<?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-7548801272775637513</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:09:05.574+08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='meme'/><category term='freebie'/><category term='for sale'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='photo'/><category term='animal cruelty'/><category term='Peta'/><category term='animal'/><category term='Give away'/><category term='sims 3'/><title type='text'>Flawed</title><subtitle type='html'>Spend some time being FLAWED</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3603466559937279828</id><published>2010-08-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:33:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>Im sorry that I havent been around much lately. I have been all blogged out...Typical seeing as I have just purchased a domain. I dont know what to do. Maybe just give up and leave :( Anyways I thought I would just post as I have been missing. Not just from posting but from reading also.&lt;br /&gt;I miss posting but I dont know if I can any more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3603466559937279828?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3603466559937279828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3603466559937279828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3603466559937279828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3603466559937279828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/08/absent.html' title='Absent'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6597200023118552023</id><published>2010-07-08T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:00:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys</title><content type='html'>Well you gotta love money right? I finally got my DSLR so I can finally start my photography course. I had a little money left over so I also bought my very first laptop. I have wanted a laptop since I was about 14...Or so my mum says. I know its been for as long as I remember. So here I am sitting on the couch next to the heater keeping warm with a coffee and a peanut butter sandwich, typing to you. I have a toddler sitting on my back and a baby kicking my side, but life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be a big storm in Perth tonight, fast winds, hail, rain and all that. So I have batteries on charge for the torch and candles on standby. Hope the power doesnt go off, boring enough without that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have no idea what to write in my new blog. I had written something and saved it but for some reason it is missing now. It doesnt matter I didnt like it anyway. Im stressing because I want it to seem professional and written nicely but I know it will just turn into snot. I cant even manage to write up an intro page abotu me and what I want my blog to be like. Im drawing a mental blank. However the idea of my laptop was so I can blog and not stress that my darling will be looking over my shoulder, I dont mind if he reads it when Im finished (although I will feel silly anyway) but I hate him looking at what I write. I also wanted a lappy so I can watch tv or movies while online. I always get so bored, now I can watch tv....Pathetic I know. No one has been online lately so I have been so lonely and bored *worlds smallest violin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im going to leave you now and try work on my new blog!&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6597200023118552023?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6597200023118552023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6597200023118552023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6597200023118552023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6597200023118552023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-toys.html' title='New toys'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4355711341564124164</id><published>2010-07-05T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:58:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give away close!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yay! &lt;br /&gt;The first thing I thought early this morning when I woke...At 4am *sigh* Mums car is dead so Im taking her to work until ts fixed. So anyway, the first thing I thought was GIVE AWAY TIME!!! In my sleepy state. So I have given each participant a number and been to Random.org. Im pleased to annouce that the winner of this gorgeous bag is none other but the lovely mum over at &lt;a href="http://themuffinmonsterbubbalugblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Muffin Monster Bubbalub Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big congratulations to you for winning such a gorgeous bag! Please get in contact with me by emailing &lt;a href="mailto:lady_auriel@hotmail.com"&gt;ME&lt;/a&gt; and I shall have it sent for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4355711341564124164?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4355711341564124164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4355711341564124164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4355711341564124164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4355711341564124164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-away-close.html' title='Give away close!!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6685034267237273380</id><published>2010-07-03T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:44:20.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 days</title><content type='html'>Well its the last 2 days until the give away ends!! Im soo excited about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling son is driving me bonkers at night. He wakes up and cries for me so I have to go in or he will wake the house up. So I go in and cuddle with him in bed (falling asleep myself) then the baby wakes up for a bottle. So I get up and go feed him on the lounge, then my darling comes out wiht me and falls asleep at my feet. If I go back to bed he comes in with me, no room for me so I go back on the lounge and he follows and sleeps at my feet. So tonight, I have made him a 'bed' up on the floor in our room right next to where I sleep. I have stuffed spear old pillows under the bed where a breeze will come through and I have rugged him up down there. So if he wakes up tonight and tries to get into bed with us again I will kick him off...No seriously I will :P Whatever works right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to take him to the shopping center during the sc...sch..... You know those horrid holidays... Because they have reptiles coming to play. I know he would love that greatly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im really sucking at this blogging thing for sure. I dont know how Im going to do on my new blog... I have only done one draft so far for it!! I just dont know what to do!! I had all these plans but now Im dreading it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6685034267237273380?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6685034267237273380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6685034267237273380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6685034267237273380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6685034267237273380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-2-days.html' title='Last 2 days'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6922337653479803668</id><published>2010-07-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:15:17.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuchini Slice</title><content type='html'>Well seeing as I cant think of anything to write I might as well post a yummy recipe for you all to try out and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small zuchini (grated)&lt;br /&gt;1 Onion&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;Ham (or Bacon)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;Tomato (finely chopped, or sliced and laid on top)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cheese (grated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METHOD&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients and bake at 180 degrees C for 40 - 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TC2pljTVw_I/AAAAAAAAANg/HhqgLsRQ-EY/s1600/DSCF5414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TC2pljTVw_I/AAAAAAAAANg/HhqgLsRQ-EY/s320/DSCF5414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TC2prgVPEEI/AAAAAAAAANk/kzQN_-8kCF8/s1600/DSCF5417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TC2prgVPEEI/AAAAAAAAANk/kzQN_-8kCF8/s320/DSCF5417.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/7548801272775637513-6922337653479803668?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6922337653479803668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6922337653479803668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6922337653479803668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6922337653479803668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/07/zuchini-slice.html' title='Zuchini Slice'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TC2pljTVw_I/AAAAAAAAANg/HhqgLsRQ-EY/s72-c/DSCF5414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5753659429848337369</id><published>2010-06-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:30:53.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Lives</title><content type='html'>So a friends FaceBook status got me thinking about boring people making their lives seem a hell of a lot more interesting online. So I'm in the shower and I was curious to know if people who blog about fake lives, annoy others. I mean of course if they are asking for money / items or are just receiving them out of the kindness of other peoples hearts, then if you found out they were fake you would be pretty damn peeved. However, if they were just doing it purely for fun and you were really enjoying the blog for entertainment...Would you be angry if you found out it was fake? Would you rather know that it was fake or would you like to keep it real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I like to dream that there really are live dinosaurs roaming free on some remote island. Or that, we are just living in a fake world where machines have our real body plugged into a pod somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like living in a dream world most of the time. We have already discovered other inhabitable planets and have people living off world somewhere. I think its what keeps me going,&amp;nbsp;I mean this world is becoming so boring. I need my imagination to keep it exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this (stupid) group on Face Book "Fake Forum Friends" its purpose is to out people who are being fake and making up lies on forums...Obviously. I got put up on there once because of a dog forum lol I had become a member a while before to ask advice on our (my mums) dog. I heard that my friends were on there stirring trouble and just went over to see what they were talking about and because someone had started attacking them (someone from a different forum) my defences kicked in and I started posting attacking him back. So for some stupid reason we were posted on fake forum friends...Not like we were pretending to be something we aren't, they were trolling and I just got involved. So some moron thought he would be Mister Cool and name our other forum names (a forum that we frequented). Not that I really care, the whole page is just a childish way to pick on other people. Posting photos of these 'fake friends" and posting their real names and links to their FB pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now under a fake name on the forum Bub Hub, because I became pretty damn angry and got myself banned from my other name. I had only started that site for advice and info, shame some people are so judgmental and touchy on certain subjects. I lack tact and empathy, but thats not my fault is it? Its the way I was raised. I'm seeing someone about it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5753659429848337369?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5753659429848337369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5753659429848337369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5753659429848337369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5753659429848337369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/fake-lives.html' title='Fake Lives'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5853371053605903285</id><published>2010-06-28T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:43:05.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again!</title><content type='html'>I had lost my love of Christmas as a teen, I never got anything I wanted even my mum asking me what I wanted. I never asked for anything major, something only costing about 60 dollars. Or I would just say anything as long as I have lots of things to open. Things like a new diary, new bag, note books, clock etc. I have always (and still am) very easy to shop for.&lt;br /&gt;Now Im a mum, and now my son is getting older I love Christmas again! From this year on Im going all out in decorating and the chance to make Christmas magical. For me, Christmas isn't about the religious side of the holiday. I dont make a big deal out of pressents, but I do like to give them things to open. I love gift giving with the family (Ok...I like reciving as well but dont get much of that), there is something about giving people gifts that make me all tingly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this year toy sale's I have printed out a sheet for the list of people. I have written down the kids names, Ideas, accual, location and paid. Im also putting them in layby buddy sets. We have 3 kids birthdays in November. So that will all get laybied (???) together and taken off before the first kids birthday that month.&lt;br /&gt;One boy has a birthday October, so his will be layby on its own or I may even get it straight away... Seeing as BigW has a no deposit layby.&lt;br /&gt;We have a friends kids birthdays both in December, so their christmas and birthday pressies will be buddy upped and taken off together.&lt;br /&gt;Also have an older boys birthday in October...So Im not sure about him because I probably wont get him something from a layby place...Im thinking National Geographic...Unless I can get him console games.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will group our boys lot together and the rest of the family's together.&lt;br /&gt;So its only 3 people I have up until Christmas from other family, I most likely will get it off sooner.&amp;nbsp; Plus my kids will be on and that will be up to as close to Christmas as I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit of a screw around, you might think. For me though its alot easier. I cant leave this until last minute. Neither of us are working right now, so the income is shocking. We have to plan ahead and although we dont spend a fortune on it, this way its alot easier on the wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you make the silly season easier on you? Im *trying* to start up one year putting money on a gift card each shop. Then next shop, spend that card on your (food) shopping, and put that money plus another $20 (or whatever) on a new card, rinse and repeat. However I never got around to that this year, fingers crossed for next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share what you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5853371053605903285?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5853371053605903285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5853371053605903285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5853371053605903285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5853371053605903285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5491167464244468661</id><published>2010-06-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:04:43.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Women</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is "GGRR" at advertising. What is with the models of today?&amp;nbsp;Don't they know that here in Australia the average&amp;nbsp;size is now 16, so printing a catalogue&amp;nbsp;full of size 6 girls is useless. A person the size of me (16 top 18 bottoms) can look all she wants at some of the sexy clothes and&amp;nbsp;lingerie&amp;nbsp;posted in magazines, but once I go to the shops and try them on I would look like a hippo in a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the poxy plus size models dont look plus size...What are they? Size 12? OOOH! Your so fat! PPFFT! I look back to when I was size 12 and yeah, I felt fat then but only from being teased by my sister (she is like size 6 or 8) but these days I would die to be back to that size again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im going to ask all you real women out there, no matter what size you are to join me in this! A week from today, Im going to post a full body shot photo of me! Hell, I might as well do several poses just to be bold. Im no Angerlina Jolie, but Im a mum and Im damn proud of who I am, fat and all. Dont get me wrong though, I would love to go back to size 12 and one day I might just do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone brave enough to join in with me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5491167464244468661?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5491167464244468661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5491167464244468661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5491167464244468661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5491167464244468661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-women.html' title='Real Women'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2407069605773861387</id><published>2010-06-26T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:41:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes to evacuate</title><content type='html'>Just following on from Tina Gray's blog entry &lt;a href="http://tinagray.me/2010/06/25/15-minutes-to-evacuate/"&gt;15 Minutes to evacuate&lt;/a&gt; I really think I could have almost everything thing I wanted packed up in time. Two words "Rubbish Bags". Load them up and haul them out! End of the world riot style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously not including my children and in no order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to copy Tina here and say my bag (nappy bag). That has my essentials in it all the time. Mobile, purse, diary, medications, sanitry items etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer. I would rip all the cords out and just take the tower because thats the part with all the important bits in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DVD collections. Thats including all the home movies. If I couldnt take all of them, then probablly just the home movies :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys memory box's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My engagment ring and necklace (Because I dont wear them at home, so I would need to go get them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would grab my books out of the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons art work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was really hard. Only because my bag holds most of my important stuff, other than my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if there was a fire and we needed to get out ASAP. I would send Matt out with the kids while I grabbed my computer and the home video's. They are the most important, I would have a break down if I lost my photos! Which reminds me, I sooo need to get my computer backed up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2407069605773861387?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2407069605773861387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2407069605773861387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2407069605773861387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2407069605773861387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-minutes-to-evacuate.html' title='15 Minutes to evacuate'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1815783350141553813</id><published>2010-06-25T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:39:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Scare</title><content type='html'>Well I had about the most scariest thing (so far) happen tonight, within the parenting zone.&lt;br /&gt;We were eating some fruit Mentos lollies and we gave my son a few, the first 2 he was fine with. The third one though, I said to him "This is the last one OK?" So he walks off but next thing I know he is back again and starts choking on it!! I didnt even need time to think, I grabbed him and bent him over and remembering my first aid training from many years ago, gave him a sharp thud on the back with the heel of my hand. I had thought it helped because he had stopped making the noise so I stood him up but then he started choking again. I repeated it and then Matt checked to see if it was still there. I tried a few more times and just as I was turning him around to try a different way (and use my dominant hand) I saw it fly out of him mouth. Just in that instant I think Matt started to panic (even more so) and stood and said "No, we need to call..." However I cut him off and told him it was on the floor. He swoops down and picks it up. My poor darling had also thrown up at the time it came out and me and daddy had both copped a share in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you think a situation like that. I took him for a shower to clean him up and calm him down and I just couldnt let go of him! I just wanted to hold and kiss him! I felt so horrid as I had been so grumpy today, with both boys keeping me awake all night and all that anger just disapears once something so scary happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this Im glad Im a quick thinker in desperate situations and I dont freeze up and panic. I tell you what though, afterwards I was shaking like hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingchildren.net.au/articles/pip_choking.html"&gt;How to stop choking - First Aid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1815783350141553813?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1815783350141553813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1815783350141553813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1815783350141553813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1815783350141553813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/parenting-scare.html' title='Parenting Scare'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1016496472306412288</id><published>2010-06-24T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:41:27.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength and weakness</title><content type='html'>Just a few results to random personality quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others see you as fresh, charming, and practical; someone who is popular, but composed and unpretentious. They also see you as considerate and understanding; always there for your friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your attitude towards your emotions is a healthy one. You aren't ashamed to let your emotions show occasionally, and you will undoubtedly be much healthier because of this attitude. You are likely to be a good social advisor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are strong-headed, tough and you like to observe others. You quickly make up your mind and you stick to your decisions. Pleasing others and having a good time is not your goal; you want things to get done. Depending on the circumstances, you could be very talkative, even argumentative, but could also fall silent if you choose to do so. You prefer to communicate in a logical and factual manner, and you are not easily tricked by fanciful behavior.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1016496472306412288?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1016496472306412288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1016496472306412288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1016496472306412288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1016496472306412288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/strength-and-weakness.html' title='Strength and weakness'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4832811360389370543</id><published>2010-06-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:53:14.