised myself with an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/health" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Chester+Zoo" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chester Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/screamed-clothing" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screamed-Clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/flickr" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flickr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogs" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114712665960536529?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114712665960536529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114712665960536529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114712665960536529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114712665960536529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/urgh.html' title='Urgh.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114691131481780967</id><published>2006-05-06T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:30:49.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer retard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say when it comes to new software for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I seem to be a little retarded... All the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and whatever confuses me, not hard I know. But I seem to be finding my feet. &lt;em&gt;Finally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just decided to download &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/ie/default.mspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windows Internet Explorer 7 BETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, after a week or so of toying with the idea. I thought at first I'd download it to "&lt;em&gt;try it out&lt;/em&gt;" and I have. I'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I think. Although I'm not speaking too soon because I haven't seen any flaws or annoyances, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. The whole tabbed browsing makes my life a million times easier and actually my internet speed seems to be used to it's full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm waffling. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best get going. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is off to her&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Daddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and I need to attack her "&lt;strong&gt;big wig&lt;/strong&gt;" with the hairbrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/IE+7" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IE 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/beta" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/software" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Software&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114691131481780967?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114691131481780967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114691131481780967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114691131481780967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114691131481780967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/computer-retard.html' title='Computer retard.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114682861225655510</id><published>2006-05-05T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:01:39.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks a mile to my feet.</title><content type='html'>Don't be confused by the title, it's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a song I'm listening to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is glorious again, yesterday was so warm and in the afternoon we had thunder and lightening with some rain thrown in for good measure. It cooled down after that, but it was still extremely warm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a little sunburnt and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chose to jump around on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sofa all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment booked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, to dicuss my financial situtation when I finally return to work. The phone rang at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say that the woman I was booked in to see had gone sick and they would call me later on this afternoon to rearrange. Why they couldn't do it there and then I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I plan to go to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. The fresh air will do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the world of good and she'll enjoy spending some time with her little sidekick (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) when she gets out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've applied for two more jobs with the &lt;a href="http://www.nhs.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jimmy+eat+world" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/finance" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nhs" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114682861225655510?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114682861225655510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114682861225655510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114682861225655510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114682861225655510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/looks-mile-to-my-feet.html' title='Looks a mile to my feet.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114673670609235641</id><published>2006-05-04T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:43:07.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#c3a8ce"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things that irritate me the most&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holding conversations with my &lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, she irritates me. She starts off trying to tell you a story, or an update in the world of the 'oracle' and within seconds she's off on a tangent, talking about something totally random that has &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do with the starting topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. People who leave the price stickers on the soles of their shoes. I don't know why but this has always annoyed me, ever since I can remember. If I see someone who has left the sticker on their shoes then I always think about telling them, but then they'd probably think I'm some kind of lunatic. They would probably be right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Door-to-door sales and cold calling. &lt;em&gt;Urgh&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing more to add on this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Fathers that never have the time or effort to see their kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Those useless lumps on various pavements at my local shopping centre. I can't walk on them in heels, so in my eyes they are a death trap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. The way my MP3 Player has a mind of it's own. If I select it to chose tracks randomly it always seems to replay tracks that it's already played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. People who stare. Yes I may look slightly "&lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt;" to you, but is there really a need to superglue your eyeballs to me? It's &lt;em&gt;rude&lt;/em&gt; to stare y'kno!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. People with bad/no manners. How hard is it for people to say "Thanks" if you hold the door open for them?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Energy companies who &lt;strong&gt;get it wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;I switched energy providers recently (gas a nd electric) and I kept receiving debt collecting letters and solicitor letters claiming that I owed the previous suppliers money. Obviously I didn't and to cut a long story short they eventually (after 6 months) admitted that their "&lt;em&gt;computers&lt;/em&gt;" were wrong. Retards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Watching&lt;strong&gt; Lost&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Channel 4&lt;/strong&gt;. It always cuts to a break within 2 minutes of the damn programme starting. Why? ... It used to do it on &lt;strong&gt;Invasion&lt;/strong&gt; too, &lt;strong&gt;Channel 4&lt;/strong&gt; need a serious kick up the backside for this!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. People who blow cigarette smoke in my face. I'm not against smokers (I used to smoke), as long as they don't do this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Imagine this scenario. You playing a computer game, be it PC or console. You've past a really tough part in the game and you're just getting really involved with what's going on. Then all of a sudden... The effin' thing crashes and you didn't save it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. I have a crap memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. When getting on a bus there are specific seats at the front of the bus for wheelchair's and pushchairs/prams. Now when I used to get on with &lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt; in her pushchair, people would always refuse to move from them seats and I would have to ask them. They would always then grumble something about those seats being for wheelchair's only. If only they bothered to read the signs they would see that they are not just for wheelchair's. But then people don't bother reading signs anymore, do they?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Another scenario. Your in a rush to get somewhere and there in an elderly woman pottering infront of you. You try everything but you can't get past her, I swear if she went any slower she'd probably stop. Now stick this old lady in a bus queue and you can guarantee she will always run, yes run to the front! Never underestimate the speed of an OAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt; has hit a whining stage. Whe she doesn't get her own way she whines. Its really annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. The way I can &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; find a pair of matching socks in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=laydeem&amp;amp;postid=04May2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. ItÂs easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114673670609235641?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114673670609235641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114673670609235641&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114673670609235641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114673670609235641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/thursday-thirteen-3.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #3'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114665870077600322</id><published>2006-05-03T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:39:11.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot to mention</title><content type='html'>First of all I'd like to welcome &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/71514"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; into the Madhouse. She's gonna be my new tenant for the week. This is her &lt;strong&gt;'About Me'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Laci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home:&lt;/strong&gt; Louisville, Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a native Texan now living in the Bluegrass of Kentucky, the land of horses and whiskey. I left my hometown, the only place I've ever known, and moved 1,100 miles away to take a job. You know what? I have yet to regret that move! I work at a TV station, making sure you know what the hell goes on in the world every day. It has its ups and downs, but at least I never know what to expect when I walk into work every day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/71514"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, like me hates laundry and will try almost anything to not do any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose her blog because it tickles me, we have some things in common (she listens to &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Fall+Out+Boy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Bonus!) and I think you guys will love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on, hop on over to &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/71514"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/71514"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/vine24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since I started my job hunting I have been neglecting my creative side and I haven't made anything since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is bad. So I've decided to put my mind to it and make myself a new&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; corset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/48_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="225" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/48_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I bought a corset months ago that cost me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; £40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it fell to pieces when it was washed and since then has always sat in my corset drawer looking drab and broken. This is the corset before it was ruined (obviously this isn't me modelling it! - Taken from &lt;a href="http://ebay.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eBay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The material it was made out of was cheap, but pretty looking and the stitching was crap. It started to come away where the boning panels are (those black strips lying vertical on the body) and because the stitching was crap the material was fraying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night while the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was filing in some application forms I decided to go on a hunt around my bedroom for some materials to create my masterpiece. I found some black satin, which I usually use for the underskirts on my tutus and some bra cup wiring - I never seem to be able to throw anything away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All set, I started taking the corset to pieces...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just a photo of one side of the corset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Around the top and bottom of the corset is some delicate lacing which was really difficult to remove and keep intact, so I'm gonna have to replace it with something new as some of the pieces got damaged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the plastic bones, there are 6 in all. Two for the bust panel, two at the sides and two on the back. I think I might replace these with some metal bones as I have found a cool &lt;a href="http://www.kleins.co.uk/index.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;website &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that have allsorts of cheap goodies for corsetry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This it the eyelet panel, which is featured on the photo of the full corset, at the back, keeping the corset closed with lacing. I am going to replace these panel as they are now overstretched and out of shape (due to the corset being fully closed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hook and eye panel to the front is also the same as above, but I will be replacing this (hopefully) with a steel busk - All depending on whether I can pick up one cheaply enough. I have no idea what I'm gonna do with the bra wiring yet, but I'll find something to use it on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/spoon_basque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The corset will be made in black satin with white satin panels for the boning. I have already made good progress on using the corset as a template for cutting my material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I haven't bored you all to death at this point.... I will keep you updated on my progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/vine24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="305" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0999.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="297" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1001.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seem to be making a full recovery from their operations yesterday and already seem a little calmer than normal. Whether thats because they're still feeling a little sore and tender downstairs I don't know, but things can only get better from here, right?!&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has spent the morning making me pretend tea and plastic toast, which she's cooked on her little kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The weather is amazing outside so I might take her to the park for a few hours, but first I need to finish off my housework and get some laundry done.... It's never ending!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/corsetry" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corsetry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cats" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/ebay" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eBay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tenant" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114665870077600322?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114665870077600322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114665870077600322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114665870077600322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114665870077600322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/lot-to-mention.html' title='A lot to mention'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_vine24.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114656215247429310</id><published>2006-05-02T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:41:33.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The phonecall.</title><content type='html'>Seeing as we were all up nice and early to say goodbye and take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.vetontheweb.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was wide awake when the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;a href="http://www.nhs.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hospital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ringing to tell me I hadn't got the &lt;a href="http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/interview.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm disappointed obviously, but it's not knocked my confidence or anything and there are plenty more jobs out there... I'll just have to keep on applying and keep dreaming for a while. I'll get a job, &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not very happy with me right now. She thinks that we've given &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; away, the poor thing. She'll be happy to see them later on today, although I'm thinking they won't be happy to see any of us. I've gotta ring them up at 2pm to find out how the operations went, how they are and when we can go collect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exhaust on his car is falling off, so he's not too hapy right now. Hopefully he'll be able to temporarily fix it until he can get back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunny Southport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get it checked into a garage. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm off to enjoy a cosy cuddle off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while we watch &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/monstersinc/index2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monsters Inc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/vets" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/disney" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nhs" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114656215247429310?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114656215247429310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114656215247429310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114656215247429310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114656215247429310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/phonecall.html' title='The phonecall.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114650731062216770</id><published>2006-05-01T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:47:19.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat lovers / owners please help!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my kitty's) are due to be neutered tomorrow morning. I was told by the woman at the vets, when I booked the appointment, that I would receive some pre-op notes on feeding. That was on Thursday and I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; haven't received anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they can't be fed from 10pm tonight, but I don't know anything about if they're allowed water or not. I was just wondering if any of you cat lovers had any advice on this matter as I've tried the &lt;a href="http://www.rspca.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RSPCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cats.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats Protection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website and they have nothing. I've also tried calling the emergency helpline number for my vets, which is also closed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/rspca" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RSPCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cats+protection" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats Protection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/vets" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cats" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114650731062216770?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114650731062216770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114650731062216770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114650731062216770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114650731062216770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/05/cat-lovers-owners-please-help.html' title='Cat lovers / owners please help!!!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114639034002985767</id><published>2006-04-30T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:51:04.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Pounds, Pure Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/home_logo.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/home_logo.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am using a great service called pureprofile. It is the world’s first real Reverse Search Engine, which basically means you get to tell businesses exactly what you are looking to buy then they do the searching for you and make you their best offers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Businesses need your attention and feedback and pureprofile makes sure they value it because every time a business chooses to send you an offer or ask you a few questions, you are instantly paid at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;£1.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - just for giving your opinion! Your privacy is protected because pureprofile ensures all your requests and responses are anonymous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; based, have some free time on your hands and love taking part in online surveys or questionnaires (and getting paid for it) then this is definately for you! You can read more about this website and sign up by clicking the title of this post, or clicking the link in my side panel (the left one!) You even get paid&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; £1.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for each referral!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Pureprofile" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pureprofile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/freebies" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freebies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/surveys" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surveys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/questionnaires" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questionnaires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114639034002985767?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pureprofile.co.uk/entry.asp?P=472698146' title='Pure Pounds, Pure Profile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114639034002985767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114639034002985767&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114639034002985767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114639034002985767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/pure-pounds-pure-profile_30.html' title='Pure Pounds, Pure Profile'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114624030454540814</id><published>2006-04-28T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:52:34.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to tomorrow</title><content type='html'>According to &lt;a href="http://yahoo.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yahoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the weather tomorrow is going to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/320/32.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;sunny&lt;br /&gt;high 13°C, low 4°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been glorious today too. Oh here comes the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/weather" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Yahoo" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114624030454540814?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114624030454540814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114624030454540814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114624030454540814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114624030454540814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html' title='Looking forward to tomorrow'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114623757089955572</id><published>2006-04-28T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:58:25.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview.</title><content type='html'>The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woke me up at 7am when he got in from work and brought me up a lovely cuppa tea. I got up and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the next to get up at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed around and finally dropped &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of at my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for around 9.30am and then me and the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; headed off to Birkenhead to buy the clear retainer that I needed for my lip... The next events went something similar to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parked car.&lt;br /&gt;Paid for parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Ran to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Noticed it was shut.&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the first jewellery store.&lt;br /&gt;Realised they only sold naval bars.&lt;br /&gt;Ran to another jewellery store.&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I managed to get a bar for my lip, but it wasn't clear. &lt;em&gt;Oh dear&lt;/em&gt;. Luckily the guy was selling the screw balls with little gems in them so I bought the lightest colour available. Light pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and sterilised the bar and struggled to undo my lip ring with a pair of pliers and an adjustable spanner... &lt;em&gt;Don't ask&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got it undone and the attempted to put the bar in. &lt;em&gt;Oh no&lt;/em&gt;. It was too small, and I've nearly pierced my lip in another place. &lt;em&gt;Shit&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It's bleeding&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bleeding stops and I eventually get the bar in and the screw ball on. It looked tidier, but still visible. It was the best I could do. If only the stupid newspaper hadn't advertised free neutering for cats, I'd have gone yesterday! &lt;em&gt;Argh&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there early, but by the time I'd finally located where my interview was being held I was dead on 11.10am. The woman left me sitting in a waiting room for almost 30mins. Then finally the woman who was interviewing me came in and apologised for my wait. Apparently they'd been "&lt;em&gt;gassing&lt;/em&gt;" with the previous interviewee. &lt;em&gt;Not good&lt;/em&gt;. It went well. Or at least thats what I thought. I was interviewed by two ladies and they took in turns to ask their questions. Which may I add, were very tame! One of the questions was &lt;em&gt;"What do you do to have fun?". &lt;/em&gt;I bet even my two year old daughter would have been able to answer that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were interviewing for two medical clerks, not one (as the website said), so I stand a good chance, I think. I had all the required qualifications anyway. They took my contact number/s and said they would call. I hope it's soon, I can't stand waiting to hear decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I then done our weekly shop around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Asda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We're off to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cinema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow and didn't want to be running around a supermarket too. Picked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about 2pm and then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gone to bed (he's been working nights and hasn't been to bed yet) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is playing with the cat boxes while watching cartoon network. I should really be getting some housework done, but I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="393" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0997.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats me signing out for the day. Gonna enjoy a relaxing bath and some vino with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lip+piercing" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lip Piercing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/interview" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cinema" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Asda" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114623757089955572?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114623757089955572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114623757089955572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114623757089955572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114623757089955572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/interview.html' title='The Interview.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_DSCF0997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114615588102062066</id><published>2006-04-27T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:15:08.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't. Stop. I'm. Busy.</title><content type='html'>Today I've been a right little busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I got up about 10am, oh how I'm gonna miss our morning snuggles when I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; get a job. Had some breakfast and then I slumbered around the house listening to some fantastic tunes while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched her usual CBeebies and I attempted to tidy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be going into town today to do a bit of shopping. I needed to get some hair dye and a new lip stud. I shall explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair dye is only because I've got a job interview tomorrow. My hair is naturally dark but last year I had dyed it red and I don't mean subtle red. It was pillar box red. Blinding. But I loved it, the only downside to having red hair was that it faded so quick. I was re-dying every 2-3 weeks and they were permenent dyes! So to try and get out of the vicious red circle I thought I'd be really clever and dye it black. It worked, fantastically well and made my hair super glossy and shiny and it lasted a lot longer than 2-3 weeks with no fading. It's just that I've been trying to grow out the black so I can be &lt;em&gt;au natural&lt;/em&gt; and dye it red again for the summer - I'll never learn will I? So yes, brown roots don't look that good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lip stud is for my interview also. I don't know if any of you know but I have my lip pierced. It may, or may not be visible in my profile picture but it's there and really visible in real life. I don't want to have to take it out for the interview as it isn't fully healed. Most labret / lip piercings can take anything up to 1 year to heal fully and that also depends on how you look after it. Mine is healing it's just that every now and again I knock it and then it goes sore, which isn't nice and it sometimes (after knocking) forms a little bubble underneath the piercing. It doesn't look very attractive, but thats what happens. So yes, I knocked it recently and I'm left with a bubble... So, no. I don't want to have to remove it, but at the same time I don't want it to be so noticeable and the only way round it is clear jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to town, I got sidetracked with my local paper and an advert that read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have your pet micro-chipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The RSPCA Wirral branch is offering free micro-chipping and neutering for pets for one day only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats, dogs, rabbits and ferrets can be micro-chipped for free tomorrow (Thursday) at the RSPCA Animal Centre on Cross Lane Wallasey, between 10.30am and 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vouchers will also be available to have your pet neutered which will be taken by post practices in the catchment area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scheme is only available for the animals mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs must be on a lead and all other animals must be in a secure pet carrier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fantastic... Get those boxes out!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="327" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0996.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="430" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0993.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have never got round to neutering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mainly due to the lack of funds and as they are both males it is becoming quite a problem. Especially with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who loves to pee in various corners of the room (under my TV cabinet) which isn't funny at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just tends to cry a lot. They both need to get outdoors (they are both house cats) and I have never let them out because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They would probably never return&lt;br /&gt;2. Un-neutered tom's tend to fight more, and&lt;br /&gt;3. I wouldn't want to be to blame for someones cat getting pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I made arrangements with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so he could pick us up and take us. There were quite a few people waiting when we got there. Well of course there was, because they were offering free micro-chipping and who wouldn't want to get that done when it's free? In total I think we waited about 45mins to be seen and they were in and out of their little cat boxes before you could hear them meow. I don't think they were very happy with having to be put into the boot of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car and they cried all the way home. haha and the most important thing of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute kitty cats are due to go for the chop on Tuesday! They have to be there between 9am-9.30am so that means me and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will miss out on some precious beauty sleeps. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back home at about 4pm and then it dawned on me that I still needed to get to town to pick up my shopping. &lt;em&gt;Argh. I'd forgotton all about it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total panic I called up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Steves Tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the place where I got my tattoo done) as I knew they also did body piercing. With my wittering head on I asked the guy (who was canadian or something?!) if they sold clear retainers for labret piercings. He said no. But I heard yes. Argh. What am I going to do?? He said I could try a website called &lt;a href="http://www.wildcat.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wildcat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which has a fantastic array of jewellery, but it was useless as I need it for tomorrow. I explained to the guy my situation and he wished me good luck. &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right then, what do I do now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through &lt;a href="http://yell.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yell.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and did a search for the piercing studio in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Birkenhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They don't have a website (at least not that I can find), so it was pointless looking. I found the number. A woman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: Beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Hi, urm, yeah. I was just wondering if you sold clear retainers for labret piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: Yep we do £5.50. Is that all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah thanks!!! Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the phone clicked dead I looked at the time 4.45pm.... &lt;em&gt;ARGH&lt;/em&gt;. I would never make it to town before they shut, so I'm gonna have to drop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off at my Mums tomorrow, really early and get shopping. The hair will have to stay and it doesn't look all that bad. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooaaah! All that to just tell you my daily event.... Jeesh I think I need to go for a lie down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and have you checked out my new renter yet? If not, then you should! I command you. &lt;a href="http://stumblingthroughlifewithgrace.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114615588102062066?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114615588102062066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114615588102062066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114615588102062066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114615588102062066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-stop-im-busy.html' title='Can&apos;t. Stop. I&apos;m. Busy.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_DSCF0996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114613700543047752</id><published>2006-04-27T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:14:07.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My new tenant!</title><content type='html'>Wow, so hard to decide on a tenant this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's late I know. I'm a bad landlord (sometimes) but here is a caption taken from her blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/25682"&gt;Stumbling Through Life With Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary of a psychologically, analytical,neurotic, closet Bitch. Musings of a retired bad-girl, who unwittingly stumbled in to life as I know it today. (Material contains bad girl tales,daily life,psycho babble, venting, and some adult content. Mature audiences only.&lt;br /&gt;Name:3rd Times a Charm&lt;br /&gt;Location:Mesa, Arizona, United States&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 41 yr old, mother of 3. Happily married (this time), living in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well written (or typed, however you prefer), with some beautiful photo's and some highly amusing content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest, if you haven't already... Go pay her a visit and tell her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;laydee-m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sent you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114613700543047752?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114613700543047752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114613700543047752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114613700543047752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114613700543047752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-tenant.html' title='My new tenant!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114613473198974165</id><published>2006-04-27T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:51:00.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#fa9ec5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenpinkhearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #fa9ec5; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirteen tracks that are keeping me awake today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;br /&gt;2. Brand New - Soco Amaretto Lime&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben Folds Five - Song For The Dumped&lt;br /&gt;4. Deftones - Lucky You&lt;br /&gt;5. Stars - Life Effect&lt;br /&gt;7. Evanescence - My Immortal (I hate myself for this one!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down&lt;br /&gt;9. Mae - Giving It Away (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;10. INXS - Mystify&lt;br /&gt;11. The Postal Service - Recycled Air&lt;br /&gt;12. Jimmy Eat World - Drugs Or Me&lt;br /&gt;13. System Of A Down - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=laydeem&amp;amp;postid=27Apr2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114613473198974165?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114613473198974165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114613473198974165&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114613473198974165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114613473198974165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-thirteen-2.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #2'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114595183433253233</id><published>2006-04-25T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:57:14.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology...</title><content type='html'>To my new renter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Note left on the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna be out all day, shopping.  Come in and make yourself at home.  Hope you enjoy your stay with me this week and that your room satisfactory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give a proper introductory post when I get home this evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laydee-m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114595183433253233?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114595183433253233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114595183433253233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114595183433253233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114595183433253233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/apology.html' title='An apology...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114595115639542154</id><published>2006-04-25T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:47:01.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah. It's too early.</title><content type='html'>Usually at this time I'm tucked up, snug and warm in bed. But yesterday I made arrangements to go shopping with my Mum, for my interview outfit. I think she'll be here after 10am but I just can't get motivated and want to run back upstairs and get back into bed... It's not gonna happen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is still snoozing and I'm trying to wake myself up with a lovely cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better get back to the grind and get breakfast ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114595115639542154?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114595115639542154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114595115639542154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114595115639542154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114595115639542154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/woah-its-too-early.html' title='Woah. It&apos;s too early.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114570594065576160</id><published>2006-04-22T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:39:00.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woopee!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a letter this morning.  From the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job interview!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friday 28th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so remember to wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114570594065576160?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114570594065576160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114570594065576160&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114570594065576160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114570594065576160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/woopee.html' title='Woopee!!!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114562965222727425</id><published>2006-04-21T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:38:49.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="BucketStrip" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://w26.photobucket.com/widgets/BucketStrip.swf" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" flashvars="url=http://w26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/&amp;amp;name=EasterWeekend"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics above have been taken since Easter. I guess I should talk you through them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Photo 1: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dressed up as a Fairy, probably demanding something of someone&lt;br /&gt;Photo 2: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is dressed up as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 3: My other sister. I shall give her the nickname of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 4: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pretending to be a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Photo 5: My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll say no more.&lt;br /&gt;Photo 6: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting ready to go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have just had my lunch and I have to say it was the best sandwich I've had in a long time. I cooked up some chicken pieces with some cajun spice. Added loads of salad and a splash of mayonnaise and a bit of grated mature cheese and viola - We have the most scrummiest thing ever! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called me up earlier on this afternoon and asked if I'd like to go visit my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with her. I explained I was busy. Not majorly busy, just housework - but I didn't tell her that. Oh well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had said to me on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that she wanted to meet up with me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this week and that she would call to arrange something. Well she did call, but I get the feeling she didn't really want to see us and that she only wanted someone to talk to on the bus journey up to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It annoys me because now that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is back on the scene again she doesn't seem really interested in anyone else. Mind you, she wasn't really bothered with us to begin with, but now it just feels like it's getting worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Why don't you call into Mums on the way back home, she'd love to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-Attitude: Yeah, I would but then I've got to get two buses back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So effing what? Big deal, two buses isn't that bad. She takes after&lt;em&gt; him&lt;/em&gt; for sure, attitude and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has had a bad back now for a couple of weeks and has been trying to get an appointment at his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days now and hasn't been able to get one. The &lt;em&gt;excuse&lt;/em&gt; he was given was that the computers were down and that they couldn't book any appointments. Isn't that just lame? I mean, what are the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing? Sitting on their arses not treating any patients? I find that somewhat hard to believe! Anyway he called yesterday and apparently all the appointments had gone and was told to call back this morning from 8am. As the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has to be in work for 8am, I said I would call them for him. So from 8am I sat with my ear to the phone for what felt like an eternity, constantly listening to the engaged tone and then having to re-dial. Eventually I got through, about 10am I think. The woman I spoke to also gave me the same &lt;em&gt;excuse -&lt;/em&gt; that the computers were down... What exactly does that mean? Computers down? Surely someone must be able to fix the problem?? Obviously not because she explained that they were hoping to be "&lt;em&gt;all fixed&lt;/em&gt;" by Monday. Did that mean that I wouldn't be able to make an appointment for the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Of course it did! She asked me to call back this afternoon and try again then. What for? To be told exactly the same thing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I called the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and explained. He said not to worry and not to bother to try calling back. So I'm not. But I tell you for now, if that was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surgery and I couldn't get an appointment for myself or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then I would be making a formal complaint. Patients not being able to see a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;GP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just disgusting. Roar. Rant. Over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is home tonight. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is at her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow and I have to go do my usual Asda trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've got some sewing for my neighbour (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mr-M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) to be getting on with.... So I should really be getting it done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eeek! I just remembered it's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday on Sunday. What to buy. What. To. Buy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114562965222727425?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114562965222727425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114562965222727425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114562965222727425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114562965222727425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-of-easter.html' title='Photos of Easter'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114553058228000082</id><published>2006-04-20T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:51:42.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#e88caa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #e88caa; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things I'd like to do before I'm 25&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Get married&lt;br /&gt;2 - Get a job I love&lt;br /&gt;3 - Learn to drive&lt;br /&gt;4 - Rent / buy a bigger house&lt;br /&gt;5 - Buy a dog&lt;br /&gt;6 - Get a new tattoo (angel wings)&lt;br /&gt;7 - Visit family in America&lt;br /&gt;8 - Go back to college&lt;br /&gt;9 - Have a romantic week / weekend away&lt;br /&gt;10 - Get a new piercing&lt;br /&gt;11 - Get a decent nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;12 - Have all my bills paid off&lt;br /&gt;13 - Have my pension sorted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=laydeem&amp;amp;postid=20Apr2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. 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Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114553058228000082?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114553058228000082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114553058228000082&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114553058228000082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114553058228000082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-thirteen-1.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #1'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114545175802621005</id><published>2006-04-19T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:02:38.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety First.  Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know about you but I always make sure when travelling in a car that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is strapped into her car seat.  It's the safest thing to do, right?  And as any parent would know that safety comes before anything else... Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously not where my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is concearned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday so that she could collect her Easter egg.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mrs-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had explained that they were taking the kids (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) to Wales on Wednesday to some farm or something and would it be ok if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went with them.  I said yes, knowing that it would give me a whole day to myself - bliss - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mrs-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said she would call me on Wednesday to sort it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean c'mon... You wanna take her out on Wednesday , right?  So why not at least give me a phonecall at least the night before to arrange.  Not on the morning of your trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I called my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night to try and make plans.  He said that they would be picking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up about lunchtime.  Great, now thats sorted I can rest a little easier.  No!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning remembering that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had forgotton to take the carseat out of his car and that I'd forgotton to remind him.  Ooop's.  In a panic I jumped up out of bed and darted for the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring. Ring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mrs-W: Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh hiya, urm it's about today.  I've got a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mrs-W: Go-on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: The carseat is still in car and the husband is at work, so Miss-J will have to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mrs-W: Heres your Dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was it.  Thats all she could muster up to say to me.  I mean, how rude?  I wait for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get to the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Hiya Dad, got a problem.  The carseat is in the husbands car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad: You're joking? Why didn't you take it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: (not joking tone) Because it's not everyday that I have to remove our carseat to lend it to someone else, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad: I suppose not.  Can't she just sit on the seat with the seatbelt on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Dad, she's only two!  You sit her on the normal seat and she'll be outta that belt before you can say goodbye.  She needs to be strapped in with a five-point harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad: Arh.  But she'll be okay, she'll be sitting between S + M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Dad, look, seriously she won't sit still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dad: Ok, leave it with me.  We'll try and borrow one for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That conversation bugged me and is still doing so.  I'm not an over-protective mother or anything, but the thought of my little girl travelling all the way to Wales strapped into a car via a normal seatbelt just scares the life out of me.  Fair enough if he was just off somewhere local, say for instance back to his house - A two minute journey.  But an hour long journey, I don't think so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He rang me back shortly after and explained that he'd managed to borrow one and he was on his way to pick her up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left with no problem and I felt at ease knowing that she was being strapped in to a proper toddler seat.  The sky is blue, the sun is out and I hope she has a fantastic day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile I've got a huge pile of laundry to sort out that is smothering my double bed at the moment.  I'm also going to do a bit of spring cleaning upstairs and possible re-paint my bedroom...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114545175802621005?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114545175802621005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114545175802621005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114545175802621005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114545175802621005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/safety-first-always.html' title='Safety First.  Always.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114539005748220666</id><published>2006-04-18T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:10:35.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress Update</title><content type='html'>I've just received a reply from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Uptight Clothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hi Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your enquiry regarding the Anenome design.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this can be done like Stephanie's, with Dragonflies, and in black&lt;br /&gt;and cream. I think this combination would look really striking. If you have any&lt;br /&gt;further questions, please don't hesitate to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;Janice-Uptight Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  I know where to go now when I need to purchase my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get married.... One day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114539005748220666?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114539005748220666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114539005748220666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114539005748220666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114539005748220666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-dress-update.html' title='Wedding Dress Update'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114536890787815729</id><published>2006-04-18T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:49:06.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have always thought that one day I would get married, but never really thought about it much indepth. Today, after browsing some really cool website I have decided that I want to get married to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as soon as we can afford it... Thats if he wants to... I bet he's sweating  reading this. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this &lt;a href="http://www.uptight-clothing.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has caught my attention. The dresses look like they're from fairytales and it's exactly the look I'll be wanting on my big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dress I have my heart set on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/anenome1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/anenome002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/Copy20of20anenome03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/Copy20of20anenome04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just the prettiest thing you have ever clapped your eyes on? Well if not, then I seriously recommend you go get your eyes looked at!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dress I want is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anenome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and in my eyes is truely stunning! Although the purple is lovely, I have always loved the idea of scrapping the traditional white or cream dress and wearing a black and cream one. Meaning that the dress itself would be black and the dragonflies, laces, ribbons and accessories would be cream. On the purple dress above there are flowers holding up the drapes on the skirt part, they would actually be replaced with dragonflies and ribbons. I think there is some pics of it on the website with the dragonflies, but you'll have to go have a look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dresses are designed by a lady called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Janice Whitehorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she owns a little shop called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uptight Clothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and here is some information taken from her website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uptight Clothing is an independent company, specialising in hand-made, bespoke corsets and corseted gowns; it was founded in 1999 by fashion and theatrical costume Interpretation graduate Janice Whitehorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After graduating, Janice honed her design, cutting and dressmaking skills in theatres such as Manchester’s Royal Exchange, and London’s Saddlers Wells, Covent Garden Opera House and Shakespears Globe Theatre. Having learned how to bring out the best in all shapes and sizes of women, Janice realised that her true passion was to introduce some theatre into the world of fashion design. Janice’s mission was to use her dressmaking skills and creative vision to produce beautiful dresses that would make any occasion truly special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice started Uptight Clothing part-time whilst still working in theatre, but demand for her stunning gowns meant that she could leave the theatre and devote herself full-time to Uptight. After expanding to bigger premises every six months to accommodate increasing demand, Uptight recently moved to its current location in Bedfordshire – a spacious studio with a client showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptight Clothing’s speciality is corsetry. Janice has created bridal gowns, evening dresses, and a wide range of made-to-measure corseted underwear. She believes that her skill lies in her desire and ability to bring out the best in every woman, especially those of non-standard sizes who find it difficult to buy clothes for special occasions. Many of Janice’s customers are voluptuous ladies; an Uptight corset can take up to 8 inches off their waists, whilst still being comfortable to wear. The result is that they look and feel fabulous, without having to resort to radical dieting. A bespoke corset also benefits slimmer women, with small backs but large busts - an impossible shape to fit elegantly off the peg. Women with this type of figure often have to resort to wearing a bigger size that makes them look larger and frumpy. An Uptight corset fits the ribcage, supports the bust and nips in the&lt;br /&gt;waist – the results are spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Uptight gown is individually designed and hand made to order. Each gown is unique, and made from luxurious fabrics, often decorated with beautiful hand embroidery, appliqué, and beadwork. The dresses vary from outrageous, theatrical, fairytale creations to those with simple fluid lines and a concealed corset for a glamorous silhouette. Janice also designs and makes tiaras, and other jewellery to complement each outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice still undertakes occasional film, theatre and television work.&lt;br /&gt;Most recently she has made costumes for West End productions of The Lion King,&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia, Phantom of the Opera, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dream Coat,&lt;br /&gt;and Sleeping Beauty, Faust and A Soldiers Tale at the Royal Opera House, also&lt;br /&gt;for Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and East Enders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amazing website, well worth a gander for any bride-to-be!!! The dresses are expensive, but worth it. Click&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uptight-clothing.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have emailed them and asked them if it would be possible to make the dress in black (just out of curiosity)... I await a reply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114536890787815729?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114536890787815729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114536890787815729&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114536890787815729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114536890787815729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_anenome1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114518269291962774</id><published>2006-04-16T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:16:35.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks tenant.</title><content type='html'>Wow, six more bidders this week. I don't know whether thats good or bad in the world of "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;renting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" but for me it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm giving up my room to a lovely young lady who goes by the name of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/68611"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is called &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/68611"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infertility Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and is all about her infertility battles, pregnancy, miscarriages and trying again and again. This is a great blog that shows getting pregnant isn't always as easy as you first think. A great read and sometimes a little tear jerking. If you haven't already checked it out I suggest you go&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/68611"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/68611"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and read, read away. Tell her you stopped by via my blog - I'm sure she'd love some company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114518269291962774?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114518269291962774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114518269291962774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114518269291962774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114518269291962774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-weeks-tenant.html' title='This weeks tenant.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114513475548026930</id><published>2006-04-15T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:46:16.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, me?</title><content type='html'>Right then, I suppose I had to get this done at some point and I guess now is the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://thelifeofaneuroticmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neurotic Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me, so I'm going to tag these six bloggers and keep the tag chain in cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsdq.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions of a Drama-Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mean-mom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triciaswaterdragon.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricia's Musings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hazeltree.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under the Hazel Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=35181118&amp;amp;blogID=109141289&amp;Mytoken=1032B03C-AA5B-1470-50405ECAF3E087B631932469"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Extract of the Life and Times of kirstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristinabrooke.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristina Brooke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And heres what you gotta do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Go write weird facts/things/etc. about yourself in my comment box and on your blog, then tag six more people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Then leave a comment that says ‘You are tagged’ in their comments telling them to read your blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My weird facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I have an almost sick obsession with &lt;a href="http://www.bratzmart.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bratz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dolls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I can't leave the house without wearing make-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I make and sell tutus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I burp a lot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My underwear almost always matches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I have unruly hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right then, time for bloggin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came home this evening from her daddies with some beautiful daffodils for me. As I don't own a vase they're sitting quite happily in a glass. I just hope my cats don't destroy them. She also came home with lots of Easter goodies from her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Grandad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - She get's spoilt rotton by them all the time, which is lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're all off to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow for Sunday roast. Mmm I can't wait. I bought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her little jeans and a cute little t-shirt to match, I'll be posting up some pics tomorrow. I didn't manage to get any Easter eggs though as our local Asda had sold out. It was only mainly for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyway. I'll just pick something up for her next weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need to get some job application forms filled in and sent back so I'll be doing that on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I've somehow managed to crack my toe nail, across from left to right. It's still attached though, but only just. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said not to worry as she had something similar a couple of years ago. She just made sure she kept a plaster on it to make sure she didn't catch it and rip it off completely - just untill the new nail grew. She also said that if I were to go to see a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Doctor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;about it that they'd probably just arrange for it to be removed incase of infection. Now I don't know about you, but I actually like my toe nails and as I'm pretty much a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" girl, I occasionally like to paint them and wear girly strappy shoes... Eurgh! Now how nasty would it look wearing beautiful stappy shoes only to be showing off no nail on my big toe? It doesn't bare thinking about. So I think it's safe to say that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be making a trip to see the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I like my nails, thank you very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are watching some episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/L/lost/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tonight so I better get going...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114513475548026930?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114513475548026930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114513475548026930&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114513475548026930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114513475548026930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-me.html' title='Tagged, me?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_DSCF0977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114492586138926043</id><published>2006-04-13T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:18:03.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're getting out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are going to visit my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, once we're both ready that is. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are both ill, so I just hope we don't catch anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gorgeous outside again today so I thought I'd take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through the park on her trike, as it's on our way to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I just hope the weather stays bright. The weather oracle (my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) told me that today was forecast to be warm and raining, no doubt as soon as we hit the park the heavens will open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is working days this week (and he's off tomorrow) he'll be picking us up later this evening, I've missed him so much - even if it has only been 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to buy my Easter egss and pick up an outfit for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to wear. I've seen these cute little jeans from Asda, so I think I'll be getting her them. Probably try and pick everything up from Asda tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right better continue with getting ready as it's nearly midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toodles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114492586138926043?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114492586138926043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114492586138926043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114492586138926043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114492586138926043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-getting-out.html' title='We&apos;re getting out'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114479406799253722</id><published>2006-04-11T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:32:55.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam!</title><content type='html'>Hey there fellow bloggers, great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now watch me when I'm on the PC... Be sure to check out the little box on my sidebar.. It should be under the "stuff" section...  If it's got "LIVE" anywhere on the image, then you know I'm online.  If you want to see the bigger screen then just click on the image, you should also be able to chat to me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if anything isn't working, or you're having problems connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114479406799253722?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114479406799253722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114479406799253722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114479406799253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114479406799253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/webcam.html' title='Webcam!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114476675606007413</id><published>2006-04-11T14:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:04:17.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue-Sky Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was leaving for work at 7am, he snuggled me back into the duvet and told me not to have any weird dreams about him leaving the front door open and to go back to sleep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was still sleeping so it was pointless getting up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we both got up about 9.30am and we both slumped on the sofa with tea and toast watching the Cartoon Network. It looked awful outside, raining, windy and just unpleasant. I thought about the fantastic weather we'd had over the weekend and how it always seems to go real gloomy when I want to do something exciting with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain kicked in about midday and the sun broke through and since then we've had glorious sunshine... &lt;em&gt;Will it last&lt;/em&gt;?? I'm tempted to phone the weather oracle (my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and see what she has to say. Although sometimes she has a bad habit of getting it completely wrong. I remember her phoning me a couple of months back and warning me that storms were heading, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had arranged a week of activities indoors - only to find that during that week we had the best sunshiny weather in weeks. I don't know where she gathers her information from, but sometimes it's way off the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has spent the morning dressing up, drawing me some fantastic pictures and watching &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/monstersinc/index2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monsters Inc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I swear she's addicted to that film! The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I decided lastnight that someone has stolen my daughter and replaced her with some kind of golden child. The past few days (since we cut out the night feed) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has had such a great temperament, we've had no whinging, whining or anything. Bathtime lastnight was fantastic and she got in with no problems and didn't mind being splashed by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and didn't seem at all fazed when I washed her hair. She's even started eating her lunch... I just hope whoever took the old &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't want to give her back... This golden child is certainly turning into a little angel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After saying on Friday night that I'd spent the day cleaning and that it meant I wouldn't have to do any more over the weekend - Well that idea flew out of the Window on Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went to her daddies as normal and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I did our usual dashing around Asda. Picking up some flea collars for our flea infested cats. Once home it was time to start de-fleaing everything... Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s dollies pram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/DSCF0963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to de-flea the cats had to be the worst ever. The simple fact is, cats just won't sit still, well mine don't. They love all the fuss and attention and they thought we were trying to give them strokes-a-plenty, when infact we were trying to smother them in a flea powder. It was funny, for half an hour &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the back and white one) was looking like he'd had a fight with some talc. hehe I don't know whether the powder has worked as well as we thought it might, so we're gonna give it another try this weekend and if that dose doesn't work then it's straight to the vets for them both. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday night and I thought it was ace. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said he couldn't stop comparing the battle scenes to the battle scenes in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lord Of The Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I couldn't see it, mainly because I was so besotted with the fact that it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that it fitted in so well with the book. I jumped so much on one of the wolf scenes, the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nearly wet himself with laughter at me trying to save the wine from jumping out of my wine glass. What can I say, I wasn't expecting it to happen?!? Overall a great film, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had to be the best computerised lion I have ever seen! I'm gonna buy the dvd soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I've been spending most of my evenings on &lt;a href="http://www.blogmad.net/?ref=a62e197b1eb44e3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BlogMad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have to say it's such a great site and it brings in a few hundred viewers to my blog, at the moment it's probably looking to be about 70 per day... But I often wonder how many blogs are actually listed with &lt;a href="http://www.blogmad.net/?ref=a62e197b1eb44e3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BlogMad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because when I go browsing through other blogs you can guarentee that within 10 minutes of surfing I've already seen the same blog twice. Irritating. Another thing that annoys me is that I think people only use this site to up their credits, meaning that they never really take great interest in what their actually reading... If they are reading... Overall I think I've had two or three visitors from this site who have read my blog and then commented to say that they've been reading... The rest I guess have just clicked the next profile number just to gain more credits. If I read something of interest or something I can relate to then I'll almost always leave a comment... Unless people just don't see anything in my blog that they can relate to... Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I better continue with the housework and then it's down to more jobsearch for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Currently Listening To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fear Factory - Shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114476675606007413?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114476675606007413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114476675606007413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114476675606007413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114476675606007413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/blue-sky-research_11.html' title='Blue-Sky Research'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_DSCF0965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114444864222988577</id><published>2006-04-07T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:29:03.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/toothless_pink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/toothless_pink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nappyhead.co.uk/index.html"&gt;Nappy Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - They sell loads of funky clothes (t-shirts mainly) for kids and babies, they sell some pretty cool stuff for Mums, Dads and Grandparents too. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/tshirt_sawitwantedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/tshirt_sawitwantedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out! - Thanks to Helen for this one, I would have link to her, but theres something wrong with my linking button and it seems to destroy my blog post when I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become really broody lately, secretly though as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has no idea - I guess he'll know once he reads this... Oh well... Is it me or are there pregnant women everywhere and they're always glowing too?? We do our usual rounds at Asda and you can guarentee you'll see either an expectant Mum or newborn / teenie weenie babies. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/BabyScan1270603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/BabyScan1270603.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being pregnant with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all the glowingness and stuff that came with it, such a lovely feeling. Nothing beats the first scan you attend, seeing your little one parading around on the screen. The first ulta sound, hearing your little ones heartbeat as loud as a drum (&lt;em&gt;I reckon the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;would beg to differ here, him being a drummer an all&lt;/em&gt;!)... The first foot, arm, elbow you feel jutting out of your belly. Aaawwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't comment on the actual birth, because it was all very surreal. It was like I was watching but not taking part, if that makes sense. I know it was a long ish labour and really quick birth, but it was all worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/Jessica_20mins_old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When she was born I realised that it was these teenie weenie things that made everything seem worthwhile, the closeness I felt when feeding her, the way she used to fall alseep on my shoulder, the strong bond we had - They grow up too quick and it is true, they're not babies for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do admit though being a first time Mum with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was hardwork and sometimes depressing. We'd have our excellent days and then we'd also have our bad days. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; screamed a lot and I felt like I didn't get all the support I needed to be "&lt;em&gt;the better parent&lt;/em&gt;". I cried a lot and I hated myself for it, but I guess that was all part and parcel of becoming a Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would I do it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - Of course I would. I've got a fantastic man behind me now and I know (for sure this time) when we do choose to have a baby, that he will always be there for me... to support me and to love me and not to pressure me into anything. He's a good man and will make a fantastic daddy... One day... Anyway, less of the baby talk. Onto my daily doings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fell off the sofa this afternoon, I swear that child is accident-prone! She's got a little red mark by her eye where she dropped onto one of her toys, I just hope it doesn't bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired tonight. I've done nothing but clean, clean, clean - At least I don't have to do any tomorrow (my only day off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is treating me tomorrow and taking me to the cinema to watch &lt;a href="http://www.iceagemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Age The Meltdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think we're also gonna try and rent out &lt;a href="http://www.narnia.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as I'm real desperate to see it, although I haven't made a dint in the book yet... I must get reading!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm off to bed I think, I'm fighting to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114444864222988577?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114444864222988577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114444864222988577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114444864222988577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114444864222988577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-baby-baby.html' title='Baby, baby, baby.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114440773579982084</id><published>2006-04-07T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:10:34.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenant Of The Week</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first time at this so please bare with me... I decided to give &lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/index.php?ref=laydeem"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rent my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a go after browsing through some blogs on &lt;a href="http://www.blogmad.net/?ref=a62e197b1eb44e3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BlogMad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and realised that most blogs nowadays have a tenant - and that it also seems a fantastic way to get to know someone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put up my advert yesterday and when I logged in this morning I'd had 7 bids!!! Not bad for a beginner eh? The person I chose has a fantastic looking blog and her entries make excellent and entertaining reads... I shall let &lt;a href="http://rentblog.blogexplosion.com/click/68516/60489"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; introduce herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have two motto's- 1. Live life to the fullest; and 2.&lt;br /&gt;don't have any regrets. I'm married to a wonderful man, and I work as an ER&lt;br /&gt;nurse. I enjoy my garden, good music, photography, cooking great meals and&lt;br /&gt;having a good time with my friends, oh, and I really love reptiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there she is in all her glory, my tenant for the week... So why not click &lt;a href="http://triciaswaterdragon.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and go check her out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114440773579982084?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114440773579982084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114440773579982084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114440773579982084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114440773579982084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/tenant-of-week.html' title='Tenant Of The Week'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114432628288499270</id><published>2006-04-06T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:26:27.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot Rocker!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/CAZFTXDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/CAZFTXDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so last night I didn't get much in the way of excercise done, unless you class browsing the net as "exercise"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing some blogs through &lt;a href="http://www.blogmad.net/?ref=a62e197b1eb44e3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BlogMad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;- that is a link btw) I stumbled across a blog and then somehow got linked to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/totrocket/1140719"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have to say I was really amazed by what I saw... I didn't think people designed "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" clothes for kids or babies... Unfortunatley they are american based, but will ship worldworld... Amazing! I mean how could someone not want to dress their newborn baby in these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that they have got to be the cutest things I've ever clapped my eyes on.  They do all toddler sizes and stuff, so eventually when I get some spare cash together I will have to purchase some items for my little rock princess.  Annnd who know's maybe when I chose to have another rock prince or princess that I will kit them out in some of this stuff...  My kids will be the talk of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;north west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!  hehe&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/CA6JWX63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/CA6JWX63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... It's a website for any "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" mummy to take a look at, you will not be disappointed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "speaking to soon" lastnight, praising &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seemed to have been the worse thing I could have done so early in our quest to be rid of the dredded night bottle.  She had me awake for a good 3-4 hours, babbling... singing... banging... you name it, she was doing it!  So to say I'm tired today is an understatement, I look terrible.  My eyes are all bloodshot and I just can't get motivated!  It's just turned 1.20pm and I've only just got round to cleaning up my kitchen and opening up my living room curtains.  I think I'm definately going to be having a lazy day... Maybe?... Okay, once I've finished the laundry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114432628288499270?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114432628288499270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114432628288499270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114432628288499270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114432628288499270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/tot-rocker.html' title='Tot Rocker!!!!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Blogging/th_CAZFTXDD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114424389196340140</id><published>2006-04-05T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:42:29.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow - A Full Nights Sleep!</title><content type='html'>I have noticed since stopping &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night bottle she has been sleeping right through the night. Waking only for moments and then going back to sleep on her own. What a revelation hey? I thought I would never be able to say it - but now I can! I'm pleased with her, the way she has adapted to such change with only minor hiccups. I just hope potty training is just as successful, although I'm not getting my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his wife &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dropped &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back at home yesterday for about 4pm. She had been spoilt rotton! They'd bought her some new clothes (early Easter gifts), a new pram for her beloved&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - They took her to the park and also the MadHouse, it was no wonder she was so tired when she got home. For the rest of the evening she snuggled on the sofa and watched some cartoons. She was in bed asleep by 7.45pm... Bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lastnight. I don't think it's going to make a long read though, hoping to have finished it by the weekend so that I'll be all refreshed for the film -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that today is the day that I put my mind to it and start some kind of healthy eating / fitness regime. After &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was born it took me ages to lose most of the excess weight I'd gained while I was pregnant and took me (what felt like) twice as long to fit back into my normal size 8-10 clothes. Lately I've become a bit lazy. I mean I do all the housework and run around after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all day but thats not enough, it isn't toning up my body and it's not shifting my baby belly much either. I have plenty of spare time for exercise when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gone to bed, so rather than just sit around infront of the tv and scoffing snacks, I'm gonna be real good and start some kind of fitness programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told on countless occasions about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.co.uk/util/lnd/index_37A.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but to be honest does anyone out there actually believe that these places work? I mean, being totally humiliated infront of a class of about 30 women, that you have indeed gained 2lbs - and having to pay for this?? Not my cup of tea, I can assure you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, rant over I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0007206100/qid=1144243628/sr=8-1/ref=pd_ka_1/203-2814621-1263913"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - 145 pages remaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114424389196340140?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114424389196340140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114424389196340140&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114424389196340140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114424389196340140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-full-nights-sleep.html' title='Wow - A Full Nights Sleep!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114418248042836169</id><published>2006-04-04T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:28:00.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Blogging Personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Kind and Harmonious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/kind.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an approachable blogger who tends to have many online friends.&lt;br /&gt;People new to your blogging circle know they can count on you for support.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to mediate fighting and drama. You set a cooperative tone.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great eye for design - and your blog tends to be the best looking on the block!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114418248042836169?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114418248042836169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114418248042836169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114418248042836169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114418248042836169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-your-blogging-personality.html' title='What&apos;s Your Blogging Personality?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114414398002185068</id><published>2006-04-04T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:46:20.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving goodbye as my baby leaves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has just picked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up and she got into his car with no problems and no kicking and screaming.  She looked all excited as I strapped her into the car seat, but then she started sulking a little as they drove off.  I stood on the doorstep and waved goodbye, I got nothing in return apart from a little look that said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but Mummy, why can't you come too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said they wouldn't get her home too late....