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the empty toilet rolls</title><content type='html'>Went to an 18th birthday party last night, my plan was to get as drunk as I could and try to enjoy myself. Well we were one of the first people there and I started on the Jim Beam as soon as I got settled in. The party was for my fiancés cousin, she is a lovely girl however I was nervous as hell and I even told my darling that I refused to go because I would be so anxious all night. After he let me know he really wanted to go for her, I decided I should put my pety anxiety problem aside for just one night for a nice family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the night went by I needed to pee more and more (when don’t I?!) and I was basically in there every 15 – 20 minutes. I even made “pee buddies” with a couple of 18 year old girls. So I was the first person to take an empty toilet roll off the holder and I placed it nicely down on the floor next to the full roll container just next to the loo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 or 3 more visits to the toilet, there was another fresh roll up and a new empty one placed nicely next to mine. Yeah sure, ok nothing wrong with that. Now, the NEXT time I went in to pee...There was only the first toilet roll left on the floor, the second had gone missing! *insert dramatic music* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perplexed me all night, needless to say! I even approached my pee buddies and asked if they had taken the roll for some kind of party trick. Alas they said they have no idea what happened to the missing roll. *shifty eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night goes on, the cake comes out and speeches are made. People get more drunk and then people start to leave. Soon there were only us two left and the 18 year olds partying on. It was then time for us to go home and I felt a bit sick, so instead of tempting fate and throw up in the car on the way home, I made one final trip to the toilet to force myself to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and bend over the bowl, I just happen to glance over to the side of the toilet where the lonely toilet roll had been sitting. I had to do a double take because what was once a lonely toilet roll, has now gained not one, but 4 other friends!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Did I somehow completely look past those other four on my frequent trip to the toilet? It has been playing on my mind since... The case of the Emty&amp;nbsp;Toilet Rolls... This mystery is still unsolved to this very next day! DUM DUM DUM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4832811360389370543?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4832811360389370543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4832811360389370543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4832811360389370543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4832811360389370543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/case-of-empty-toilet-rolls.html' title='The case of the empty toilet rolls'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-9215316983778411313</id><published>2010-06-20T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:22:58.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freebie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give away'/><title type='text'>First give away</title><content type='html'>Just 10 more blog posts after this one and I will have hit the 100th post!! Apart from that just being totally awesome, I will be starting my new blog after that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate the opening of my new blog and my 100th post, I would like to have my very first give away! A lovely friend of mine over at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=100837836631399&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Mischa’s Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; has made for me a gorgeous bag to use as a prize! Michelle is a stay at home mum, who has an awesome talent for sewing the cutest things! She has only just started selling her items and will soon have her own website, so keep an eye out for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you enter? What are the rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a public follower of this blog! (Must do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a fan of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=100837836631399&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Mischa's Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(+ 1 entry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comment at least once from now until my 100th post, the more comments you post the more chances you have to win! (One comment per blog entry, max 10) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The winner will be announced July 5th on my blog, winner will be picked using &lt;a href="http://random.org/"&gt;Random.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the winner does not respond within 72 hours, a new winner will be selected. So make sure you check back to see if you won!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Good luck to all that enter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sNqRW49I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZgRa3dP1D-c/s1600/lining.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sNqRW49I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZgRa3dP1D-c/s320/lining.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sSfAoygI/AAAAAAAAANc/Vsk3mIWsbh4/s1600/pic.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sSfAoygI/AAAAAAAAANc/Vsk3mIWsbh4/s320/pic.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sIye91HI/AAAAAAAAANU/uhPZsKPZJz4/s1600/bag.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sIye91HI/AAAAAAAAANU/uhPZsKPZJz4/s320/bag.bmp" width="213" /&gt;&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/7548801272775637513-9215316983778411313?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/9215316983778411313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=9215316983778411313' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9215316983778411313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9215316983778411313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-give-away.html' title='First give away'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TB1sNqRW49I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZgRa3dP1D-c/s72-c/lining.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2017858469068756154</id><published>2010-06-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:52:20.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims Home</title><content type='html'>I know, probably no one is really interested in this...However I like it so Im sharing it. Here is a few photos I took ingame of a sims home I just finished. Nothing special but I really liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;embed height="360" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwmg.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fv208%2Fpeppa_anne%2Fc538b94c.pbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c538b94c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2017858469068756154?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2017858469068756154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2017858469068756154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2017858469068756154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2017858469068756154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/sims-home.html' title='Sims Home'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1869857686040416264</id><published>2010-06-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:02:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yumo! I made some banana muffins (and variations) the other day and I want to share with you the results!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 1/2 C self raising flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3/4 C brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 C milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 tablespoon margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 ripe bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Combine milk, egg, margarine, vanilla and bananas and blend in a mixing jug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Place flour and sugar in a large bowl. Mix in milk mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pour mixture into a greased muffin tray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bake for 20-25 minutes at 180 degrees celcius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5drTouCI/AAAAAAAAANE/UiptDe5AYfw/s1600/DSCF5394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5drTouCI/AAAAAAAAANE/UiptDe5AYfw/s200/DSCF5394.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5kNCojeI/AAAAAAAAANI/i6VmyMAA_AE/s1600/DSCF5395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5kNCojeI/AAAAAAAAANI/i6VmyMAA_AE/s200/DSCF5395.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I mixed in a teaspoon of saltanas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can use choc chips or coconut or berries...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5xdSM8NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1QGFTLEYTq0/s1600/DSCF5399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5xdSM8NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1QGFTLEYTq0/s200/DSCF5399.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5qeU45ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/xR-A7Scru1g/s1600/DSCF5398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5qeU45ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/xR-A7Scru1g/s200/DSCF5398.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1869857686040416264?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1869857686040416264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1869857686040416264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1869857686040416264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1869857686040416264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/banana-muffins.html' title='Banana muffins'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TBi5drTouCI/AAAAAAAAANE/UiptDe5AYfw/s72-c/DSCF5394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4447346761781980365</id><published>2010-06-03T07:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:07:25.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>81 Things about me - Post #87</title><content type='html'>1, What color is your toothbrush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, Name one person that made you smile today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To early to smile but I would say my eldest son &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, What were you doing at 8 am this morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 7:30 but Im sure I will be doing the same thing as now, surfin the net and waiting for my coffee lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, What were you doing 45 minutes ago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping zzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, What is your favorite candy ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabury bubble chocolate stuff lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, Have you ever been to a strip club? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7, What is the last thing you said aloud? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, What is the best ice cream flavor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubblegum lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, What was the last thing you had to drink? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last time you took Tylenol? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never? I dont know what that is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, Have you ever made a promise you'd die to keep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...But I do try and keep my promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, Have you bought any new clothing items this week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13, The last sporting event you watched? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does walking past the tv while AFL is on count as watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, Who was the last person you sent a message to on facebook? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16, Ever go camping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah all the time when I was younger...A few times as an adult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17, Do you take vitamins daily? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just anti stress ones for my anxiety... Do jack sh!t for it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, Do you go to church every Sunday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19,Do you have a tan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope lol My arms go alittle darker during summer but not really a tan as such &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20, Do you like Chinese food over pizza? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Chinese gives me the sh!ts lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21, Do you drink your soda with a straw? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, What did your last text message say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the RAC are on their way so please stay with your car blah blah blah.... From last night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23, What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the Sims 3 Ambitions hopefully if I buy it today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24, Where is your dad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up northern WestAustralia...Soon to be visiting Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25, Look to your left, what do you see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matts computer and all that jazz..Plus a sewing machine lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26, What color is your watch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont own a watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27,What do you think of when you hear Australia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28, What is your birthstone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something red I think lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29, Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite number? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 + 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31, Who's the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RAC operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32, Any plans today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Buy Sims 3 Ambitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34, Biggest annoyance in your life right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many things needing money spent on them. Rego due, Speeding fine due, Car need fixing, camera need paying off.... *sigh* The car is a big one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35, Last song listened to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I...Dont....Know.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a maid service clean your house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont see the point when Im home all day I can easierly do it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38, Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39, Are you jealous of anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt say jealous...Envious maybe lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40, Is anyone jealous of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Im just so damn good hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41, Do you love anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42, Do any of your friends have children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43, What do you usually do during the day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots... Yet nothing haha...No, these days I do alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44, Do you hate anyone that you know right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but I dont let it get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45, Do you use the word 'hello' daily? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46, What color is your car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH I could of swore that said bra! I only saw it didnt when I read Mish's answers... Its white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47, Do you like cats? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm Yes... But Im allergic to their hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49, Have you ever been to Six Flags? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50, How did you get your worst scar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotweiller bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51, last cigarette? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 4 years ago... I was drunk lol I do stupid things while drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52, last CD played? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Not sure sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53, last BUBBLE bath? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGES ago..I had it with my first son before the second was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54, last time you cried? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day When Carson died on Star Gate Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54, last meal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malabu Chicken last night at Sizzler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55, have you ever liked someone twice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm??? I dont think I have ever stopped liking someone I liked... But just different like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56, have you ever kissed someone &amp;amp; regreted it?: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57, have you ever fallen in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58, you ever lost someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm My pop died when I was like 5?? Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59, have you ever slept until 1pm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60, Have you ever been drunk and threw up ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty..In my younger days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61, list FIVE people you can tell pretty much anything to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, Bones, Both my children (so thats 2 more lol) My step mum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62, list THREE favorite colors/shades — &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, purple, blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63, Laughed until you cried: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its been a while now. I have laughing fits and cant breathe so I try not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64, Went behind your parents back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65, Your last kiss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does kissing my kids good morning count? if so about 20 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66, Gay Marriage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What abotu it? It shoudl be legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67, Lowering the drinking age? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about RASING it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68, Straight, Gay, or Bi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe in the terms. You love who you love, why lable it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69, Who are the best huggers that you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70, Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Is there something you want to tell someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont WANT to tell someone something lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72, What brand of shirt are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73, Would you kiss anyone on your top friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74, How many kids do you want to have? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either a girl...or 4... So if I dont have a girl by number 4 I will stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75, Do you want to change your name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76, Last time you saw your father? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77, What time did you wake up today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76, how old are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79, What were you doing at midnight last night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping... think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80, What is your favorite thing in your room? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed...Unless Matt is in there then he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81, Where is your best friend right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4447346761781980365?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4447346761781980365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4447346761781980365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4447346761781980365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4447346761781980365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/81-things-about-me-post-87.html' title='81 Things about me - Post #87'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3150125125018629507</id><published>2010-06-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:26:24.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Australian Meme-Post #86.</title><content type='html'>Below are a list of Australian things to do? I guess lol The bolded are the ones I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Heard a kookaburra in person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Seen a koala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Melbourne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a summer thunderstorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Worn a pair of thongs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Uluru (Ayer's Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Visited Cape York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a snake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang along with Khe San. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Drank VB. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Sydney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Have seen a shark. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Have used Aussie (and NZ) slang naturally in a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Had an actual conversation with an indigenous Australian (Aboriginal).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Eaten hot chips from the bag at the beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked/climbed over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Used an outside dunny, and checked under the seat before sitting down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen Chloe in Young &amp;amp; Jackson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train or bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Been to Sydney's Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Have gone bush-bashing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sickie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Been to see a game of Aussie Rules football. I'm sure juniors counts :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have seen wild camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Done a Tim Tam Slam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Ridden in a tram in Melbourne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Been at an ANZAC day Dawn Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Held a wombat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a roadtrip of 800km or more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen the Great Australian Bight in person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Had a really bad sunburn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Visited an Aboriginal community.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Seen a redback spider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have watched Paul Hogan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen Blue Poles in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Wandered barefoot in the bush/outback. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Eaten Vegemite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Thrown a boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen the Kimberleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Given a hitch-hiker a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Been to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have tried Lemon, Lime and Bitters. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Tried playing a didgeridoo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Seen dinosaur footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Eaten Tim Tams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Been to Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Touched a kangaroo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Visted the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Listened to Kevin Bloody Wilson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Killed a Cane Toad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theatre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have read and own books by Australian authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Know the story behind "Eternity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Been camping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Been in an outback pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Know what the term "Waltzing Matilda" actually means.