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114414398002185068?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114414398002185068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114414398002185068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114414398002185068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114414398002185068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/waving-goodbye-as-my-baby-leaves.html' title='Waving goodbye as my baby leaves...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114409732587961721</id><published>2006-04-03T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:48:45.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we on a roll?</title><content type='html'>Sunday lunch yesterday at my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went well.  Their house is lovely, but still needs loads of renovation work doing to it.  He seems happy anyway.  They had bought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a new toy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dora the Explora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, bath toy.  It's so cute and she's been playing with it constantly - even took it to bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime was a success again, last week wasn't too good and she screamed a bit.  But this week I made an effort and played her favourite songs as we splashed in the bath.  She went to bed a little later than normal, but I'm hoping she'll sleep okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided last night that her night milk bottle or "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", as she likes to call it, will no longer happen.  She woke a few times, tried demanding her "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", but we just tucked her back up in bed and then left.  I think she soon realised that she wasn't getting her late night bottle because I didn't hear her again til 9am this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lastnight too, good film - although not as good as the first one, a tad more gorey I thought still good though.... Worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coming round tomorrow with his wife, they're taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out for the day.  Hopefully I won't have to go, but if she's too clingy and wants to stay at home then I guess I'll be tagging along.  So it's an early start for me tomorrow, I think they're getting here for about 10am.... Jeesh, I'm gonna be tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114409732587961721?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114409732587961721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114409732587961721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114409732587961721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114409732587961721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-we-on-roll.html' title='Are we on a roll?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114397275346796913</id><published>2006-04-02T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:16:59.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Dream!</title><content type='html'>I got to bed about 4am, after reading some more of my book and I think I fell pretty much into a deep sleep and I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about one of my neighbours, he was acting weird and without going into too much detail (blood, guts and gore) he killed a high school teacher and then burned his remains. There were crowds of people who came for a nosey, there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;police, CSI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Forensics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... It was very odd and surreal. It was one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. I think me being quite angry and upset before going to sleep, had a lot to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, him and his wife are cooking a Sunday roast and we've been invited. It's gonna be weird I think, I mean afterall I haven't had a proper conversation with either of them in a couple of years. I hope it goes okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I better get back to my chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebookmall.com/99740-ebook.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Angels Crest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- 17 pages remaining!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114397275346796913?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114397275346796913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114397275346796913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114397275346796913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114397275346796913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/04/freaky-dream.html' title='Freaky Dream!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114384196152409458</id><published>2006-03-31T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:52:41.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An early night...</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is here tonight, he finished work at 7pm.  So for the rest of the night I'm snuggling up on the sofa and watching some tv.  Not forgetting my vodka oj... Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an early night is on the cards for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow - Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114384196152409458?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114384196152409458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114384196152409458&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114384196152409458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114384196152409458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/early-night.html' title='An early night...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114381448860129657</id><published>2006-03-31T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:14:48.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.  Rain.  Go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you guessed it... The glorious weather was too good to last and it's started to rain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said it was forecast and apparently it's gonna continue over the weekend. I hope not, I'm not a big fan of wet weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mean though, cos I kinda promised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we would go to the park, but to be honest I don't fancy getting caught in the rain.  I know she won't mind, she's glued to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the min, munching on some grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means I can get more housework done.  Oh boo :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114381448860129657?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114381448860129657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114381448860129657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114381448860129657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114381448860129657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain.  Rain.  Go Away!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114376962336176130</id><published>2006-03-31T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:42:15.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpopular?</title><content type='html'>Right then, I checked out my profile views this morning and realised that not many people are reading. So does that make me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;unpopular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the world of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or does it just mean that I'm doing something wrong? Missing something out, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've joined a few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; directories and also added a site counter, just to keep tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://thelifeofaneuroticmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neurotic Mom's blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and going to bed thinking of summer time, I woke up this morning to such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day! The sun is certainly cracking the flags and I'm gonna take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a run around the park a little later on this afternoon - Thats if it hasn't turned to rain before then. I hope not, some exercise and fresh air will do us both the world of good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is keen to get outside, she has her boots on ready and keeps glancing into the kitchen to see if her tweenie trike has moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first though I think I better crack on with the housework... The place looks like a bomb has hit it, or should I say destroyed by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebookmall.com/ebook/99740-ebook.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels Crest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - 57 pages to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114376962336176130?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114376962336176130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114376962336176130&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114376962336176130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114376962336176130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/unpopular.html' title='Unpopular?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114380392773164020</id><published>2006-03-31T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:26:58.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Rejected Crayon Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="28" src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/flu-phlegm.gif" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha this is SO me at the moment. I'm still trying to get over my cold (I've had it since Feb) and I still cough up some deadly green stuff from time to time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why not give it a go?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: *giggles* I guess I meant, have a go and see which rejected crayon you are, not coughing up some deadly green stuff!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114380392773164020?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114380392773164020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114380392773164020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114380392773164020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114380392773164020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-rejected-crayon-are-you.html' title='What Rejected Crayon Are You?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114374152976872976</id><published>2006-03-30T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:07:47.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually... It gets to us all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="190" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0930.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or lack of it. I eventually drifted off lastnight. I think about 3.30am. I felt wide awake when I got up at 8am, like I had loads of excess energy to shed. I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up, we had breakfast and I tidied up the house a bit whilst &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched some tv and played with her Little People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once tidied up I decided to get stuck in with some more&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; jobsearch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though I've only been looking for a couple of days now, I've found theres a lot out there for me to fall easily into. After being out of work (by choice) for nearly 3 years, you'd think it would be hard. I guess the longer I leave it the harder it will become - But I think I'm at the point now where I want to go back to work, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starts school part-time in January and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has said she will look after her for me as and when I need her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight I'm gonna grab a nice hot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and head off to bed about 10pm with my book - Which I've nearly finished. Then it's on to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I feel I need to read the book to refresh my memory before watching the film - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114374152976872976?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114374152976872976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114374152976872976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114374152976872976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114374152976872976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/eventually-it-gets-to-us-all.html' title='Eventually... It gets to us all...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/th_DSCF0930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114368203290666427</id><published>2006-03-30T01:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:27:12.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh... I... Need... Sleep...</title><content type='html'>Right then, I've been to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and now I'm back up. So I thought I might clear my head before attempting again, even though I'm not thinking about anything in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on I decided to give it a go with editing my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; properly and not doing things by halves, which I had been doing. So yeah, finally finished and really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the results... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't get much in the way of sleep lastnight, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had us awake for most of it... Sobbing for me, at least its nice to know she wants me sometimes, but not at 4 in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blastered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; morning... Thats just asking for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; didn't go to work lastnight as both the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kingsway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queensway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tunnels were closed due to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; striking over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he'd rand work to explain. His boss had told him that he was working days for the rest of the week, instead of nights and that he had to be in work this morning. He got up to leave for work (I think) at about 6am? but don't quote me on that, cos I've probably got it wrong. I just remember him snuggling me into the duvet, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my forehead and telling me to go back to sleep... Unless that was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too? Anyway, I soon drifted back off into my slumber and started to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...  the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; had accidently left our front door wide open and someone had decided to set my house on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't remember much of the dream, but I woke up sweating and soon calmed down when I realised it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job application form through through the post this morning, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;finance assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Gonna give that a bash tomorrow and get it sent off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna grab some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hot choccie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and venture back upstairs to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow - Goodnight x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114368203290666427?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114368203290666427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114368203290666427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114368203290666427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114368203290666427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh-i-need-sleep.html' title='Argh... I... Need... Sleep...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114339569633740227</id><published>2006-03-26T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:58:58.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>I had the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my life yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came to pick her up as usual at 1pm (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are no longer in a relationship). After she'd gone me and the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;decided to head up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Asda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do some shopping. As I was waiting for the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; to unlock the car, a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; further up the road was flashing its lights and beeped its horn. After a few seconds of me staring at this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, an arm rose from the window and waved. I said to the husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; waving at me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway it carried on down the road towards me and then I realised it was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gobsmacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I haven't seen him in a couple of years now. He seems okay, got re-married last year and has bought a new house with his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We chatted for a bit and he met the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;but then he got a call and had to leave. He called around again today and met &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the first time since she was a teenie weenie baby. She was a bit shy at first, but once he got her laughing there was no stopping the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that came out of her mouth. He gave me some money for her and told me to put it to one side for when she was older. He didn't stop long, as he had another customer to pick up. He gave me a business card, explained that his home telephone number was still the same and asked me to call sometime. I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday Roast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for tea and it was very yummy indeedy. The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; is exhausted and is now curled up on the sofa... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is enjoying the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; channel. I finally got to wash her comfort teddy today. His name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she takes him wherever she goes. He's always by her side and she hates having to hand him over for a wash... She wasn't too happy that she could see him spinning around our washing machine and sobbed her little heart out... At least he's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore and smells lovely and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guarentee he'll be filthy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'm gonna go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;slump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the sofa too, might even treat myself to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vodka oj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... Mmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114339569633740227?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114339569633740227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114339569633740227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114339569633740227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114339569633740227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114319775881347558</id><published>2006-03-24T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:55:58.813Z</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>A woman posts an ad in the news paper that looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Looking for man with these qualifications; won't beat me up; or run away from&lt;br /&gt;me and is great in bed.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got lots of phone calls replying to her ad but met someone perfect at her door one day. The man she met said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Bob. I have no arms so I won't beat you up and no legs so I won't run away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lady says, "What makes you think you are great in bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob replies, "I rang the door bell didn't I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114319775881347558?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114319775881347558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114319775881347558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114319775881347558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114319775881347558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfect-man.html' title='The Perfect Man'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114319760798662840</id><published>2006-03-24T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:53:28.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Shady Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The doctor took one look at this woman and all his professionalism went out the window. He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed the doctor began to stroke her thigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doing so, he asked her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Do you know what I'm doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"That is right," said the doctor. He then began to fondle her breasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Do you know what I'm doing now?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or breast cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Correct," replied the shady doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her. He asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Do you know what I'm doing now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes," she said. "You're getting herpes; which is why I came here in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114319760798662840?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114319760798662840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114319760798662840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114319760798662840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114319760798662840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/shady-doctor.html' title='Shady Doctor'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114304290228173113</id><published>2006-03-22T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:55:02.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Vaseline Salesman</title><content type='html'>One day while doing door-to-door market research, this guy knocks on a door and is greeted by a beautiful young housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,”  he starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m doing some research for a petroleum jelly manufacturer. Have you ever used the product?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. My husband and I use it during sex,” she answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researcher is taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um, er, I admire you for your honesty,” he continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you tell me exactly how you use it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, we put it on the doorknob so the kids can’t get in.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114304290228173113?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114304290228173113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114304290228173113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114304290228173113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114304290228173113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/vaseline-salesman.html' title='Vaseline Salesman'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114304210577979847</id><published>2006-03-22T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:48:59.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>I am now the proud owner of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;digital tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had my phoneline switched to my new provider... So if you're wondering why I'm not blogging as much it's gonna be one of two reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I'm infront of the box watching all the forensic programmes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) I'm taking full advantage of the FREE evening and weekend calls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114304210577979847?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114304210577979847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114304210577979847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114304210577979847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114304210577979847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114298623280816820</id><published>2006-03-21T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:13:24.300Z</updated><title type='text'>The Fake Update</title><content type='html'>As it has nearly been&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weeks since I contacted the seller about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perfume they had sold me, I decided it was time to take action and send a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; email warning... This was my mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Miss-M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 2006/03/21 Tue PM 04:11:32 GMT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: Regarding Item #0000000000 - Fake Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has now been almost two weeks since I first contacted you regarding the perfume that I won off you from Ebay. The item number, for your information is #0000000000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I emailed you explaining that this perfume was clearly a fake and that I felt I had been robbed of £**.**, as it wasn't stated anywhere on the auction page that what I was buying was a 'copy'. This is fraud and eBay take all cases of fraud quite seriously. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of yet, I have filed no complaints with eBay or Trading Standards as I was prepared to give you the benfit of the doubt. You emailed me on the 10th March 2006, clearly stating that you would be sending a refund. I, as of yet, have still not received that refund.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore I am left with no other option. I have all your contact details and solid evidence that what you sold to me was indeed a fake. If you have made no effort to contact me regarding this issue, by 9pm Friday then I will be forced to take things further and seek legal advice. The evidence I have gathered, the perfume and your contact details will be sent to Trading Standards, eBay and the police, I should imagine they will contact you directly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you wish to rectify this problem then please contact me asap on (telephone number disclosed) or reply to this email.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't want to contact me, but just send me a refund then please send&lt;br /&gt;Cheque, Postal Order or Cash for the sum of £**.** to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(address disclosed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope to hear from you shortly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, the seller emailed me sometime this evening and said they would be sending my long awaited refund. I hope it comes, for the sellers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tv being installed tomorrow and my telephone line is being switched to my new provider. I'll be having plenty of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; evening and weekend calls, thank you very much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; is back at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114298623280816820?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114298623280816820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114298623280816820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114298623280816820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114298623280816820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/fake-update_21.html' title='The Fake Update'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114288709359442950</id><published>2006-03-20T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:38:13.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime Success!</title><content type='html'>Well bathtime soon came and I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dreading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it... I was expecting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but really it wasn't that bad. The husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was on hand incase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to escape outta the bathroom. She was a bit reluctant at first, but the more we made it seem like a big game the more interested she became. I even managed to wash and rinse her hair without one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whimper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now. Such a great end to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weekend... (my weekends run &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday-Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), so I'm gonna finish my glass of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and pick up on finishing my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while the husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watches the footie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114288709359442950?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114288709359442950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114288709359442950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114288709359442950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114288709359442950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/bathtime-success.html' title='Bathtime Success!'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114286803383094401</id><published>2006-03-20T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:22:29.996Z</updated><title type='text'>I never believed them when they said....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids are hard work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, so far has been awful. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is turning into a right little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;madam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She can never decide what it is she actually wants and it's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I can hardly understand her. She seems to come out with "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" a lot, but what she's actually "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" ing at, I guess I'll never know. She's refusing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and sometimes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Refusing to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and most recently to wear her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet after a few minutes without having a nappy on, she's crying to have it back. I can't win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from that my weekend with the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; has been amazing and has gone by too quick. He leaves for work tomorrow and I don't want him to go :'( He's such a big help when he's here and it's like he taking some of the everyday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;torment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have to put up with, off my shoulders. He means the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me and I hope he knows this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is calling and I've been on the pc all day so far... I don't want my man thinking I'm neglecting him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114286803383094401?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114286803383094401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114286803383094401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114286803383094401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114286803383094401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-never-believed-them-when-they-said.html' title='I never believed them when they said....'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114263993073483614</id><published>2006-03-17T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:58:50.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114263993073483614?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114261497511217886</id><published>2006-03-17T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:02:55.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny Domain Names</title><content type='html'>This was posted by one of my friends as a bulletin on &lt;a href="http://myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are real (and safe to open at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. 'Who Represents?' A company database for agencies to the rich and famous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whorepresents.com"&gt;http://www.whorepresents.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Experts Exchange. A knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expertsexchange.com"&gt;http://www.expertsexchange.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penisland.net"&gt;http://www.penisland.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Need a therapist? Try here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therapistfinder.com"&gt;http://www.therapistfinder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.molestationnursery.com"&gt;http://www.molestationnursery.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Gas central heating anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gasheating.co.uk"&gt;http://www.gasheating.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Powergen in Italy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powergenitalia.com"&gt;http://www.powergenitalia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114261497511217886?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114261497511217886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114261497511217886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114261497511217886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114261497511217886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-domain-names.html' title='Funny Domain Names'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114260051825711990</id><published>2006-03-17T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:01:58.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Diet.</title><content type='html'>Last night was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I couldn't sleep, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for alittle over two hours.  I had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heartburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I just couldn't get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was awake from about 5am, which wasn't great.  She was crying again.  I tried putting her in with me after an hour of running back and forth into her room - trying to settle her - that didn't work.  She just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;around and did a lot of shouting (trying to get me to open my eyes).  We got up at 7am and I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I've had nothing to eat today.  My intake has been liquids, mainly&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm not hungry, my body doesn't want food, it wants to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried getting in the bath with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lastnight, she still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Bubbles and toys are just not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114260051825711990?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114260051825711990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114260051825711990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114260051825711990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114260051825711990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/liquid-diet.html' title='Liquid Diet.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114255849407014701</id><published>2006-03-17T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:21:34.086Z</updated><title type='text'>"Drugs Or Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make the hardest things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seem easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere drugs don't go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the sunshine slows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always keep me close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only you could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stranger next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promise you promise that you're done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i cant tell you from the drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well dig a great big hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down an endless hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll both go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so blind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't save me this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope comes from inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel so low tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only you could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stranger next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promise you promise that you're done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't tell you from the drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This face in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're sorry you swear it you're done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't tell you from the drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me. I need your help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far away. To pull me up take the wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me. Out from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far away. Out from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114255849407014701?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114255849407014701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114255849407014701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114255849407014701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114255849407014701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/drugs-or-me.html' title='&quot;Drugs Or Me&quot;'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114252380221748626</id><published>2006-03-16T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:43:22.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Ok...</title><content type='html'>I'm moving all of my old &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and posting them here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114252380221748626?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114252380221748626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114252380221748626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252380221748626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252380221748626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title='Ok...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114246567845503897</id><published>2006-03-15T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:34:38.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Rede Of The Wiccae</title><content type='html'>Rede Of The Wiccae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being known as the counsel of the Wise Ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bide the Wiccan Laws ye must In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Live an’ let live - Fairly take an’ fairly give.&lt;br /&gt;Cast the Circle thrice about To keep all evil spirits out.&lt;br /&gt;To bind the spell every time - Let the spell be spake in rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;Soft of eye an’ light of touch - Speak little, listen much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Deosil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deosil"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deosil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; go by the waxing Moon - Sing and dance the Wiccan rune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Widdershins" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widdershins"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Widdershins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; go when the Moon doth wane, An’ the Werewolf howls by the dread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wolfsbane" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfsbane"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wolfsbane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When the Lady’s Moon is new, Kiss thy hand to Her times two.&lt;br /&gt;When the Moon rides at Her peak Then your heart’s desire seek.&lt;br /&gt;Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale - Lock the door and drop the sail.&lt;br /&gt;When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.&lt;br /&gt;When the West wind blows o’er thee, Departed spirits restless be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nine woods" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_woods"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nine woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; in the Cauldron go - Burn them quick an’ burn them slow.&lt;br /&gt;Elder be ye Lady’s tree - Burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.&lt;br /&gt;When the Wheel begins to turn - Let the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Beltane" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beltane"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beltane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; fires burn.&lt;br /&gt;When the Wheel has turned a Yule, Light the Log an’ let Pan rule.&lt;br /&gt;Heed ye flower bush an’ tree - By the Lady Blessèd Be.&lt;br /&gt;Where the rippling waters go Cast a stone an’ truth ye’ll know.&lt;br /&gt;When ye have need, Hearken not to others greed.&lt;br /&gt;With the fool no season spend Or be counted as his friend.&lt;br /&gt;Merry meet an’ merry part - Bright the cheeks an’ warm the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Mind the Threefold Law ye should - Three times bad an’ three times good.&lt;br /&gt;When misfortune is enow, Wear the Blue Star on thy brow.&lt;br /&gt;True in love ever be Unless thy lover’s false to thee.&lt;br /&gt;Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill - An’ it harm none, Do what ye will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Gwen Thompson. 1975&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reference: Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114246567845503897?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114246567845503897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114246567845503897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114246567845503897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114246567845503897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/rede-of-wiccae.html' title='Rede Of The Wiccae'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114245624108526026</id><published>2006-03-15T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:02:05.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Is that, what you would call, FIXED?</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;plumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, did eventually arrive this afternoon... After three failed attempts of ringing his mobile number I received a phonecall from him at 4pm saying that he would be round "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;within the hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". He knocked on the door a little after 4.30pm and introduced himself, only I swear he'd been here before to fix an earlier central heating problem. I pointed out the problem and left him to it, standing in the doorway of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bedroom just to make sure he was actually fixing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; claimed that those types of boilers always suffer with leaks. He never actually said if he was able to fix it or not, he just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the cupboard about water flow... IHow interested was I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 10 minutes later and he appeared out of the cupboard and said he would then fix the problem with my rattly radiator. Also mumbling about water flow, he unscrewed the temperature valve and said "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That should do the trick!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Hmm... I wonder how long for though? But so far so good, we've had no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;knocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the boiler seems to have stopped leaking. I'll check again though tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a bath tonight, only this time I thought I would get in with her. Just to reassure her that theres nothing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about taking a bath. Anyway she howled the place down, wouldn't sit, play with her bath toys or anything. I'm at my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wits end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when it boils down to bathtime. I'm out of ideas to make things work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114245624108526026?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114245624108526026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114245624108526026&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114245624108526026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114245624108526026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-that-what-you-would-call-fixed.html' title='Is that, what you would call, FIXED?'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114242912370932241</id><published>2006-03-15T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:35:46.076Z</updated><title type='text'>I wait patiently</title><content type='html'>So, I got a phonecall again from the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; landlord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday afternoon. Well it was from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;landlords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but the same difference, they're both full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, I was told that a plumber (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) would be calling me this morning to arrange to call in today to fix my leaky boiler. Urm, it's now 12.38pm and I've still not heard anything. I guess I'll be giving it till about 2pm and if no call then I shall be calling&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Mr-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself to find out where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he is. I was hoping to go to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at some point this afternoon. Doesn't look like thats going to be happening, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to email the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seller again this morning, still no refund through the post. What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monsters Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the second time today. I wish she wouldn't get so bloody attached to dvd's! It keeps her quiet though, so I can't really complain... Lastnight she was really good, bedtime was 8pm as normal and she was alseep (after a little whinge) for about 8.45pm - I didn't hear her again till about 2am and she went straight back to sleep on her own. We got up finally this morning about 9am - I'm still&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/DSCF0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/DSCF0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has decided his new sleeping place is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; overnight bag. I think he's finally found some sanctuary away from prying eyes and naughty hands. He is the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dosiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cat in the world and probably the only cat I've ever known who likes to have his belly tickled! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls him "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monteeee's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" when she can be bothered. I have another cat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and as the name &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a lot easier for a little one to learn than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she calls them both "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" which I think is extremely cute. But is it any wonder my cats still don't know &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/1600/DSCF2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7053/2322/200/DSCF2510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;their names??&lt;br /&gt;Both cats are from the same litter, brothers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the runt of the litter and it still shows now at only 10 months old, there is definately a size difference between the two. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the bully and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a baby. He lets me carry him around like a baby and loves to be mothered, he is also a very jealous cat and doesn't like me paying too much attention to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He doesn't even like the fact that I sleep with my bedroom door closed so he can't get in. He sits on the step and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; earlier on today, apparently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is feeling poorly and is off school. I was gonna go round and visit sometime this week, but I don't wanna chance &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; falling ill. So I think we'll stay at home untill I get the all clear, although I'm tempted to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MadHouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for an afternoon of madness, so I might just drop in on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to try and get away on a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year, I sure as hell could do with a break from everything &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I know it would be great for us to spend some quality time together. So I'm on a quest to find something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If that exists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114242912370932241?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114242912370932241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114242912370932241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114242912370932241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114242912370932241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wait-patiently.html' title='I wait patiently'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114237434081208767</id><published>2006-03-14T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:12:20.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend... Evaporated.</title><content type='html'>Firstly I have to say a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 74px" height="74" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/pink_Oda6hm.gif" width="631" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Hope all goes well... Don't forget, I wanna see scan piccies!!!&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent most of today looking for a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I have to say I'm not very impressed with the variety out there... Nothing yet has caught my attention, but I'm still hunting... I want something girly, but plain and simple too... I might just create one myself. If I can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such a fantastic long weekend with the husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and now he's back in sunny &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Southport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at work... &lt;em&gt;Roll on&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; baby&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling for the past few nights to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep,  she seems to be cutting more teeth at the back and I'm putting it down to that.  I hope it is, because if this is how she's going to act at every bed time then I think I may aswell go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;slit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now...  It's that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Well actually, it isn't, but when you're lacking sleep and on your period it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Bath time is no longer, she screams everytime I mention the word bath, screams when I put her in the bath and then acts like I'm murdering her when all I'm actually trying to do is rinse the shampoo out of her hair!  I think I could do with one of those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super Nannies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up this afternoon to cancel my account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah I'm just calling up to cancel my account and to check the outstanding amount&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: Oh right, um, I'll need to take your account number and clarify some security details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woman all my details and the conversation continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: The outstanding amount on the account is £87.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah, thats fine.  So now it's just to cancel the account please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: Um, may I ask why you are thinking of leaving us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I'm hoping to move to a different provider, one who is a lot cheaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: Oh right then, I can have a look at your previous bills and see what we can offer you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: No I'd just like to settle the account please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: Well, I've had a quick look and to me it seems that you've been set up on the wrong tariff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woman then mentions some random tariff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: You see Miss-M, this tariff would mean you'd be paying an extra £14.99 on top of what you're currently paying and then that would give you free evening and weekend calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Hmm, but surely if I'm paying an extra £14.99 then that would mean those free calls you just mentioned are not infact free.  I'm just calling to cancel my account, not to be dragged into another contract where I'd be paying more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BT: Well I will send out the literature to you anyway so you can have a look at it, see what you think and if you are interested then just give us a call back and we will set it up for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Ok, thanks. Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hung up before she got another word in, I didn't even grab her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'd had enough... I mean I only called to cancel my account not to be roped into another.  Anyway I called up the people who supply my broadband connection and as from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22nd March 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my account will be in their hands.  Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna take a trip to the library tomorrow.  I haven't been in months and I really should... Go pick out some interesting bedtime reading...  I haven't done any in ages.  I miss reading.  I might go on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shortly and read some reviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114237434081208767?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114237434081208767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114237434081208767&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114237434081208767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114237434081208767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-weekend-evaporated.html' title='Another weekend... Evaporated.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114218514841328838</id><published>2006-03-12T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:49:50.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Theres no business like SNOW business...</title><content type='html'>Wow, well we've had snow today and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of it... Took at trip to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and played on the field at the back of her house... Heres some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="428" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0815.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made a snowman, they used tea-bags as eyes (no coal was available!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="465" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0816.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="680" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0817.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="449" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0818.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 491px" height="491" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0819.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trying to be clever (catching snowballs), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 447px" height="441" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0820-grey.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; - I love this pic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="355" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0821.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've lost my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="350" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0822.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rolling a huge snowball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="323" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0823.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="752" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0825.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; wearing my pink gloves and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lying in the snow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="479" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0837.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extremely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114218514841328838?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114218514841328838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114218514841328838&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114218514841328838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114218514841328838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/theres-no-business-like-snow-business.html' title='Theres no business like SNOW business...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/th_DSCF0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114209931388745864</id><published>2006-03-11T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:48:33.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Brrr... *shivers*</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how cold it is outside. It's gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired still. The husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been taking the piss out of me, cos when I'm tired my brain doesn't respond so quickly and I tend to talk in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;utter riddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seller has emailed me again and told me to keep the perfume. He or she also said that they were sending the refund via cheque as soon a possible... I cen tell you now, once I have received the money that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smelly stinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" will be going straight into the bin, the smell is lingering in my house and it's almost sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Asda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch and we got a dvd out from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blockbuster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Only I can't remember what it's called... Never mind. I think I may go snuggle up on the sofa and await the return of my little monster. She actually allowed me to tie her hair back today, she looks so much more tidier... The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; calls her "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;big wig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and she actually lives up to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="200" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="148" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="148" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/DSCF0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114209931388745864?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114209931388745864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114209931388745864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114209931388745864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114209931388745864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/brrr-shivers.html' title='Brrr... *shivers*'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114207313403981704</id><published>2006-03-11T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:32:14.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep neglect is not good</title><content type='html'>So, the events from the past few days and nights are finally catching up with me and today I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm having to prop open my eyelids with match sticks to keep myself from falling asleep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Actually no, I'm not... But I'm feeling like I might need to do it soon... Oh so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slept well lastnight, for a change. I struggled for about an hour to get her to sleep, but it wasn't as half as bad as struggling for 4 hours.   I struggled to get to sleep, I was cold and there was a lot of noise coming from outside... So annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokeup this morning and realised that it's Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ditz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Also means my landlords office is closed till Monday, which is crap considering I have another leak from my boiler... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Tired. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll sleep tonight and with the husband&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to snuggle up to, theres no chance of me getting cold... Aaaww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114207313403981704?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114207313403981704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114207313403981704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114207313403981704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114207313403981704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep-neglect-is-not-good.html' title='Sleep neglect is not good'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114203739691273769</id><published>2006-03-10T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:52:13.650Z</updated><title type='text'>And fun was had by all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="365" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today hasn't been half as bad as I was expecting it to be when I got up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely to spend some time with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and catch up with how she is. She's not doing too bad and the wrist splints she has to wear and they are helping her out loads. Drank plently of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while I was there and took loads of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mainly of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; messing about, really. Some of them are quite funny. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to play hide 'n seek behind my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; curtains... I dunno why, she just thought it was hysterical that I wanted to take a pic of her. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="189" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She even climbed underneath my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dining table to try and escape the dreaded camera... hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="196" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then mithered the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="208" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="376" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I decided to take a pic (sad I know) of my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; step-dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; goldfish... I always though goldfish were those teenie weenie fish that you won from dodgy fairground stalls... I was proved to be very wrong!! These fish are taking over the fishtank. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been feeding them growth food apparently... I'll let you make up you own opinions...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The glass is a little bit magnified, but not much. Please note, the water tank isn't really that murky looking... I dunno why it came out like that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We polished off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bottles of wine (little ones) whilst getting annoyed at the kids. My little sister (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) had her trainset out and her and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were happily playing, but the controller is insane and turns the tv channel over... So bizarre! Anyway, so while my&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was trying to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deal or no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it suddenly turned itself over. I think it's safe to say she didn't play with it for the rest of the evening. Instead she turned her boredom onto me, making random conversational witterings... I swear she's like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;little old lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Spoke to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my PC. He said, and I quote here... "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you want, bring back Jen's PC and you take mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", he wasn't drunk either so I think I'll be taking him up on that offer... I think this one is on it's last legs and plus there isn't much space left for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;photo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've decided I'm gonna cancel my account with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I guess I've finally realised that they're ripping me off. My broadband contract is due for renewal in two months or so, so I think I'm gonna get both my telephone line and broadband with my current broadband supplier and I guess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;reap the benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Got back home about 9pm, after my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; argued me into getting a taxi... The bloody bus stop is right outside her house and then more or less right outside mine!!! Anyway, I guess it saved us getting cold and wet waiting for the bus to arrive. When I got in I noticed it felt a bit chilly - Even though the heating had been on from 4pm. I thought perhaps the gas had run out, but no. So I ventured upstairs to check on the boiler and guess what? The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' water pressure had dropped again!! meaning that the boiler had just decided that it had had enough and was gonna die on me. Luckily enough I kinda knew how to sort the pressure out, so I soon got that sorted and the heating on and back to normal... Then I guess I noticed the second problem. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuckin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leaking AGAIN!!! I'm so not happy, so first thing tomorrow morning I shall be on the phone (before I get the line disconnected) to complain and hopefully get someone to fix it, properly this time... Not just a make-shift attempt. If they don't do it right then I'm getting in touch with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;environmental health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as my two year old daughter sleeps in that room and I don't want her health at risk because my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arsehole landlord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't be arsed coughing up and installing a new system... Rant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Untill tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seller contacted me this morning - Obviously after I'd left the house. He / She (Their name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?) has agreed to a full refund, which is excellent! I've just gotta work out if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants me to send back to dodgy perfume or not... If it was left to me then I'd just chuck it in the bin! My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sprayed some on her hand this afternoon and yack. It still smelt like cheap tat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really really tired, but excited. So with that, I know if I crawl into bed it's gonna take me ages to fall alseep. The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; is home in the morning. Yay! It feels like a lifetime since I last saw him. I miss him so much when he's not here =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm off to grab some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lemon curd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on toast and a splendid cup of coffee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Goodnight-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114203739691273769?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114203739691273769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114203739691273769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114203739691273769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114203739691273769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-fun-was-had-by-all.html' title='And fun was had by all'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/th_DSCF0759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114198998950153127</id><published>2006-03-10T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:28:24.300Z</updated><title type='text'>As the saying goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/DSCF0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theres no rest for the wicked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to fit in quite well with what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the apple of my eye... Decided at midnight that she was going to wakeup and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up till &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I sure am paying for it now... I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I just can't seem to get motivated. My bed is calling me and the idea of being snug and warm in there is very inviting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on lastnight I wrote a note on the back of my hand to remind me to take my trousers upstairs to dry them on the radiator...&lt;br /&gt;This is the note... &lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/reminder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/reminder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It did the job though and I remembered to take my trousers up to bed with me, however, upon waking up this morning I have noticed that the ink had imprinted (during my sleep) onto my arm... So now I've got the joy of washing off two prints... I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ditz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now to finish my morning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and get my ass into gear. I'll probably blog again when I get home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114198998950153127?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114198998950153127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114198998950153127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114198998950153127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114198998950153127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-saying-goes.html' title='As the saying goes...