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Listened to Slim Dusty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Own five or more Australian movies or TV series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Sang along to Down Under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Have stopped specifically to look at an historic marker by the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Eaten a 4'n'20 pie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Surfed at Bondi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Watched the cricket on Boxing Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited Hobart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten kangaroo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Seen a quokka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Visited Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Visited rainforests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Used a Victa lawnmower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Travelled on a tram in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Used a Hills hoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Visited Kata Tjuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Used native Australian plants in cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Visited the snow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Chosen a side in Holden VS Ford.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Visited the desert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Been water skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Read The Phantom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Visited Parliament House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Gone spotlighting or pig-shooting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Crossed the Nullarbor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Avoided swimming in areas because of crocodiles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Listened to AC/DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Called someone a dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Voted in a Federal Election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Have been swimming and stayed between the flags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Had a possum in your roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Visited the outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Travelled over corrugated roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Hit a kangaroo while driving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Been well outside any mobile phone coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Seen an emu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Have woken to the smell of bushfires. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Subscribed to RRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Patted a pure-bred dingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Seen the Oils live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3150125125018629507?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3150125125018629507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3150125125018629507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3150125125018629507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3150125125018629507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/australian-meme-post-86.html' title='Australian Meme-Post #86.'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5406574864293821186</id><published>2010-06-01T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:26:25.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Coming give away</title><content type='html'>Well to celebrate my move over to my own server and domain, I will be having a give-away at 100 posts. That means after this one, 15 more posts!! I have my dear friend over at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=100837836631399&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Mischa's Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; making (or already made?) something for me to use, as to what it is...Well your just going to have to wait and see. Follow the link though and check out what other things she has already made for others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TAUWxem_PzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/run8TT-8vNE/s1600/DSCF5332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TAUWxem_PzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/run8TT-8vNE/s320/DSCF5332.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recieved a package today from her accually, it was the library bag I ordered for my son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So you better get commenting on my blog lol Or I will get upset and not do it haha JOKES! The more the merrier, so add me on your blog roll and remember to read and comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will post a picture of whats up for grabs soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5406574864293821186?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5406574864293821186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5406574864293821186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5406574864293821186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5406574864293821186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-coming-give-away.html' title='Up Coming give away'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/TAUWxem_PzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/run8TT-8vNE/s72-c/DSCF5332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8121430706823932724</id><published>2010-06-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:48:04.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo La La</title><content type='html'>I have created a blog layout! *dum dum dee dum* Its not as I would of liked it to turn out but I tried my hardest and she was happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;Im new to creating graphics so its all a learning curve for me.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out over at &lt;a href="http://mischaswonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;A place of meaningless rambles &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8121430706823932724?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8121430706823932724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8121430706823932724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8121430706823932724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8121430706823932724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/oooo-la-la.html' title='Oooo La La'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8230557673567926828</id><published>2010-06-01T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:44:43.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>Post # 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that after years of trying to find a hobby that interest me, I now gave so many of them I dont know what to do! I finally have a sewing machine, although years old, I still havent gotten around to even looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;I have knitting which I did a learners band of, got a few holes of course. Just need to learn some more now.&lt;br /&gt;I have my plants, trial and error though they are still alive.... Thats suprised me enough lol&lt;br /&gt;I have been practising making blog layouts and simple images. Interesting to say the least. Been playing around with the pen tool. &lt;br /&gt;Like always I have my dvds that I like to watch with ny partner.... My son also loves to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;Im also creating things for my son and his teachings. As you have seen in my blog. I have a few projects going with that.&lt;br /&gt;My children and the house work keeps me busy too of course. Little one is clingy, so hace to do the work while he is either asleep or pre ocupied which both never last long (except sleep at night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went from bored and nothing to do, to bored because I have way to many things I want to do so end up doing nothing! hahahahaha No, thats not true, not bored any more thats for sure. I jsut cant think what to do out of all these things. I normally chose the computer because Im normally always here, however I can watch tv/movie and knit or do one of the projects I have for my son at the same time. Sewing will be for when the kids go to bed (1930) so I would have plenty of time for that.&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks we have been watching StarGate Atlantis, so I have been taking my knitting or crafts down to the lounge to do while watching. We have 2 more sessons of that to watch and hopefully Universe will be out by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO!!! Before I forget to add, the Sims 3 Ambitions will be out this month (June)...Im hearing June 3 *fingers crossed* Not sure though so will have to wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak peak at what the new things will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gametrailers.com/video/e3-2010-the-sims-3/100639"&gt;http://www.gametrailers.com/video/e3-2010-the-sims-3/100639&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•For the first time ever, you control your Sim’s actions and interactions while they’re on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Be a hero or mess with the neighbors as a firefighter, private investigator, doctor, ghost hunter, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Choose how your Sim’s career progresses—will they work for good or evil, pursue creative endeavors, rise to success as a mogul, or shirk responsibility as a slacker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Your Sim’s on-the-job choices now change their town and affect other Sims as well. Modify the town’s structure as an architect or set neighborhood fashions as a stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Enjoy all-new skills and activities! Master the arts of inventing, sculpting, and tattooing, and use your skills to earn Simoleons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8230557673567926828?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8230557673567926828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8230557673567926828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8230557673567926828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8230557673567926828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1700974657235146073</id><published>2010-05-28T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:26:39.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Little Ducks and mumma duck too</title><content type='html'>Well today I made a felt story/song. 5 Little Ducks. You know the song right? &lt;br /&gt;Five little ducks&lt;br /&gt;Went out one day&lt;br /&gt;Over the hill and far away&lt;br /&gt;Mother duck said&lt;br /&gt;"Quack, quack, quack, quack."&lt;br /&gt;But only four little ducks came back.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Nothing special but home made and made with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9fcrf41FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUbdTm35BGs/s1600/DSCF5305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9fcrf41FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUbdTm35BGs/s320/DSCF5305.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9fiRyPkdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mihc4WB2R2c/s1600/DSCF5308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9fiRyPkdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mihc4WB2R2c/s320/DSCF5308.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9foPoBBFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/C1DjmwsyP10/s1600/DSCF5312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9foPoBBFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/C1DjmwsyP10/s320/DSCF5312.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/7548801272775637513-1700974657235146073?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1700974657235146073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1700974657235146073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1700974657235146073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1700974657235146073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-little-ducks-and-mumma-duck-too.html' title='5 Little Ducks and mumma duck too'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_9fcrf41FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUbdTm35BGs/s72-c/DSCF5305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-100854830562905375</id><published>2010-05-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:50:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to for a long time make a felt story for my son, the title for my first story was always going to be The very Hungry Caterpillar. Im sure everyone already knows what Im talking about but for those who dont, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Very_Hungry_Caterpillar"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to wikipedia for your enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hunted around until I found the pictures I liked and pinted them out, then coloured them in...Just trying to save my colour ink *blush*. Cutted them out then laminated them and one again cutting around the image. I was thinking that if I ever want to make them for the felt board I could put a strip of velcro on the back of them, or even a magnet to use as a magnet!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_53y5mv5dI/AAAAAAAAAME/7stK-c-euIY/s1600/DSCF5298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_53y5mv5dI/AAAAAAAAAME/7stK-c-euIY/s320/DSCF5298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_534tfctmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y4Ix3KRNzIQ/s1600/DSCF5301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_534tfctmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y4Ix3KRNzIQ/s320/DSCF5301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_53-N-ar3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/onMDYkmxCyo/s1600/DSCF5302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_53-N-ar3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/onMDYkmxCyo/s320/DSCF5302.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/7548801272775637513-100854830562905375?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/100854830562905375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=100854830562905375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/100854830562905375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/100854830562905375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-hungry-caterpillar.html' title='The Very Hungry Caterpillar'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_53y5mv5dI/AAAAAAAAAME/7stK-c-euIY/s72-c/DSCF5298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3500216235836682669</id><published>2010-05-21T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:46:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of things to do</title><content type='html'>Well I cant think of as many things as I thought I had but I'm sure I will add more later. For now though, here is the list I have come up with last night. In no order of priority though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write out next months menu plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write out list of home made snacks to print out and stick up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize&amp;nbsp;toy room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish planting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up back yard (or more to the point the stupid dogs poo seeing as mum wont do her job)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find cheap storage ideas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy domain and hosting for new blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write out first 5 blog posts (or at least the ideas) including launching competition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of unneeded junk *cry*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The menu plan I will need by either tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on when I go shopping. The rest I'm not in a hurry to do really...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a meme to use on days I have nothing to blog about lol. Oh turns out that I don't need a menu plan for another 2 weeks woot woot! So just need to write up the shopping list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3500216235836682669?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3500216235836682669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3500216235836682669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3500216235836682669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3500216235836682669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/list-of-things-to-do.html' title='List of things to do'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-100295410804441072</id><published>2010-05-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:54:41.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well lately I have not been able to focus on much of anything really. I know I have never been able to stay on one task at a time and say, if I start cleaning a cupboard before I even finish that I will have re-organized a bedroom, alphabetize the books and sorted through a stack of paper work before I even remember about the small kitchen cupboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;However lately it has been worse, a lot worse. Now, I know I have suffered from depression for many many years. I found out not long ago though, that I also suffered anxiety...I thought it was just me not being the best in social situations... I'm very grateful to have a name for it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;About a month back though I had a bit of a break down. It took about 2 or so weeks to get to the full capacity. It was a horrible time and I'm lucky to have made it out still engaged, unharmed and moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am really needing to get to a doctor about this. I didn't want to go back on anti depressants however I don't seem to be as strong as I thought I was and I'm afraid that if I suffer another one of these break downs, I wont make it out so easy this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today I was thinking to myself about how nothing seems to be getting done around here and the place is looking horrible (though I have seen worse) I cant relax when the house is looking like a bomb so that is just adding to my stress levels. I was thinking how I have&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; many projects I want to get done around here, but like always I'm getting side tracked and end up doing nothing! &lt;/div&gt;So, I have decided I need a list. I'm thinking it should keep me on track, and make sure I finish whatever it is I'm doing. The problem is though I cant even remember what half of those things are I'm wanting to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Below are some before and after picture of my time tonight, I just did a quick clean up. Put head phones and and danced and sung like no one was home...My poor dear fiance. Our vacuum cleaner is busted at the moment...Well I need a new filter because this one has had it big time! So I swept the carpet the best I could.&amp;nbsp;The dishes are waiting until tomorrow because there is only a small amount needing doing (and no, we don't own a dish washer unless you mean me :P ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDbt8U3MI/AAAAAAAAALs/CJrt-iLGHpc/s1600/bedbefore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDbt8U3MI/AAAAAAAAALs/CJrt-iLGHpc/s200/bedbefore.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDDWGSN1I/AAAAAAAAALo/OtYmp4CW-VE/s1600/bedafter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDDWGSN1I/AAAAAAAAALo/OtYmp4CW-VE/s200/bedafter.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes needed folding and putting away. Plus 2 more loads needed washing. So the loads were washed, dyer or hanging. Ours were folded and put away and the kids are to be put away in the morning after they wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDyaRtWuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BhcbbdalX14/s1600/tablebefore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDyaRtWuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BhcbbdalX14/s200/tablebefore.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDssnyXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XbfkWjAdWlQ/s1600/tableafter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDssnyXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XbfkWjAdWlQ/s200/tableafter.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was cluttered in drawing things, so that was cleaned up and straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDnIoEBYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3gur1jLWLv4/s1600/loungbefore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDnIoEBYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3gur1jLWLv4/s200/loungbefore.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDhiwb2kI/AAAAAAAAALw/sfv0nMaSZGA/s1600/loungafter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDhiwb2kI/AAAAAAAAALw/sfv0nMaSZGA/s200/loungafter.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lounge room was a mess, so toys put away, books stacked and everything else tidied nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VD4AJ7E4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fal8wUiI7XY/s1600/toyroom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VD4AJ7E4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fal8wUiI7XY/s320/toyroom.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the toy room. I'm leaving that for a later date because I'm wanting to get some shelving in here to organize it a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-100295410804441072?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/100295410804441072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=100295410804441072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/100295410804441072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/100295410804441072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/lack-of-focus.html' title='Lack of focus'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_VDbt8U3MI/AAAAAAAAALs/CJrt-iLGHpc/s72-c/bedbefore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4342586173287482712</id><published>2010-05-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:11:46.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of blog..</title><content type='html'>I would love to have a proper blog where I stick to a topic of interest... So Im thinking of turing this into something like that. Im pretty damn good at running a family and a household, so Im thinking that will be my topic. Meal planning, budgeting, time managment, baking etc etc... I will try.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get an idea of how to do this kind of blog. I might also get my own domain just for a blog if I think its going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4342586173287482712?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4342586173287482712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4342586173287482712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4342586173287482712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4342586173287482712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-of-blog.html' title='Change of blog..'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-305064534861120522</id><published>2010-05-18T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:46:19.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangarooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_I3rXsLqVI/AAAAAAAAALk/--j4K5tbBH4/s1600/DSCF5188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_I3rXsLqVI/AAAAAAAAALk/--j4K5tbBH4/s400/DSCF5188.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&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/7548801272775637513-305064534861120522?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/305064534861120522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=305064534861120522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/305064534861120522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/305064534861120522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/kangarooooooo.html' title='Kangarooooooo'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S_I3rXsLqVI/AAAAAAAAALk/--j4K5tbBH4/s72-c/DSCF5188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8250187751995218409</id><published>2010-05-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:48:09.