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/My%20Pics/th_DSCF0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114194358482103792</id><published>2006-03-09T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:03:14.103Z</updated><title type='text'>The fake update</title><content type='html'>Okay, I emailed the seller regarding the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perfume this morning and as of yet I've had no response. There are contact details listed on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the seller and a mobile number - I've tried calling the number twice today and on both occasions it rang straight to the answering thingy. I didn't leave a message. I tend to say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" a lot when it comes to leaving messages, so I don't do it often... My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinks it's cute, I just think it's highly annoying. Almost as annoying as buying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perfume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Warmfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; appeared at 4.20pm today and as the appointment wasn't till 6pm, it kinda took me by suprise and I lost my bearings. My house was a mess (still) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was wandering round in her top and a nappy (she'd gotton her pants wet, splashing in puddles). He didn't seem too fazed, I mean, why should he? He wasn't coming to look at the state of the place, or how I dress my daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say much, mainly grumbled under his breath as he filled in various forms. He did ask me to remove the cats though, which kinda annoyed me a little. He claimed he was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alergic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he'd be sneezing and everything if they stayed in the same room... What I wondered is why, after removing the cats, he didn't sneeze &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I mean the sofa was covered in cat hairs (I hadn't had time to hoover it)... So that led me to believe he either 1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Didn't like cats or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Didn't want to be harrassed by them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Meanwhile my poor kitty's were trapped in by bedroom crying to get out =( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Evil man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more to the point... They're apparently gonna come and draught-proof the doors, new loft insulation, new loft hatch and some low energy light bulbs. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but it's a start I guess... He explained that they wouldn't be able to do anything with the central heating system as I am a private tenant... So if I lived in a council house then I would have probably got the whole shebang and cos I don't, I won't. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miss the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; loads, more so than normal. I think it's because his working week has changed and he now works &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night... I'm gonna miss our cosy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nights in front of the box... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all day tomorrow, which should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a bath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Such a lonely day... And it's mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Take your hand and walk away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114194358482103792?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114194358482103792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114194358482103792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114194358482103792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114194358482103792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/fake-update.html' title='The &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt; update'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114190600423827273</id><published>2006-03-09T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:20:00.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Ebay is evil</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to blog about this untill I had a response from the seller, but then I thought about it and then thought a little more... Then decided, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I made a bid and won some perfume on&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; eBay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - "Fantastic!"... Or maybe not... The perfume in question is one of my faves and I thought I'd won an absolute bargain... Little did I know that I was bidding on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postman was banging hell out of the door again this morning (9am) - I swear he's blind... We have a DOORBELL and yet he choses the quieter method. Rudely awakened, I jumped outta bed... Hurtled down the stairs and proceeded with the many locking devices on my front door... The postman, looking very merry, kindly said "getting better love"... I responded with a little sleepy smile, signed for the parcel and then trundled back to bed - Not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she got in my bed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew instantly that the brown jiffy bag was my perfume and I got all excited, carefully peeling into the package like I do at Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then I guess, I noticed... Something wasn't quite right&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be straight to the point here and list the faults... Really obvious ones too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* The images on the box looked distorted - Images on the original are clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The bottle lid wasn't weighted - The original is very heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The bottle lid was plastic and peeling - The original is metal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The sticker is missing from the base - Not majorly important, but all originals sport the label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The spray cap thingy can be taken off - The original can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The smell is cheap and nothing like what it's supposed to smell like - The original is heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The insert of the box is white - The original is red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my findings and comparing them with my Mum we have both decided that what I bought is clearly a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! So now I'm annoyed, if I'd have known it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then I never would have placed a bid on it. I feel the seller is doing wrong, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;false advertising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all that jazz... It never actually stated on the page that what I was bidding on was a fake... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bad seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Or is it my fault for not checking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've mailed the seller asking if they could kindly give me a refund, although I was seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as I typed, the email made me seem &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;collected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is great considering I have such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hot head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;foul mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I guess now I just sit and wait for a response... I also told the seller that unless we can come to some sort of agreement then I will be filing a claim with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and also taking the matter to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trading Standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't see why he/she should be getting away with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fraud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, afterall thats what it is... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So what would you do if you were in my shoes??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will blog again a little later, but right now I've a house to clean =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114190600423827273?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114190600423827273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114190600423827273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114190600423827273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114190600423827273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/ebay-is-evil.html' title='Ebay is evil'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114186271155623599</id><published>2006-03-08T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:30:20.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Selfless, cold and composed...</title><content type='html'>Today hasn't been so glorious as it first appeared to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had a marathon day of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watching which was fun - I'm totally facinated with how quick &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; picks things up... She said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" the other day *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* I shouldn't laugh really, but hearing a little kid swear is just hilarious! I guess I should watch my mouth more... I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a trip to the cashpoint and much to my dismay, my bank account is in the red, which isn't so fantastic. I think I'm gonna rip up my cheque book... It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and who uses cheque books nowadays anyway?? I had a good cry to the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; on the phone. He said he's gonna help me put things right this weekend... I hope so! I hate not having any money to spend on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, let alone myself!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some man coming round tomorrow evening to investigate the heating problems we seem to be having. Hopefully I'll soon have a warmer house, but who knows... They might not be able to do anything...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I hope they can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now to make a coffee and some munchies before bed. I can't afford another late night, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"It's easy to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Easy and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When it doesn't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Selfless, cold and composed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114186271155623599?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114186271155623599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114186271155623599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114186271155623599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114186271155623599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/selfless-cold-and-composed.html' title='Selfless, cold and composed...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114178275784684573</id><published>2006-03-07T01:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:19:23.806Z</updated><title type='text'>New Template...</title><content type='html'>I was trying to find a new &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blog template&lt;/span&gt;, but it's too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and so I guess I'll be off to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114178275784684573?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114178275784684573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114178275784684573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114178275784684573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114178275784684573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-template.html' title='New Template...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114252409321613297</id><published>2006-03-05T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:48:50.633Z</updated><title type='text'>booooring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess I'm&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anti-depressant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ben Folds Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the way forward.... Listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sefless Cold and Composed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Evaporated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you will feel it too!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever.... and... ever.... Amen!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114252409321613297?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114252409321613297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114252409321613297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252409321613297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252409321613297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/booooring.html' title='booooring....'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114252423437044159</id><published>2006-03-02T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:50:34.370Z</updated><title type='text'>♥ Food</title><content type='html'>I've decided I'm gonna have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tuna pasta with cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114252423437044159?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114252423437044159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114252423437044159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252423437044159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252423437044159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/food.html' title='&amp;hearts; Food'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114252431831437456</id><published>2006-03-02T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:01:39.743Z</updated><title type='text'>....Quizarama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What does your MySpace quote mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think last time I cheked it was Jimmy Eat World lyrics, but I think it's due for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Elaborate on your default photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urm... It's me I guess, with my new hair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How many comments do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than 100, I know that much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What's your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a serious relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My black pyjammies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money :'( and I guess the fact that I can't seem to shift this cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lazy mornings in bed with the husband♥, or cuddling up on the sofa infront of the box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What makes you most happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being around people I love / like. Seeing my daughter happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were on cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. If you could go back in time, and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have stuck it out at college...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cat, those animals have it made!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Ever have a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, At least not that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Name an obvious quality you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A good listener&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cardigans - My Favorite Game... It reminds me of Gran Turismo and I loved playing that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you happy today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reasonably considering I've hardly had any sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who will cut and paste this first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No idea, probably no-one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Name someone with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bestfriends daughter, Mia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. ... was apparently deleted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. MISSING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you ever been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Have you ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes and bum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Whats your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex's (yes thats plural, cos they were all mistakes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Say something totally random about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bottom has gone numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urm.... I got called Kelly Osbourne by some chav in Liverpool... I think it was Hallowe'en... Shame - I sobbed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, small and cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bed of rose petals, or is that just cheesy??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What is your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freshly baked bread - Freshly washed skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People who leave stickers on their shoes (on the soles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What's something you really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Do you give random hugs and kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I worked in the K, we used to party hard afterwards... Sometimes never getting to bed till 9am the next morning!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;______WORST________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Time of day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9am... I'm not a morning person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Day of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sprouts! ew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______LAST__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Person you saw:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daughter, Miss-J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Talk on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the husband♥,  about 30 mins ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hugged:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss-J at bedtime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Text Messaged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The husband♥  - earlier on this afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5: Song you heard:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brand New - Soco Amaretto Lime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______TODAY________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What are you doing now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filling this is and thinkin about what food I'm gonna cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is "tonight" - I think I'm off to bed shortly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black pyjammies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sausage butty.... It was sorta breakfast / lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______TOMORROW___________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Is:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Got any plans:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not yet - probably just cosy night in with the husband♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The morning, it comes too soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you have work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;________FAVORITES__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Numbers:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 - 13 - 25... Random.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Song(s):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the mo... Ben Folds Five - Sefless Cold and Composed &amp; Jimmy Eat World - May Angels Lead You In...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color(s):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple, green, pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Season:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. State:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drunken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;________CURRENTLY_________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thinking about?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food &amp;amp; Sex....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Missing someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Wanting:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cuddle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114252431831437456?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114252431831437456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114252431831437456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252431831437456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114252431831437456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/03/quizarama.html' title='....Quizarama...'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781275.post-114053571934736519</id><published>2006-02-21T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:23:20.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Housework is poo.</title><content type='html'>Wow, my first post... blog... entry... whatever on blogger / blog thingy *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do already have a blog thingy on MySpace, but that's boring an no-one really reads it. I used to have a blogger thingy a good few years back, but that got really depressing, I guess, like my life at the time and I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So I start again from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days / weeks have been quite hectic. I've got a party going on this weekend for my husbands&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I decided last minute that I wanted to re-vamp my living / dining room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I had a conversation with my best friend (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) the other day about home decor. Sad. I'm ageing and it's unfair. So yes, instead of having "coffee" coloured chimney breasts they're now a lovely lush red colour. Giving instant warmth to the room. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;and I have laid new laminate flooring throughout downstairs, which is looking very swish! I wasn't actually planning on staying in this house, it was just a kinda 'stop-gap' till something bigger and better came along... And I was thinking, that might actually be a long wait. Might aswell make this place comfortable for us to live in. I'm impressed with what we've managed to get done in such little time. I'm impressed with the husband&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and his "first attempt" at laying the floor - What he hasn't realised it that I've still got two bedrooms upstairs that I want doing. Oh he's gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a lot today really. Did some laundry. Tidied some toys away. Urmm... I think thats about it. I'm trying to recover from my illness y'see. It's getting me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been ill now with a cold / flu / infection thing for over a month now and it doesn't seem to be getting any better. I'm making an appointment at the doctors on Thursday - I hope it's nothing too serious - I'm out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;partying at the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking hot orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss-J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is being a pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781275-114053571934736519?l=lovingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/114053571934736519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781275&amp;postID=114053571934736519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114053571934736519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781275/posts/default/114053571934736519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/02/housework-is-poo.html' title='Housework is poo.'/><author><name>Almost Porcelain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886509487397138380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/laydee-black/Cam00015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