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Speed Dating Meme</title><content type='html'>1. What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont have one lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Jackson home with him next to me &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the longest you've gone without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long haha Maybe 24 hours... Probably not that long though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite Barry Manilow song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even know who that is lol Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's your favorite Muppet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? Dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working on not speeding..Will be proud of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google lmao. I dont have a favorite...I go on alot of different sites. Sims 3 related stuff, gardening, recipes, crafts etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favorite school supply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo Thats a tough one...I love supplies lol... I would have to say exercise books. I love note pads/books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who's your favorite TV attorney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law and Order lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have to of been when we moved back to Perth from Bendigo. Oh wait...No thats right. So about 2065 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or junk shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont accually go to places like that to shop. I did get a Tonka truck for $7 from the market which Im proud of lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you on September 11, 2001?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the planes thing? I was in bed then woke up very [issed off that my morning cartoons werent on that morning due to all the news on lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your favorite tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frangi pani? Well my favorite flower from a tree. But I like big fat shady trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most interesting biography you've read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't read any yet.. I plan to though for my list of 101 things to do so if anyonw has anything interesting I would love to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you order when you eat Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm had it the other night and I asked for satay beef and sweet and sour pork. Dont forget special fried lice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the best costume you've ever worn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French maid? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your least favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Zit' and really anything medical term lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuum What states? lol I dont know them lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's your favorite bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very painful chest and feel like Im going to die... I have an explainaion kinda though... I took a tablet as told and it got stuck or something but that was... Like 3 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to see the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you have for lunch yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles probablly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where do you go for advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet... Though even BH got rid of me now so thats kinda screwed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but thats another thing (scuba diving) I want to do on my 101 list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8250187751995218409?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8250187751995218409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8250187751995218409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8250187751995218409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8250187751995218409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday-stealing-speed-dating-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Speed Dating Meme'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4947460721208784611</id><published>2010-05-10T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:27:57.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>I cant do it! I cant think of something to do with UP for a whole month! Give me something better then UP!!! How about up my mouth? Im going to emergency dental tomorrow to see why the hell my tooth is hurting so freakin badly :( So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just cant find somethign to blog about EVERY day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4947460721208784611?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4947460721208784611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4947460721208784611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4947460721208784611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4947460721208784611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4136135028974486415</id><published>2010-05-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:41:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP....YOURS!</title><content type='html'>I was out food shopping today with my mum and little bubba, and we were taking the trolley back to the car. As we were coming to the road there wer two cars coming so I stopped, one passed and just parked on the side. When the second passed we started to cross. I was trying to go around the speed hump as Seb was sleeping and didnt want to disturb him but mum just pushed straight over the hump. So I said to her "Goh, just go over the hump why dontcha" then gave a little "ha". Well the guy driving the second car stopped and shouted out "What did ya say? You F***in Whore!" Then the female passanger said something but I didnt catch that. My mum was like "HUH?" and Im like *shrug* "ug" (lol) &lt;br /&gt;How about "Shut the F*** up you bogan wanker and check your facts before you run your filthy mouth off!" lol He had 2 young children in the car (young as in around 3-5)&lt;br /&gt;What a toss pot! I mean seriously what kind of example do they want to set for their children? Shouting stuff out their car window AND being in the wrong about it! haha &lt;br /&gt;I was jokign to my mum saying "He said it like it was in insult, calling me a whore!" lol Its not an insult if its true haha. Well I used to be a ... whore...If you wish, however a whore is much smarter as they get paid. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was scared I would see him again coz we had to go back in the center. They would of ganked me or something :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4136135028974486415?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4136135028974486415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4136135028974486415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4136135028974486415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4136135028974486415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/upyours.html' title='UP....YOURS!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3632890902895949667</id><published>2010-05-08T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:27:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It!</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to post lol Though I have no idea what Im meant to post about...The Look Up has changed to just Up...Might make it easier. Up is the oposite to down after all.&lt;br /&gt;I think your mouth is pretty up...So Im going to blog about my sons mouth! TMI but his poos have been very soft lately so I jsut checked to see if he has been teething and, what do ya know!? He has a new tooth! He has never been a bad teether, never whingy or sick with it. Its strange though, normally he gets at least 2 at a time sometimes 4 but this time only the one that I could see. So we have 3 more to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;He is toilet training at the moment, when we started he was doing great but then went through something of not wanting to poo on the toilet. So I put him back in nappies and I dont think he liked that because he now is back going to the toilet really well. Even with a belly ache he remembers to hold it until he is on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of my little man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3632890902895949667?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3632890902895949667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3632890902895949667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3632890902895949667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3632890902895949667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-it.html' title='Damn It!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5623999092494727834</id><published>2010-05-06T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:09:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more fat talk please</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKPaxD61lwo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKPaxD61lwo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="550" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5623999092494727834?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5623999092494727834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5623999092494727834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5623999092494727834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5623999092494727834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-more-fat-talk-please.html' title='No more fat talk please'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4863440083911462208</id><published>2010-05-06T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:40:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Goals in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>I have started a new list of goals to complete seeing as my priorities and situation has changed since starting my first.&lt;br /&gt;My 'Look up" theme is defiantly something to do here. I get to look up to the future in completing these tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://101-grueling-goals.blogspot.com/"&gt;101 Grueling Goals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things as simple as play mini golf to big things like go scuba diving and start my own business. I'm really looking forward in doing these, it gives me something to look forward to. Makes me feel like I'm completing things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4863440083911462208?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4863440083911462208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4863440083911462208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4863440083911462208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4863440083911462208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-goals-in-1001-days.html' title='101 Goals in 1001 Days'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-7246990857968054596</id><published>2010-05-05T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:12:02.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>I'm attempting to create my own layout.... Taking me a while. I cant see to get the images to do what I want them to do in the layout itself. poo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there, so sorry for any crazy layout happenings if you read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-7246990857968054596?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7246990857968054596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=7246990857968054596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7246990857968054596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7246990857968054596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4546846395375846188</id><published>2010-05-05T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:21:26.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a shot from Australia Day 2010. Love this shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467574340306141218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S-C55OD9ACI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YbFncI2pDbo/s320/DSCF4184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4546846395375846188?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4546846395375846188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4546846395375846188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4546846395375846188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4546846395375846188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fire-works.html' title='Fire works'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S-C55OD9ACI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YbFncI2pDbo/s72-c/DSCF4184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1044596275137105983</id><published>2010-05-03T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:24:40.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little simmies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S97ADNJdzBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a0zKbeWrgQI/s1600/Screenshot-181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467018158975863826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S97ADNJdzBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a0zKbeWrgQI/s320/Screenshot-181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look up my little sims, Im watching you! I saw you cheating on your wife, I saw you father a baby to her. I saw your only and oldest son out of now 6, fall in love with your mistress. I saw him propose and arange a wedding. Trouble is coming to Sim Land, the legacy is about to become a whole lot more fun!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S97AeeKDbqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/obF2p_-76fA/s1600/Screenshot-105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467018627398200994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S97AeeKDbqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/obF2p_-76fA/s320/Screenshot-105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont be afraid, dont panic! I will make sure your lives are as easy as posible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1044596275137105983?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1044596275137105983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1044596275137105983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1044596275137105983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1044596275137105983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-simmies.html' title='Little simmies'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S97ADNJdzBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a0zKbeWrgQI/s72-c/Screenshot-181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-284500762382510536</id><published>2010-05-02T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:00:48.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up...To getting older</title><content type='html'>I realize I dont accually know what Menopause is and seeing as I will one day have to go through this myself I thought I would look it up and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Menopause is the permanent cessation (a ceasing or stopping; discontinuance; pause)of ovarian function occurring some time before the end of the natural lifespan.&lt;/span&gt; The term was originally coined to describe this reproductive change in human females, where the end of fertility is traditionally indicated by the permanent stopping of monthly menstruation or "menses." The word "menopause" literally means the "end of monthly cycles" from the Greek words pausis (cessation) and the word root men from mensis meaning (month).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Menopause is formally medically defined as the time of the last menstrual period in a woman who has not had a hysterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The menopausal transition begins with variation in menstrual cycle length and ends after a woman has experienced 12 months without menstrual bleeding.&lt;/span&gt; The stages of the menopause have been classified according to a woman’s reported bleeding pattern supported by changes in pituitary follicle stimulating hormone levels FSH[1]. Surgical menopause refers to menopause induced by removal of both ovaries prior to natural menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average age of natural menopause (in Australia) is 51.7 years [2], although this varies between individuals. It is not uncommon for women to notice changes in their menstrual cycle length in the years approaching their menopause, or changes in bleeding patterns (bleeding may become lighter or heavier). The perimenopause, which means about the menopause describes the time from which menses become irregular and FSH levels have increased through until 12 months after the last menstrual bleed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the wiki definition of the word. So at least I know now... I do know that my fiance's mum became pregnant about 3 years ago whil going threw menopause. Must of just been the begining. I was looking forward to this time in my life...Though my own mother got a bit depressed about 'being barren' as she put it.  Oh well... I look forward to not bleeding every month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-284500762382510536?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/284500762382510536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=284500762382510536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/284500762382510536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/284500762382510536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-upto-getting-older.html' title='Look Up...To getting older'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2370580934065863543</id><published>2010-05-01T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:22:24.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love FREE delivery!</title><content type='html'>Thats right! Free delivery! My friend last night told me she thinks she is in love with me because I introduced her to this site! &lt;a href="http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/?a_aid=LadyGrace"&gt;The Book Depository &lt;/a&gt;is an awesome book website that has free world wide delivery! The books are soo much cheaper than at your local book shops! My friend looked up a book here in Australia, it would of costed her $34.95 (plus p&amp;amp;h Im guessing)  however I showed her this site and instead of that its costing her $11.87 and FREE delivery. Im sorry, I really love free delivery places it really makes it worth buying from there and taking a little longer in waiting. Considering its from the UK and Im here in Australia I guess I didnt really wait to long (about 10 days).&lt;br /&gt;So if your a book lover head over to &lt;a href="http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/?a_aid=LadyGrace"&gt;thebookdepository.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and pick yourself up a bargin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2370580934065863543?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2370580934065863543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2370580934065863543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2370580934065863543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2370580934065863543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/gotta-love-free-delivery.html' title='Gotta love FREE delivery!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6688056009176706362</id><published>2010-05-01T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:39:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up!</title><content type='html'>Well a pinch and a punch for the first of the month. Look up... I dont know what or whom Im meant to look up to... The sky? A person? Emotions? Well seeing as I have been pretty damn down lately looking up seems like a reasonable thing to do. The weather has turned to shit (bring on winter!!) but whats not to look up for?  Can always go to indoor play centers or the library.&lt;br /&gt;We have a birthday party coming up. His 50th was yesturday (30th April) and we are organizing a movie 60s theme dress up. I really dont want to be involved though, because of who is helping...Im just not in the mood for people.&lt;br /&gt;So, this month of NaBloPoMo is all about Look(ing) Up, so Im going to try. I will post as much as I can but cant promise every day! Look up! You might see the world instead of just feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6688056009176706362?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6688056009176706362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6688056009176706362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6688056009176706362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6688056009176706362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-up.html' title='Look Up!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4066889987769856215</id><published>2010-04-20T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:11:57.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update.</title><content type='html'>Well alot has happened since my last update... Ok well maybe not ALOT but enough.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son is 2 this coming Saturday (24th). We have a baby now, Sebastian, who was born 29th January. My partner is back at TAFE studing and as always addicted to WoW, which Im going to burn one of these days. Still living at home which is slowly but surely driving me insane however with both of us not working we cant afford to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is stupid (not that its hard to see) because her stupid arse dog is limping and can hardly move and she wont even take it to the vet. "Its only arthritis, she will be ok" meanwhile she is in pain but its OK! *sigh* Stupid bitch, she doesnt deserve a dog. I tried to talk her into rehoming the dog but she wouldnt hear it. I said that seeing as when we move out she will need ot get a second job to afford to live, and I will need to get a job if we move out, how about we rehome the dog and we stay here. I cant stay here if the dog is here because my son wants to go play out back and she is a pitbull and tries to attack Morgan through the glass door. Oh but my mum came up with a brilliant plan of fencing off the side of the house to put the dog down...So she is wanting to fence off an already fenced off dog who never gets to go for walks. I wish there was someone I can ring to make a complaint too. the dog isnt looked after. I guess though I only care for selfish reasons like wanting to stay here and being able the back yard. And why not? We are the ones looking after the back yard. She let her brand new laid grass to die! She doesnt care for the hosue but as soon as something goes wrong she blames us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to see a doctor about going on anti depressants because my fiance is driving me nuts and I need to have a straight head before I go do something big like leave him. I need to know its what I want and not what my messed up head is telling me to do. The way things are going though, its not my messed up head, its just me seeing things clearer. He just doesnt seem to notice ... no no... He doesnt seem to CARE that I want to spend time with him as a family. Not him with head phones on and me having to wait until his mates have finished talking to him before I can say something. I want him to play with his sons, not when he HAS to but when he WANTS to. At the moment its only when I need him to help out, he never offers to do things, he always needs to be told to do things. He is wasting money soo much and thats annoying me. We have none to mess around with but he is too lazy to make his own lunch to take with him and will expect me to make it. Everything is driving me nuts and I would much rather be the single mother to 2 kids, than be engaged to a third child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some help and I have no one to turn to. No one I can trust. Even writing this on here is a problem waiting to happen. Dont put things in writing if you dont want them being repeated... But maybe I do want them being repeated and being heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4066889987769856215?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4066889987769856215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4066889987769856215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4066889987769856215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4066889987769856215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update.'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3829071111037524182</id><published>2009-11-25T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:45:39.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad things happen to good people</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just found out something horrible that had happened to a dear family friend. This boy is my age, so only 23 years old. Im not sure how long ago now but a few years back he was in a car accident that almost took his life and left his face physically deformed and scarred. Like that wouldnt be bad enough for the guy. This is what I foudn out today.&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago he was headed home after a night out with the boys down the pub, he was drunk and being the great person he is he used common sense and walked home. An older guy (not sure what age but older than middle aged and obviously not crippled with age) pulled up next to him along the road and offered him a lift home. This man apprently wasn't a complete stranger, he had known him from around the place, seeing him here or there. So being the trusting soul my friend is he gladly accepted the lift home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing my friend finds he has been taken to a secluded park and this older man is trying to take advantage of his drunken state. So this sends my friend off in a drunken frenzy to try and protect himself (I think drunk or not he was in his right to defend himself). Did a good number on the guy may I add, however I still believe he was in his right to protect himself.&lt;br /&gt;So off home my friend goes (Im sure now a bit more sobber than before) and tells his dad what has happened. His dad comforts him and tells him he will be fine and did the right thing, Little do they know they should of gone straight to the police.&lt;br /&gt;Eight months later there is a knock at the door. My friend gets charged with assualt and robbery. The man claimed that my friend stole his wallet and beat him up, so it must of taken time to sentce him as he was sentenced to 16 months prision and was put away September 2008. He is due out 23rd of December 2009. (I know thats 14 months lol) He has also been hit with 60 grand of compo from the guy so if he ever came into any money it will be gone in a flash. In that time of nothingness, he had a baby boy with his girlfriend and THATS a whole other sad story for him I wont get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just sad. I have known this family my intire life and I know what a great guy he is. They had been keeping it a secret from their whole family and it took alot of prying for my mum to get ths info out of her friend. I think maybe they are ashamed of it, I dont see why everyone who knows them knows what kind of people they are and know they are gental souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sending out my love to them and hope they recover from this horrible event. XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3829071111037524182?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3829071111037524182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3829071111037524182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3829071111037524182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3829071111037524182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-things-happen-to-good-people.html' title='Bad things happen to good people'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4651930341828609323</id><published>2009-11-12T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:08:08.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;With Christmas getting closer I have taken shots of my little man in his santa outfit, it was a little snug but they didnt have one the next size up! Im planning on putting them on or in the Xmas cards this year!! I had to cheat and put him in his chair for him to let me take a photo but hid the strap well I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SvvsANfjgrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QIKTEKhQOY4/s1600-h/DSCF4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171666327208626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SvvsANfjgrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QIKTEKhQOY4/s320/DSCF4070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SvvsAjP9lhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DuJzeRSjfA4/s1600-h/DSCF4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171672167388690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SvvsAjP9lhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DuJzeRSjfA4/s320/DSCF4073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7548801272775637513-4651930341828609323?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4651930341828609323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4651930341828609323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4651930341828609323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4651930341828609323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-shot.html' title='Christmas shot!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SvvsANfjgrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QIKTEKhQOY4/s72-c/DSCF4070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3371022085445127798</id><published>2009-11-02T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:09:19.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first sewing project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On a parenting forum (BubHub) I am in the January expecting group, we recently had a secret baby shower gift exchange. I went to alot of trouble in making mine, I forgot to take a photo of the card I made but I did take one (or a few more) of the bib and spew rag I made. The girl I was buying for wanted something punkish or just 'different' so I had a few things in mind but left it a bit to late to do what I accually wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the picture of what I made. I really hope she likes it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Su7LuM4awaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRCLgCftJps/s1600-h/bibnrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399476997856084386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Su7LuM4awaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRCLgCftJps/s320/bibnrag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3371022085445127798?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3371022085445127798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3371022085445127798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3371022085445127798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3371022085445127798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-sewing-project.html' title='My first sewing project'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Su7LuM4awaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRCLgCftJps/s72-c/bibnrag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8320706708291806400</id><published>2009-09-21T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:49:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors!</title><content type='html'>Not much to report on sorry...Morgan got Tonsillitis...Well the first two doctors said it was, then I had to go back to another doctor (will explain) and he said it probably wasnt even Tonsillitis but more than likely Strep (??) So first doctor gave him Amoxcillin (I think thats it) to help him, even though the first doctor didnt want to give him anything. After 5 days of him being on that I got to stop. Then the next day he woke up covered in spots!! Took him to see a new doctor at the clinic and he was angry that the other one gave him that stuff.  He explains that it probably wasnt Tonsillitis but Strep and that should of been treated 'the old fashion way' however that is. He also explains that the rash probably isnt a true allergic reaction but a side effect from the medicine and most people who say they are allergic to 'penicillin' arent really, they have just had the reaction to that drug. So it got me wondering if I truly am or not, because it was the same stuff I gave to my son that gave me a break out like his as well.&lt;br /&gt;I took him to get blood work done just ot make sure and need to wait for that to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out we are having another boy! A little disapointed but as long as its healthy I will be happy. Plenty of time to try again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I cant be bothered writing much more today. I have an appointment to get to and I need a shower lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8320706708291806400?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8320706708291806400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8320706708291806400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8320706708291806400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8320706708291806400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctors.html' title='Doctors!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1093004928567599515</id><published>2009-08-21T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:41:53.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Oh Im so sorry I havent been posting on my blog or commenting on others for a while. Every time I go to do it I groan and just cant be bothered. Accualy I havent been bothered to do anything lately. I have been very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 6 more days to go until I have my 19 week scan, I will be finding out what we are having. I thought I was only 17 weeks this week but when I rang up to make an appointment the nurse told me I was 18! So thats pretty cool. Lucky I rang when I did, my doctor told me to wait 3 more weeks before I make an appointment because she said I should wait until just after 20 weeks, well I rang and they said to come in next week! Im feeling alot of movement, started much earlier than Morgan.. Well about 3-4 weeks lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for a while and couldnt keep anything down, not even water. I didnt eat for two days and then went to the doctors about it. He said I was dehydrated (well DER I hadnt drank anything for 2 days) so I got hooked up to a drip so get fluid into me. I hate those things they make me so cold. He tried both hands first and couldnt get it in hahahaha. Then pocked twice at my arm finally getting it in. I bled on the floor!  My hands have only just like yesterday healed the bruises from that. I also got sickness tablets to stop me throwing up...Didnt do much good, I still couldnt eat properlly lol. The next day I tried to eat dry biskuit, and I chocked that down. So I had that one, then the next day I tried fruit loops and managed a small bowl. So on day 5 I managed to have a bowl of fruit loops and a crumpet lol. It took me a good week to get over it because I hadnt eaten and was very weak and couldnt see from being dizy and foodless. I was stressing over the baby but maybe that why I got so sick because it was taking all it needed and leaving me with nothing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent started scrapbooking today, Im not sure if Im meant to print the pictures on photo paper or just plain paper ???? I have been advoiding it, although I woudl love to do it as a hobby, I just get frustrated with stuff like that because I can never get it the way I want it. I will try though, I want to do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just got back from Bali at the begining of the month, she hated it hahaha. I know I wouldnt like to go there and mum agrees with me. She brought lots of goodies though, I like pressents. Speaking of pressents I told my darling at least now he doesnt have an excuss as to not knowing what to buy me for birthdays and Xmas, I have a hobby now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be a few busy weekends to come. Thats good in a way but somethings I dont accually want to do lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well it was just a quick update. I promise I will get around to commenting on your blogs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1093004928567599515?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1093004928567599515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1093004928567599515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1093004928567599515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1093004928567599515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-7934919885104062624</id><published>2009-07-31T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:55:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan%20Neil/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF3752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blocks 1" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan%20Neil/DSCF3752.jpg" width="292" height="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan%20Neil/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF3753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blocks 2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan%20Neil/DSCF3753.jpg" width="292" height="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan building with his blocks. We think he is very clever to be doing this at 15 months but thats only because his cousins cant yet and they are 5 months older lol. He is quite advanced compared to them but they are twins so I dont know how far behind that will put them...Or WHY it would make them behind?? If anyone knows feel free to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been on for a while, thanks for the comments. I had been dieing for Harry Potter to come out and now that it has we have no money to go and watch it lol. Maybe next week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be able to afford a doctors apointment so I can make sure our little peanut is ok, had the 12 week ultra sound about 3 weeks ago but seeing as I coudlnt get it back on medicare I couldnt afford a doctor appointment...Sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry just a quick post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-7934919885104062624?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7934919885104062624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=7934919885104062624' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7934919885104062624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7934919885104062624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/07/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2467798880737411914</id><published>2009-07-18T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:51:14.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ebook is now for sale!</title><content type='html'>Im so excited that I finally finished my ebook!!! Its only cheap to buy because I did it more for something different than to earn money, I hope I get some buyers though lol. Its got ALOT of interesting ideas, along with some instructions and pictures. For ages ranging from baby to school aged children. I will be accepting paypal payments for it or direct deposit into my bank account. Just click the image at the top of the page to email me and we will go from there.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2467798880737411914?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2467798880737411914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2467798880737411914' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2467798880737411914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2467798880737411914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-ebook-is-now-for-sale.html' title='My Ebook is now for sale!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4774001060545035645</id><published>2009-07-12T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:29:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>Its a little hard to see I didnt even know what the video was about until I saw what it was showing!! Very amzing. I went back and paused it for my fiance to see! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="345" name="Metacafe_777544" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/777544/the_last_unicorn_das_letzte_einhorn.swf" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/777544/the_last_unicorn_das_letzte_einhorn/"&gt;The Last Unicorn - Das Letzte Einhorn?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The best home videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4774001060545035645?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4774001060545035645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4774001060545035645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4774001060545035645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4774001060545035645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8779047029802453491</id><published>2009-07-10T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:11:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little bubba Boo</title><content type='html'>We got the 12 week ish scan done today, I was so nervous about this baby not being alive still. I did notice my tummy getting bigger and harder so I did before we went know that it was ok, to see the little thing sqirm around was very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post to show off a picture from the ultra sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Baby number 2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/baby2.jpg" width="500" height="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8779047029802453491?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8779047029802453491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8779047029802453491' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8779047029802453491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8779047029802453491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-little-bubba-boo.html' title='Our little bubba Boo'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-7828701133472363807</id><published>2009-07-06T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:59:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom sucks...</title><content type='html'>I have been so bored lately on the internet, nothing decent to argue about on the parenting forum except the same ol breasting feeding V formula feeding. That gets annoying after a while because there is this breast nazi on there that hates formula feeders and would prefere a mother who is having a mental break down over breast feeding her baby then a happy mother formula feeding. The way I look at it stress kills alot more than fomula feeding kills...If at all.... I said too bad if the mother has a episode and kills her baby and herself because she was unable to deal with the strain of it. There was one girl/lady on there that PMed me to tell me she has been there herself and that if she hadnt of given breastfeeding up she would of hurt herself and baby, however I think she was to afraid to say it in open forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to boredom, I found this kool games website I have been playing for a while. I love that in most games the charaters are little stick figure people! I find it very cute. I have played games from torture chamers and snipers, to a high school detective and puzzle games. I think they are great time wasters if you find ones you like. There is this one game called Magic Pen!!! Oh boy can that be crazy, and Bubble Spinner is a great one too. So if you ever get bored and need some time filled in check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-7828701133472363807?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/7828701133472363807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=7828701133472363807' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7828701133472363807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/7828701133472363807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-sucks.html' title='Boredom sucks...'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3143060725684032854</id><published>2009-06-28T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:42:28.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you know is a lie!</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I was looking one thing or the other up on the net the other night and came across this &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1285345463618889531"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. Its a 2 hour (yes, 2 HOURS) seminar by a man named Llyod Pye. A 63 year old man from Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His time first consisted of how nowaday humans have most deffinitly NOT come from primates. From the 4 pre humans, Homo Habilis, Homo Erectus, Homo Ergaster ( I think, I can never figure this one out), Homo Neanderthalensis, they all stand up on two feet, yes, but thats about it. They have heavy brow ridges, large night vision eyes, broad flat noses, mouths that project off their face, no chins, and very robus bone strucure. Some how though, the Neanderthal's had slightly bigger brains then Sapians. He goes on to say that anthropologists will have you believe that there was a transistion between Neanderthals and Sapians, that they changed into humans. However if this was true, there would be (I think he said) 20,000 years of evolution missing in which it woudl take a Neanderthal to evolve into a Sapian. There just isnt any evidence to prove that, he said that it wasnt a transition but just happened 'over night'.&lt;br /&gt;Llyod Pye goes on to talk about how once the Sapians arrived, we droved the other Homos into hiding. We being much smarter than them, pack hunters and vicious (though one on one they could rip our heads off!!) They went into parts of the world in which Humans can not inhabit because they were much stronger, faster, and more survival instincts than us. Dense forrests and snowy mountains. There are four different 'breeds' of Hominoids, the two main ones Bigfoot/Sasquatch, Abominable snowman/Yeti, also two others that arent as well known - Almas and Agogwes. So he says that these hominoids are the Pre humans, and after listening to him explain it or reading his notes, its hard not to believe him! If your interested in them, you should check out his &lt;a href="http://www.lloydpye.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more info, it very easy to understand and he also has a book out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go to much into it, however he says that the first civalization to come out of the stone age, the Sumerians, had this all written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Planet called Nibiru that is on a large rotation of the galixy and as it passed Earth, back then called Tiamat, coursing it to smash in half. Because of all the water on this planet, and the science of what happens to liquid in space, the earth formed a ball of a planet again. As Nibiru hit it though, it passed on two life forms, in the form of tiny micro organisiams.&lt;br /&gt;Also Nibiru's inhabitants, because of their interllect were distroying their planet (much like we are today) and had to come to Earth to farm for Gold. They needed it to make into a sort of shield against their atmosphere (kind of like the astronauts have on their visors). So after who knows how long of a time they had been farming, they decided they didnt want to do this anymore. They then created us humans from themself, used DNA from them and played around a bit with it. Hence why unlike the ape family (that we apparently came from) we have over 4000 genetic disorders, we were sliced and diced by some scientists as an experiement for them.&lt;br /&gt;He says that this is why humans only use 10% of their brain power, we were created that way so we wouldnt out smart them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they returned, we were left to do what we will. Now we are a huge civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will leave it at that though, if you want to know more check out his &lt;a href="http://www.lloydpye.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; is it truely amazing what he has written.&lt;br /&gt;I ask though, even if you could get the scientific community to admit this is right...You would never get the religious side to believe. For me though, if the people of Nibiru are truely our creators, I would bow down to them as gods because thats what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading and I hope it made sence. I was trying very hard to get it as correct as I could however I get so excited when I type about things like this I tend to get muddled!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3143060725684032854?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3143060725684032854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3143060725684032854' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3143060725684032854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3143060725684032854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-you-know-is-lie.html' title='Everything you know is a lie!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2865320082318149456</id><published>2009-06-19T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:48:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so hated.... lol</title><content type='html'>There was another thread posted lately about 'are you racist?' I answered the poll "No, I tolorate everybody as long as they live acceptably" Although I dont like that last bit, I ticked it because it was the closes to my feelings on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;I got shot down so much over my opinions. Some people just never even stopped to think about where I was coming from, they just saw me say the words 'black' and though RACIST! I dont think I said black at a start but you get what I mean. I put the colour out there.... I thought thats the whole point of racisiam though, the colour of peoples skin.... I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have said is that no, Im not racist, I like everyone as much as the next. I had said that the 'abos' (said that way because I hate having to write aboriganies, I dont even think thats how you spell it but Im not being offensive to use an obriviation...Some thought otherwise) The abo's I knew from a country town were living like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urinating out the front of the local super market (they could just as easy go inside to the toilets)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pooing on the side of the road, or the same building (its the main building)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lieing around drunk out side the shops shouting abuse out to people passing by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trashing the houses given to them by the govenment &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not caring for their children - My fathers neighbour children come to them for food as the parents are either drunk and dont care or been thrown in jail and the family isnt interested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waste the money given to them on grog and cant afford food for the family, again so the children are been looked after by my father and step mum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beat each other up out the front of their houses with logs and whatever else. Throw beer bottles around etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew a guy who wanted to save some money for his wife and him to have a good life. He was beaten and picked on and caleld "coconut boy" He was an abo and purely the fact that he was working and wanted to, they spat on him for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, all this I know for a fact. I have been there and seen it happening. I also know for a fact that alot of the locals have been handed decent jobs and they threw it back in the business face. They had been given cars for transport and trashed them. My father makes a fair bit of money off his neighbours because they trashed their only working car. So they pay my dad to drive them places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now even after I said that, one of the ladies arguing with me more or less completely ignored that post and told me I was uneducated and ignorant. This one one of her posts after my comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;None of the Indigenous people I know have ever been given a car or a house.Some Indigenous people in remote areas were provided with public housing, due to lack of housing, just as we have public housing in the city.Many Indigenous people had no where to live because up untill the early eighties their land was taken and they were forced onto reserves, reserves are mostly put onto the worst land around that no one wants.This lead to many homeless Indigenous people.The biggest problem was Aboriginal people were given cultuarly unacceptable housing, and many had never even lived in ahouse before.&lt;strong&gt;Your lack of understaing on the issues is evident.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I tell her that Im not saying she is wrong in what she is saying, however I tell her that she obviously hasnt seen what I have. For all I know she is talking about the 'native' Australian on the other side of the country. Funny enough, the ones in a place like Perth and the ones that live in the country up north are COMPLETELY different! No better or worse, just different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She seems to be talking about back in the 80s or something. However Im talking about now. Im by no means talking about when white people invaded and all that. Im talking about NOW when all the govenment has been doing is providing the best posible help for them. Up north they got given the same health care, the same job ops, the same chances. Its not anyone elses fault but their ownt they choose not to take them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One women started talking about herself, saying she is a 'wog' her words not mine. SO I asked would she be offended if someone called her a wog. She said YES! I mean, it seems to me its ok for her to call herself one, but for anyone else. I have a african friend, we joke about all the time about our differences. We say its ok she has a big bum and no boobs because shes black and I get the boobs and no bum because Im white. She by no means gets offended by it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they call me racist. I try to say Im not. I say I never said I have a problem with them as a whole, the individuals have flaws, every race have their problems. IE, even white people can act that way. I would just as easy say that they are acting unacceptable. Just because though, I said it against someone not of my colour, its considered racisiam. So after I said we all have our flaws, she says "No, individuals dont have flaws" Now with that comment alone I was like...Umm so everyone is perfect. The druggies, the murders, the theifs... They are all perfect? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think she just wanted to argue with me. I dont see colour when I say something about certain people. I dont like that some chinese groups skin animals alive, doesnt mean Im racist again the chinese because I said that! I was told Im generlizing and thats what makes me racist... So if I say that every Irish person I have met is a drunk (not that there is anythign wrong wtih it) Im being racist against the irish because I said the ones I have met??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I better stop...Its getting me worked up again. This crap has kept me up at night thinking about it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2865320082318149456?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2865320082318149456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2865320082318149456' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2865320082318149456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2865320082318149456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-hated-lol.html' title='I am so hated.... lol'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2562144870487109741</id><published>2009-06-15T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:48:06.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse!!??</title><content type='html'>Im not going to go into this too much, it has coursed such a big argument on an online forum. To what extend is verbal abuse, really abuse??&lt;br /&gt;Do you have 'nicknames' for your children (if you have any) for when they are being naughty? Do you say to them "Stop being a little turdburger"? Or somewhere along those lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to these people if you call your children 'ratbag' 'snothead' 'fairy princess' (for a boy) 'feral' the list goes on. They think this is child abuse! Only because that its not directing the behaviour of the child but putting them down with an insult. I dont see the problem, children over the generations have been getting called names by their parents, with no harm done. I understand there are so called 'better' ways to disapline your children, but honestly, I think most of those women arguing are just finding yet another way to bubble wrap their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are old enough, in high school more than likely, they will be getting name called alot. Im sure worse then just snothead, I dont think 'protecting' our children from silly little words is even in their best interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go into it any more, like I said. I just want others opinions. Im not going to agrue with peoples comments. I just dont see it as abuse. Like I said on the forum, of course if you make your child feel unwanted and useless, then yes that is abuse, but harmless little comments like 'stop acting like a poo bum' isnt going to damage a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2562144870487109741?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2562144870487109741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2562144870487109741' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2562144870487109741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2562144870487109741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse!!??'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1494021075677287244</id><published>2009-06-03T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:51:02.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going crazy!</title><content type='html'>I hate that Australia has to wait until Thursday the 4th of June (tomorrow) for The Sims 3 to come out! Its so unfair!!! I have been going crazy since Monday, I have been going to the forum refreshing continuiously to find new posts, been in the chat room to try get some reviews, been watching movies about it on youtube. I just cant wait!!! I will be down there first thing in the morning tomorrow and straight back again.&lt;br /&gt;I have pre ordered the collectors edition, however I think I will cancell it when I get down there and just buy the normal one. I thought I would get the orgianal Prima guide to the game but turns out its just a 4 page mini booklet of the accual book. I dont really want a plumbob 2mb harddrive thingo, and Im sure soon enough you can download a niffty sports car. So yeah, Im so changing my order, what a rip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news though, turns out Im about.... 5 weeks pregnant give or take a week lol. I have told everyone, including my mum, which was so scary. She tooted and groaned *sigh* Im so excited Morgan is going to be a big brother!! I have already lost my appetite, I did with Morgan, I couldnt eat anything more than a few bites. I try force myself but I would rather a few bites than throw it all up.&lt;br /&gt;The shopping has already begun! Well not really but looking around for what we will need. If its a boy we wont need clothes at least, hoping for a girl though *fingers crossed* There are some great specials on at the moment, too bad we hae no money right now. Thinking of either buying a bassenet or just a porta cot with an attached one. I prefere the porta cot because we can use that for a few years. We will need a new car seat and a new pram, we were getting a new pram anyways so now it gives us a good reason lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, mums concrete is finally getting done!! After two weeks of waiting, first for good weather and then for the supplier. He woke me up at 7:30am and I grunted a hello. So now they are outside the toilet window and I need to pee....I hate when they are out there. Im proud of the colour I picked lol I was hoping it was the one mum wanted and it was, so good guess. Its very dark. He is getting a bobcat in to scoop up the back yard and take the rubbish for us so we can call the grass man and have grass put down soon. Now just got to get rid of the dog and Morgan might have somewhere to play.... Anyone want an american pitbull? lol I think they are illegal here anyway, she doesnt even have a licence for her. The neighbour has an English pitbull, he is as ugly as our dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything but having to wait for my game, is going great. Im super excited and I will be out of action for a few days once I get the sims! Of course I will have to tend to Morgan but apart from that I will be gone. I will be working on auto for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1494021075677287244?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1494021075677287244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1494021075677287244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1494021075677287244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1494021075677287244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4142535183507451781</id><published>2009-05-25T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:00:38.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>Just posting some of my favorite youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a bit longer but its quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-ewvCNguug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-ewvCNguug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4142535183507451781?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4142535183507451781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4142535183507451781' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4142535183507451781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4142535183507451781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/05/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6694461760944409584</id><published>2009-05-17T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:13:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog</title><content type='html'>Just showing some photos off from this weekend when I went to Kings Park for a meet up group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Sg_8ueZqkSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5FPc1xuAGUA/s1600-h/DSCF3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336728351976161362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Sg_eKTJLgFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KSPHP7eBikc/s320/TimRodney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6694461760944409584?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6694461760944409584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6694461760944409584' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6694461760944409584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6694461760944409584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/Sg_8ueZqkSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5FPc1xuAGUA/s72-c/DSCF3361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4025381456011707255</id><published>2009-05-07T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:25:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to look forward to!</title><content type='html'>I have been hanging out for months now for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, to come out. I have watched and re-watched 1-5 with in 2 months about 4 times! Im hanging out so badly for it to arrive! I have only ever once read a Harry Potter book, which will be the next movie out. I watched the trailer and it doesnt look anything like I remember, although it was along time ago I read it. Follow this &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/harrypotterandthehalf-bloodprince/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to watch it yourself, I cant help but get emotional while watching Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am waiting for Sims 3 to come out! This &lt;a href="http://www.thesimsresource.com/articles/sims3"&gt;The Sims 3 : First Preview&lt;/a&gt;, is more than I can handle! However I kept looking and also came across this &lt;a href="http://www.eurogamer.net/articles/live-the-sims-3-interview-tomorrow-blog-entry"&gt;Live The Sims 3 interview&lt;/a&gt;, I could hardly sit still in my chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great new changes coming to Sims 3 include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) No loner individual Lots, player have realtime access to the 'Open World'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) No Loading when changing Lots or families, as the simulator is running for all Sims, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Teenagers sneak out at dusk and can be seen around town acting suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Can buy an empty bookcase and buy books in the game. There are lots of books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Hair includes 4 layers: Roots, Base, Tips, Highlights. You can choose any color to apply to these 4 layers and can be saved as a preset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) You can now choose shoes which will locked to your chosen outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just to name a few awesome new features! I dont know if any reader of mine like the Sims (1 or 2) but Im sure if you are, you will be jumping with me as you read them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4025381456011707255?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4025381456011707255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4025381456011707255' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4025381456011707255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4025381456011707255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-look-forward-to.html' title='So much to look forward to!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4303993918792556272</id><published>2009-05-01T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:13:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Widgets!</title><content type='html'>I have just downloaded the program &lt;a href="http://widgets.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Widgets&lt;/a&gt; and Im totally loving it!! I have a few widgets already and Im looking for more. I find its a great way in enjoy the Vista experience without having to have Vista (as I hate vista...) I loved the idea of the side bar that program had and I have really wanted that but keep my beloved XP. Well done Yahoo! for creating such an awesome program for my computer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4303993918792556272?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4303993918792556272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4303993918792556272' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4303993918792556272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4303993918792556272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/05/yahoo-widgets.html' title='Yahoo Widgets!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4668210756794184446</id><published>2009-04-30T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:46:17.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkage</title><content type='html'>Thought I might start a linkage to places I find interesting or funny. Please check out the following links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html"&gt;http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html"&gt;http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html"&gt;http://www.27bslash6.com/photography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are to the same website, but I picked out a few funny ones. Check the site out while your there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4668210756794184446?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4668210756794184446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4668210756794184446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4668210756794184446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4668210756794184446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/04/linkage.html' title='Linkage'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-727513839522607069</id><published>2009-04-27T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:34:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329177138640603202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SfUKX1XOSEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1XY01rJo6UE/s320/DSCF2622.jpg" /&gt;It was my sons first birthday on April 24, he is such a little man these days. Already a toddler with the tantrums he throws. The weekend before we had a birthday party for him at an indoor play center, invite only and I wasnt going to invite some one I wont name. It was a good day. Some people didnt turn up, for one reason or the other, so we had the important ones over on Morgans birthday for dinner to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit upset at his party beause the photos didnt turn out well because of the camera settings. I got a few good ones but nothing nearly as good as I wanted. I cant wait to get a better camera, a DSLR!!! Just waiting for Rudds payout and I will be spending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SfUK38GGSoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fs3zdZ80f8I/s1600-h/DSCF2641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329177690203638402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SfUK38GGSoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fs3zdZ80f8I/s320/DSCF2641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im a little hung over at the moment so not really in the mood to be thinking but I thought I should get a new post done. I will think of something a little more interesting to write later though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to families last night for a BBQ and a few drinks to welcome someone home again after he has been away for work. I was hanging out with a few younger people then what I am... Though not as bad as Matt hanging out with people half his age and teaching them poker... At least I was supervising 17 year olds drinking. It was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywas enough for now. Have a good day all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-727513839522607069?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/727513839522607069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=727513839522607069' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/727513839522607069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/727513839522607069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-morgan.html' title='Happy Birthday Morgan'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SfUKX1XOSEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1XY01rJo6UE/s72-c/DSCF2622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1783058404514338649</id><published>2009-04-12T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:51:29.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>Wanted to sell!</title><content type='html'>As to complete one of my 101 goals I have a photo for sale! I took it from my back fence :P&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be printed as a 30cm x 40cm, unframed. I am selling it for $60AU, Im hoping this will also cover the postage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WTS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="FOR SALE" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/WTS.jpg" width="500" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of this shot and I hope it goes to a satisfied customor who will frame it and hang it somewhere special. If you are interested in purchasing my first piece please email me by clicking &lt;a href="mailto:emmamcleod@westnet.com.au"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1783058404514338649?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1783058404514338649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1783058404514338649' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1783058404514338649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1783058404514338649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanted-to-sell.html' title='Wanted to sell!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8625403572234851176</id><published>2009-04-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:43:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Centrelink recognises same-sex relationships from 1 July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.centrelink.gov.au/internet/internet.nsf/individuals/same_sex.htm"&gt;Centrelink recognises same-sex relationships from 1 July 2009&lt;/a&gt;: "Centrelink recognises same-sex relationships from 1 July 2009&lt;br /&gt;The Australian Government has introduced wide-ranging reforms that recognise all couples, regardless of the sexual orientation or gender of a partner. The reforms also recognises children living in same-sex families.&lt;br /&gt;From 1 July 2009 changes to legislation will mean that customers who are in a same-sex de facto relationship will be recognised as partnered for Centrelink and Family Assistance Office purposes. All customers who are assessed as being a member of a couple will have their rate of payment calculated in the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone must of heard me all this time when I have been complainging that same sex relationships get away with more money then others. Its about time I say, why should a male and female couple get less then a same sex couple? It was never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next step is that same sex couples will be getting married! Matt disagrees saying because it is a sin, it wont be allowed. I say that this has nothing to do with religion, its to do with the government. They are finally saying same sex couples ARE couples, not just two people living together. How can they now deny their right to marry now that they are saying this? It might be a bit hard to get married in a church, with a priest etc, but it wont stop people having a big beautiful wedding with a celebrant and being surrounded by loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a step up for this sad world we live in. I take my hat off to whom ever made this decision. However I do not think many couples will be coming forward, how many people do you know that are willing to give up an income? I think most people will keep their sexual orientation quiet, not because they are afraid of discrimination, but because they wont want to loose so much money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8625403572234851176?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.centrelink.gov.au/internet/internet.nsf/individuals/same_sex.htm' title='Centrelink recognises same-sex relationships from 1 July 2009'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8625403572234851176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8625403572234851176' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8625403572234851176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8625403572234851176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/04/centrelink-recognises-same-sex.html' title='Centrelink recognises same-sex relationships from 1 July 2009'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6350378271171895928</id><published>2009-03-25T13:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:49:11.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>OOOhh Im so sorry I just havent been posting lately!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what I can tell you that has been happening...&lt;br /&gt;Well Matt and I are going to see &lt;a href="http://www.jimeoin.com/tour.php"&gt;Jimeoin&lt;/a&gt; this weekend, mum is baby sitting so there will be another date to tick off on my 101 list. Plus Matt wants to book tickets to &lt;a href="http://premier.ticketek.com.au/shows/show.aspx?sh=STRASSMA09&amp;amp;searchId=1a74ae76-c2bb-4914-815b-25cdc0c8f1a1"&gt;David Strassman: Ted E's Farewell Tour&lt;/a&gt; in May, so another tick off my 101. Im excited because Matt and I never go on dates and this is two planned, plus what we did for V.day...So good. The Jimeoin one was meant to be a suprise for him but because he WASNT bugging me to find out where we are going, I told him &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to the doctor about me being depressed, I got given anti-depressants. I changed doctors to be closer to home, and I got myself a female doctor. I went today to arrange a refferal to a psycholgist, and she was asking me all these questions lol. I told her I dont like the tablets because ever since taking them (6 weeks now) I have not been able to climax. She asked if I dont like that? umm NO I do NOT like that. It was bad enough not being able to be turned on but now I cant have an orgasim!! So Im stopping the tablets and just going to see a shrink. She has written it down as postnatal depression so I get free sessions! ----HEY unfair, I just rang up and made an appoinment and its not free :O lol They are $155 per 1 hour session but after the rebate which is done there, its $39.95! Thats not free, or cheap :( Oh well I will go and hopefully make some positive changes to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent out for a bunch of free samples a few weeks ago lol I feel so cheap. I got stuff from a pull up for a boy, some weird kind of rusk, adult nappy and pads, tampons, lotions. It was kool receiving mail all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of mail, I wrote to an inmate in Texas a while ago. I went to some site where you can have a inmate as a penpal, I picked a guy on death row. Im still waiting for his reply in the mail. I was looking for a pen pal, I love to write to people and get mail (like I said) but no one likes me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its nearly Morgans first birthday! He is 11 months old, walking around properlly now, has been for about a month. He cant walk in shoes yet though, he is babbling away to himself and others and laughs and thinks its all great. He is really turnign into a little man. I cant wait for another baby!! Im having a Handy Manny theme birthday party for him the weekend before his birthday (coz Matt is working his birthday weekend) at an indoor play centre where adults can play too. Its going to be very expensive to buy the decorations though because Australia hasnt caught up with the Handy Manny craze yet and I have to order from over seas. Plus then I have to pay for the play centre and the food and cake (which Im baking myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHH Im also doing a photography diploma! I have gotten my first assignment, I have done the written but I need to wait for my dad to send me his camera (coz mine sucks) so I can do the practical! Im so excited I have been wanting to do something for a long time and I love photography sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have rambled enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6350378271171895928?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6350378271171895928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6350378271171895928' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6350378271171895928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6350378271171895928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1095918214701524807</id><published>2009-03-09T16:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:39:20.579+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that I hate</title><content type='html'>I hate the terms "gay" "lesbian" "bi" etc. I hate them because I dont see the use in having them in our vocabulary. To me, love is love. It shouldnt matter WHO you love, as long as you do love. What does it matter if you love a person of the same gender? In Australia, you are considered single unless you are in a male/female relationship. So if you are gay, you will be on a single pension if you have a boyfriend, but a couples pension if you are with a female. I HATE that! I hate that people say "I hear *such n such* swings both ways" BIG DEAL!! I have no problem having a crush on a female, I have been out with a female, but I like them no more then men. I find females attractive, I find men attractive but I am by no means "bi-sexual".  I remember once when I was dating a girl, an old friend said to me "oh so your gay?" I say "no" and she says "but your with a girl, are you bi?" "No". She was so confussed, she couldnt wrap her head around the fact that just because Im with a girl, Im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to share my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know what your view on these words are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1095918214701524807?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095918214701524807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1095918214701524807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1095918214701524807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1095918214701524807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-that-i-hate.html' title='Something that I hate'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8516170833123079956</id><published>2009-03-04T16:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:19:43.107+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you, you?</title><content type='html'>I was going around vaccuming today and remembered its time to change Morgans playpen, So I took out his musical toys and made up a 'home office' for him. He has a small 'desk' with keyboard and mouse, a digital antena, mobile phone, wii control covers, PS2, a radio and a small dvd holder which I have put together and put toy animals on each shelf.&lt;br /&gt;It looks good I think. He loves playing with everything we play with, and he gets bored very easy so I have started changing his toys each week. Musical toys, soft toys, cars, 'water' toys (ie, boat, fish, floating stuff etc), tools etc. So he doesnt get bored with having to much to play with. Plus it give him different things to learn... If you know what I mean. I did child care but I cant for the life of me remember the words haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to what Im talking about, I started to think "what makes me me" What makes me special and different from others? Its hard for me to think of this because its hard for me to say much positve about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying, trying to find something that makes me special. Makes me more desirable then another. Something that if taken away I wont be me anymore, like just something small that I do that would be greatly missed if I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you special? What do you have about your personality that you think makes you different. Everyone IS different, yes, but what do you think is special?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8516170833123079956?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8516170833123079956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8516170833123079956' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8516170833123079956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8516170833123079956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-makes-you-you.html' title='What makes you, you?'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4967546112504363845</id><published>2009-02-26T16:36:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:41:19.258+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>18++ NOT for the faint hearted</title><content type='html'>Please note this is HORRIBLE and even I, who does not get discusted easy, felt sick and couldnt eat my dinner when I saw this video.&lt;br /&gt;This is a quick word on it.&lt;br /&gt;I explain what the video shows:&lt;br /&gt;With a hidden camera, animals were filmed being SKINNED ALIVE!!! They say it's done to get a more perfect ''cut''; afterwards the carcasses are tossed into a pile, still alive, and for up to 10 minutes you can see their hearts still beating, in agony, their eyes still blinking, and the puppies' little paws still shaking. There was one pup, that still lifted his head and gazed at the camera with bloodied eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to the site is &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp"&gt;http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont put the stream on my blog because its just gross.&lt;br /&gt;There is a petettion going around to stop this cruelty. If you would like me to forward it to you please email me &lt;a href="mailto:emmamcleod@westnet.com.au"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4967546112504363845?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4967546112504363845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4967546112504363845' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4967546112504363845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4967546112504363845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-not-for-faint-hearted.html' title='18++ NOT for the faint hearted'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5724297720465690703</id><published>2009-02-23T16:26:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:57:51.044+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Im an accidental theif!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the shops today with my dad because I had to go into *Centrelink* but the lines were way to long so I thought we could go (window) shop while we wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Target first and I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRUm7EbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CYBT6DHI7OU/s1600-h/41AVK6P3BPL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305892725483400818" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRUm7EbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CYBT6DHI7OU/s320/41AVK6P3BPL._SL160_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybelline oil-control loose powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRUmNndnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9HhqTjPDC3Y/s1600-h/mascara-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305892725292758642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRUmNndnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9HhqTjPDC3Y/s320/mascara-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybelline Intense XXL Volume + Length microfiber mascara            Cover Girl Tru Conceal&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRU9lfNwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/J6lVRbM1x4c/s1600-h/covergirl_concealer150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305892731566896898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRU9lfNwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/J6lVRbM1x4c/s320/covergirl_concealer420x326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now with that plus soap, hair gel (for Matt) and some Jol lollies it came to $51.59 AUD. I thought OMG thats so expensive!!! We leave the shop after purchase and go to Kmart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJVJmrLUWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PbHvRyN6RL0/s1600-h/a0c3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305896934484693346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJVJmrLUWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PbHvRyN6RL0/s320/a0c3_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So at Kmart I buy: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTmsa74KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EzTnrJRQqAE/s1600-h/a0c3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Johnson's 3 in 1 Facial cleansing wipes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Liquid Neutrogena,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTndg4Y2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rAibtFxrm_4/s1600-h/im_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895248398410594" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTndg4Y2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rAibtFxrm_4/s320/im_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neutrogena Daily Scrub&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTnM2qNMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VrNzOK8LIp8/s1600-h/7839med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895243926353090" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTnM2qNMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VrNzOK8LIp8/s320/7839med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTniBgJmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yV9tGzy6rW4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895249608975970" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTniBgJmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yV9tGzy6rW4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTsHQerrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gQo46mG_vGA/s1600-h/g_00768296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895328323382962" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTsHQerrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gQo46mG_vGA/s320/g_00768296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJUouVRBkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GUp-Zx9b0hA/s1600-h/AAAACx2fe-gAAAAAAA86sA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305896369604593218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJUouVRBkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GUp-Zx9b0hA/s320/AAAACx2fe-gAAAAAAA86sA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skinvitals G-energize also Eye BrightenI have also bought Gel-Quik to try out on my eye brows. I was using a different one from the same brand however I wasnt satisfied so Im trying somethign else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So total for that with a pack of hair lackies and most of the items on sale, it came to $58.99 AUD. Again, OMG! SO now Im feelings very bad because I spent so much money! As we leave Kmart dad notices he has lost his $50, he says it was in Target when he was seeing how much money he had, so back we go but with no luck in finding it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once as centrelink Im sitting waiting and notice something tucked under a flap on Morgans pram, I look under and there is a tube of Maybelline SuperStay Silky Foundation &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRU8X2CeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/feJqK8ZrbWs/s1600-h/374008_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305892731241236962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRU8X2CeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/feJqK8ZrbWs/s320/374008_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I freak out and Im like OMG I gotta take it back after!!! Then sitting there waiting I thought....Well Dad did loose $50 in target and the tube only cost $20... So really that evens it out.... Althoguh we are still down $30. SO I didnt take it back...This comign from the girl who freaked out when I noticed I walked out of a $2 shop with a spray bottle and went ALL the way back to pay for it haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think Karma must of known I was going to walk out with it and thats why dad lost his money :( I would of taken it back otherwise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTnV7V10I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NX6NMIdNqK8/s1600-h/AAAACx2fe-gAAAAAAA86sA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJTnV7V10I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NX6NMIdNqK8/s1600-h/AAAACx2fe-gAAAAAAA86sA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5724297720465690703?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5724297720465690703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5724297720465690703' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5724297720465690703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5724297720465690703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SaJRUm7EbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CYBT6DHI7OU/s72-c/41AVK6P3BPL._SL160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-482745058151651154</id><published>2009-02-21T09:17:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:00:24.455+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx9vaRsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIo4_kShA8o/s1600-h/P130209_14.22[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044406848079554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx9vaRsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIo4_kShA8o/s320/P130209_14.22%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently visisted a local backyard shed, in it was the usual tools and gagets. However the not so normal things were these little non functioning robots, up to 20 cms in hight.&lt;br /&gt;**Tom, the owner and maker of these 'works of art' says he started making them way back in the 1970s, for no other reason other then for his own leasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9LTzmLEuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HykpOKxvB08/s1600-h/P130209_14.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305041689705648866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9LTzmLEuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HykpOKxvB08/s320/P130209_14.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These statuettes have been threaded with what Tom called 'science fiction thread', they have been made out of all sorts of bits and pieces. Sprinkler heads, computer parts, old oven knobs, cogs and plastic razor containers are only a short list of what was used. All of these little guys are in combat poses and one even has his 'electric guts' shot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom goes on to tell me he has won 2 prizes at a local fair. With one first prize under his belt and one highly recognized notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9OIU2zbII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mb-XdeUKYK8/s1600-h/P130209_14.22[02].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044791010225282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9OIU2zbII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mb-XdeUKYK8/s320/P130209_14.22%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx4kYp2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z4d1Lnz-4yc/s1600-h/P130209_14.22[02].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tom has thought of selling his prized possesions, the idea that a young child may think they are toys and ruin his hard work makes Tom keep the safely at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx4kYp2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z4d1Lnz-4yc/s1600-h/P130209_14.22[02].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Tom wishes to remain annomynous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx4kYp2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z4d1Lnz-4yc/s1600-h/P130209_14.22[02].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-482745058151651154?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/482745058151651154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=482745058151651154' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/482745058151651154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/482745058151651154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/robot-love.html' title='Robot Love'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SZ9Nx9vaRsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIo4_kShA8o/s72-c/P130209_14.22%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5846528377929971114</id><published>2009-02-21T07:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:59:21.173+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to an end</title><content type='html'>Well time with my fatehr is coming to an end for now, he leaves  Friday 27th. Im going to miss him so much! I have tried to talk him into staying here but he just wont stay, he says he wants me to go up north and live there - thats not going ot happen either. I have had a great time with him here and have been making the most of it, we have been out most of the time doing stuff. Morgan loves him so much and he loves Morgan, its a shame dad isnt going to be here to watch him grow up. He will be coming down again no doubt, but if you miss just a few months with babies you miss alot!! I will send him pictures and videos, keep them up dated with how Morgan is going. It wont be the same though. I know Morgan will miss him just as much as I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around from what Im doing every now and again and see Morgan walking on his own, it makes me so happy. Im hoping Morgan will walk for my dad before he leaves. He refuses to do it for him! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have had a bit of a cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5846528377929971114?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5846528377929971114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5846528377929971114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5846528377929971114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5846528377929971114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to an end'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-3297111681464339438</id><published>2009-02-16T19:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:57:40.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://smg.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan Neil/V160209_190801.flv" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/Morgan Neil/V160209_1907.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-3297111681464339438?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/3297111681464339438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=3297111681464339438' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3297111681464339438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/3297111681464339438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/morgan-walking.html' title='Morgan Walking'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6875762927073549545</id><published>2009-02-12T08:30:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:49:51.184+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>EDITED: I realized I wrote it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have a quick game to play with you. Grab a bit of paper or your computer notepad. Write at the top "I hate....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now write down the top house chores, you HATE doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then under each of them write down "Because" and write 3 reasons WHY you dont like doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT TO READ NEXT INSTRUCTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#112233;"&gt;Now that you have done that, change the name of the chore you hate and replace them with the word SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know your answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6875762927073549545?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6875762927073549545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6875762927073549545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6875762927073549545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6875762927073549545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6992960242274309886</id><published>2009-02-11T17:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:04:05.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Zedge</title><content type='html'>Well Im still trying to find something I can vedio blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas would be helpful lol.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this site while I was looking for themes for my (our) new mobile(s). We got LG &lt;a href="http://www.lge.com/products/model/detail/ku990.jhtml"&gt;KU990 Viewty&lt;/a&gt; and its... kinda kool. I really like it! I do...However Im having trouble working out the internet settings, Vodafone is no help either. I keep getting some Arib who I cant understand and who has trouble understanding me. Before I can get to them though I have to go through Lara, the voice activated lady who you say what you want. Now for my problem I need to use the house phone so I can be walked through on my mobile as to what to do. For some reason though Lara keeps thinking Im saying something (while it is dead silent) and keeps choicing random options. So I get very angry at this!!! I was yelling and cursing to this woman yesterday because she wouldnt putme through to an operator!!! So I gave it another try today and still had the same problem but persisted and got through. This Egyption woman I get tells me she will send me through an email to help and will send the txt message for me to install. She says she has sent it and said that is all. I ask to stay on the phone untill I get the messages but she would not let me for some reason, and so I got angry and just hung up. I never got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ring back with all the same dramas and got through to another lady. I manage to keep her on the phone this time and she sends the txt through. She is very weird this lady and would explain something to do then just go silent. I would say, OK next thing? She would jsut be silent..... I felt rude but I kept raising my voice to get her to continue.... Would she be deaf or something?? If so while is she working at a call centre lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she is saying 'to the right, the button to the right' Im like "THERE IS NOTHING TO THE RIGHT" I dont think she had the right model or something because whatever she was going on about wasnt to do with my mobile lol. Anyways she walked me through and gave me all the setting etc.&lt;br /&gt;An even longer story short, it didnt work. I still cant get connected. So Im going to go to the shop tomorrow and have it work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;So back to the site I found. Its called &lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/"&gt;Zedge&lt;/a&gt;. It has some awesome themes, wallpaper, ringtones and whatever else lol. I foudn my ring tone on there and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.zedge.net/embed/zrtw-embed.swf" width="310" height="60" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="item_key=711-4-569700-1215170100-1&amp;amp;skin=pink_pattern&amp;amp;title=Little+Phone&amp;amp;fcol=EC297B" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 25px;font-family:arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/ringtones/569700/little-phone-ringtone/?utm_medium=widget&amp;amp;utm_source=ringtone&amp;amp;utm_campaign=zedge&amp;amp;utm_content=thedoc1974"&gt;Get this on your phone&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/"&gt;Make your own free ringtones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzQzNDMwMTY5MjEmcHQ9MTIzNDM*MzAyMDA5MyZwPTM2MjU*MSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*zYWU1NzgzYmIzMTc*MGM1OTJmMzBkYzA5NDUwOTUxYw==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6992960242274309886?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6992960242274309886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6992960242274309886' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6992960242274309886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6992960242274309886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/zedge.html' title='Zedge'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-555263811552864871</id><published>2009-02-10T18:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:33:34.339+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mean time</title><content type='html'>I want to upload my own video blog, but while I try and think about what to blog about in that. Im going to post these funny videos I found last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1piuJzS7H-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1piuJzS7H-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed scale="noscale" allowFullScreen="true" style="width:340px; height:325px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" src="http://embed.zedge.net/embed/zvp-embed.swf" flashvars="key=1144447&amp;srv=fsb&amp;vid=36153" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:11px;font-family:arial;margin-left:65px;line-height:28px;" href="http://www.zedge.net/track-embed/" title="Zedge - Free mobile fun!"&gt;FREE YOUR PHONE - ZEDGE.NET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzQyNTgzODMwNjImcHQ9MTIzNDI1ODM5MDQzNyZwPTM2MjU*MSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*zYWU1NzgzYmIzMTc*MGM1OTJmMzBkYzA5NDUwOTUxYw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-555263811552864871?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/555263811552864871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=555263811552864871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/555263811552864871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/555263811552864871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-mean-time.html' title='In the mean time'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2109733504464830532</id><published>2009-02-08T19:43:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:03:56.376+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SY63mmvZiZI/AAAAAAAAADY/z41k0hjd6Yk/s1600-h/tagged.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300375685323917714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SY63mmvZiZI/AAAAAAAAADY/z41k0hjd6Yk/s320/tagged.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe I got tagged the other day and it has taken me this long to write a post about it. I still dont know who Im going to tag though, but I will cross that bridge in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share 7 random and/or weird facts abotu yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, include links to their blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thank you Sadie, from &lt;a href="http://sadies-skinny.com/blog/"&gt;Sadie's Skinny&lt;/a&gt;. You have tagged me and your making me work haha. I would like to thank you also for your blog and wish you the best of luck on your weight loss journy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven random/weird facts about MEEEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do NOT get along with females in the real world. I dont want to, I dont need to. I think that IRL females are just way to concerned about their looks and what people think of them. I like the Internet World because people can be who they really are....Or post naked pictures of them self lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am slightly impatient. If I go shopping for something, I wont put it on order. If I buy it I want it there and then, not a month down the track after they had to order one in...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I run out the back and try catch the moron who is riding the motor bike behind us. I keep trying to catch him on film but by the time I get out there he is gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a dry sarcastic sence of humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want more than anything at the moment relationship councelling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love, love love love, &lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/vincent-d-39-onofrio/contributor/31920/photos/1"&gt;Vincent D'Onofrio&lt;/a&gt;...Yet I still cant pronouce his last name!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try so hard to pretend that it doesnt bother me when I dont get pressents for Christmas and my birthday, but on the inside I cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so now with my tagging peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u-g-h.com/"&gt;Owen&lt;/a&gt; - Tagging you for your HoneyPost's and all the others lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brainfoggles.com/"&gt;ConnieFoggle&lt;/a&gt;s - Your blog is very... Personal and a great read for me. I will be catching up on it after this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juliesjournal.com/"&gt;Julie &lt;/a&gt;- You always have something interesting to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dose-of-anything.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bhing &lt;/a&gt;- Dance fat boy, dance! LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://recollections-of-a-brokenheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yumi &lt;/a&gt;- You are my first proper random. You like Yaoi, so do I. So Tag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://traumafaeri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trauma-Faeri&lt;/a&gt; - My second random. I found you under 'anime' but you are pagan/wiccan, I studied Wicca for around 8-9 years. Great belief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://moonmagicnovel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cadence &lt;/a&gt;- Not sure where I found you. My computer keeps playing up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok that took me a few days I think to find my randoms lol. Stupid computer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2109733504464830532?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2109733504464830532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2109733504464830532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2109733504464830532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2109733504464830532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SY63mmvZiZI/AAAAAAAAADY/z41k0hjd6Yk/s72-c/tagged.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6666416630764131065</id><published>2009-02-05T08:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:33:30.194+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OK so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Im not doing so well with the 'post every day' thingo. I just have to much to do and not enough time to do it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt stayed the last two nights because of his day off, that was good. It was fun. We played Nookii Tuesday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYoiiRhbqUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQV7_6bY2mk/s1600-h/0529001234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299085883769334082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYoiiRhbqUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQV7_6bY2mk/s320/0529001234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Highly recommended. It was very fun and very.... Pleasurable. We played two of each card so it took just over an hour.. Thats without the timer though, we just went until we wanted to stop (or not wanted to shoudl I say). The 'mmm's werent very interesting, which was expected as they are only a warm up. The 'ooh' and 'ahh' were much better though. Things soon got heated  when we were instructed to kiss bums, thighs, tummys, necks, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you and your partner haven't tried this game yet, why not go and buy one and try it. Its a fun way to heat things up in the bed room, and fun enough to play again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6666416630764131065?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6666416630764131065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6666416630764131065' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6666416630764131065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6666416630764131065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-so.html' title='OK so....'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYoiiRhbqUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQV7_6bY2mk/s72-c/0529001234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2123789818839718212</id><published>2009-02-02T14:56:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:32:48.932+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to try and do the NaBloPoMo this month. Im already a bit behind.. Well by my time zone :) Not by others. So this months topic is WANT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting things make me depressed, I HATE wanting things. Things I cant have, I want to be rich, I want a body like Angelina Jolie, I want to like myself. I hate that I cant have this things. I want to not feel jealousy or envy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so hard to get the things I want. Money is so hard to come by and make. I will never had Jolies body, no matter how hard I try. I need money to buy a body like that - See the problem? To like myself I need the body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYaQDjwBFvI/AAAAAAAAADA/OnHHzBDRBrk/s1600-h/Lara-Croft-258+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298080402458613490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYaQDjwBFvI/AAAAAAAAADA/OnHHzBDRBrk/s320/Lara-Croft-258+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYaTLkb9L-I/AAAAAAAAADI/IKse3LQIWEQ/s1600-h/mefull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298083838616743906" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYaTLkb9L-I/AAAAAAAAADI/IKse3LQIWEQ/s320/mefull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHAHAHAHA My face on her body - YES PLEASE. ooooh I would look sooooo hot! I dont think thats possible though. Apart from the fact she is so much taller than me, she is sooo much thinner!!! I am much smaller than what I was a few months ago though.... But stilll I am 85kgs. I want to get down to about 65 or 60.... *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2123789818839718212?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2123789818839718212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2123789818839718212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2123789818839718212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2123789818839718212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/want.html' title='WANT'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYaQDjwBFvI/AAAAAAAAADA/OnHHzBDRBrk/s72-c/Lara-Croft-258+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8966836576460105295</id><published>2009-02-01T08:23:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:23:34.500+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Award</title><content type='html'>You know before I started blogging I had only ever once won something. Apart from the first prize I took in primary school when there was no one let for me to race against, so claimed first prize automatically. I won a book of spells from some compitetion I entred back when I was about 13. So it has been 10 years since I last won something. With in the past not even 3 months, I have won 3 things!! I won a lovely braclette from a blog compition run by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626089839723051720"&gt;Daria&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTiKjeZUKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-1hPtLDccWg/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297607732643844258" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTiKjeZUKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-1hPtLDccWg/s320/box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTiQe9zHjI/AAAAAAAAACw/YUZJNQWjDOY/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297607834512596530" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTiQe9zHjI/AAAAAAAAACw/YUZJNQWjDOY/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I won the Lemonade award givng to me to by &lt;a href="http://dose-of-anything.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bhing&lt;/a&gt;. And then she also gave me another award The Triple Awards!! The Lemonade, Sisterhood and Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTjy7iNaAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XGA2LeABLAY/s1600-h/tripple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297609525808687106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTjy7iNaAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XGA2LeABLAY/s320/tripple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its so amazing to feel this special! Thank you so much for all the wonderful gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the logo on your blog or post &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be sure to link your nominees within your post &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received this award&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont think I can name 10 but I will try. They will be ones I just love love love to read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://journey1000words.com/"&gt;http://journey1000words.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://plantsflorida.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://plantsflorida.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u-g-h.com/"&gt;http://www.u-g-h.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcfloresinc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.jcfloresinc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juliesjournal.com/"&gt;http://www.juliesjournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brainfoggles.com/"&gt;http://brainfoggles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cliteratureblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cliteratureblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok thats all I can think of. Not to say there isnt more I could put up but I just cant think of any more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Check them out if you havent already. Congratulations to all of you! You have done a wonderful job on your blogs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8966836576460105295?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8966836576460105295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8966836576460105295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8966836576460105295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8966836576460105295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/02/triple-award.html' title='Triple Award'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SYTiKjeZUKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-1hPtLDccWg/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2802578985491093037</id><published>2009-01-30T19:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:22:03.491+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I sat down today and wrote out a very long 'letter' to Matt telling him how I felt. The first two or 3 pages were just me getting shit off my chest, then I got down to business. I just wrote, not thinking, just feeling. I then decided I will give this to Matt when he came over today after work. Funny thing is, I know it was my 'fault' that led him to do that 'flirting'. No, Im not blaming me and saying I should of been a better girlfriend etc etc. Im saying, I know I have been very emotionally disattached. So I understand that would drive him to want some attention. I know he has a hard time talking about this with me, I know I have been distant, I should of known how HE was feeling. I still trust him. I just need to learn to read his signs.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and talked about it. I know it has been a big problem with living here with my mum, I knew it was that because it has been affecting me badly too. We need our space to live a a family, just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dicided that we are still a couple, just not together.... So just think of it as going back to the dating stage....We never dated really, so it will be good for us I think. The only problem is he is so far away!!! However he works just down the road from me so he can drop in after work etc. We are going to be living apart for some time though, maybe 6 months or more. We will get married once this is all sorted out. Im going to do my best buying stuff for us to move out with, he is going to pay off all his debts and then he/we are going to find a place to rent because we can not be together in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he is ever feeling like Im neglecting him in any way to let me know. He said he will try, I said sorry but trying isnt good enough. If you try and fail we are just back here again and I cant handle this again. So I said if you feel like that let me know, even if its just a simple note on a piece of paper saying "I need attention" or "rub my back". Just LET ME KNOW BEFORE he does anything. He said he can do that.&lt;br /&gt;We are a great couple. We have so much fun together, we have so much in common. We want the same out of life and want the same ways of getting there. Its just a matter of communication, when I do it, he is threatened because he thinks Im having a go at him. He doesnt seem to do it at all, so maybe if he cant do that I need to learn to read his signs better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank everyone who has commented and given advice. I understand where you are all coming from, its hard for me to explain but I guess you have to be me and know how I feel. Its like that unconditional love thing lol. Although this has conditions haha. Sorry to have sounding stupid on my other posts. Im still a bit depressed not having him here, its been so long since I havent had him with me at night. I have been crying all day, I dont know why. Morgan has been grumpy which has been making me so sad. Even worse when all I have wanted to do today is go for a jog, my dad was meant to come watch Morgan but he didnt want to because it will be at my mums house. Then I was all dressed again waiting for mum to get home to watch Morgan, then I ring her to find out where she is and she is at her sisters and wont be home for a while. I dont want to just go for a walk, I REALLY need to jog. I need to get this out of me! To late now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a thank you post later on about the award! I promise. I just need to go to bed and read a bit. Maybe eat something too.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2802578985491093037?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2802578985491093037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2802578985491093037' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2802578985491093037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2802578985491093037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5261841714425033757</id><published>2009-01-29T20:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:39:41.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>I just dont know what Im meant to do now, how to feel. Im still wearing my engagement ring. I love him so much, I dont want to loose him. I want to be his one and only. I know he will never be out of my life, but its not the same. I want him to be my lover, my best friend, my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I know Im wrong to have looked on his computer, but I wasnt looking for anything wrong. He says it was just mucking around, having harmful fun. Then why hide it? If I had come home and he laughed and said how he was stiring her up, teasing her etc. I might not of minded. That being said, I would of minded if I knew he emailed her to ask if she is still coming.&lt;br /&gt;If Im not giving him enough of what he wants, why cant he tell me? I have always told him all he needs to do is talk to me. Let me know if something is wrong, or if I can do ANYTHING else to please him etc.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much trouble to talk to me? My step mum says maybe I need to just let him do that stuff online just as long as he is open about it. Yeah ok Im fine with that BUT not when I think there is a chance he will follow through with it. I will never leave him alone again. I would be with him before work after work, on his break, I would never leave him alone at home EVER. Thats how bad is will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I get past that? Should I get over it and let him talk to who ever he wants?  It took me months to trust him enough last time. I stopped looking over his shoulder, I felt like I could trust him for sure. And he trusted me. Then I was betrayed. I feel like Im the stupid one for getting upset over it, its just dirty online chat. I mean she lives right down the road, 20 minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh f*** Im so happy when Im with Matt. I miss him so much and its only been one night. I have blown it and I havent even done anything wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5261841714425033757?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5261841714425033757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5261841714425033757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5261841714425033757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5261841714425033757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6502133199849150904</id><published>2009-01-28T22:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:59:30.322+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing a loved one</title><content type='html'>I dont know how to write this nor how I should be feeling.... My beloved, my 'best' friend, my fiance, my man. I found out that he has been at it again. He has been chatting to my friend online. He went behind my back, took her email address, added her on msn and chatted with her. She told him I didnt want to give her, his email address. He is never on it I tell her (this is the truth). He doesnt use msn. Well he adds her this.... Weekend I think it was, I was driving down south to Mandurah to take my farther and grandma to see my Aunty. I was about 1 and a half hours away. They start to flirt. He tells her he has a hard on. She says she thinks he is soooo hot. He says he wants her to come over because I have the car and Im out. Well you know how it goes. He emails her to find out if she is still coming.....? I dont know if she came or not. The msn  convosation was so ....... Discusting. Shameful. She *was* my friend. He *was* my fiance. Harmful flirting? Telling each other not to let me know, to delete the convosation.&lt;br /&gt;How I found out?&lt;br /&gt;I went on his msn to try find a link to his mothers profile page, just to see what nasty things she has said this time. I see my friend is on his list....I find this weird. So I checked his history, there is none....Weird....So I checked his recycle bin and BINGO! I almost fainted by what I read. I rang her up and asked what was going on and she denies everything. I ring him at work (40 minutes before I was meant to pick him up) he was shocked and said "Did she tell you!?" Long story short, when he got home I told him I didnt want to be with him anymore. He betrayed my trust AGAIN after it took me SOOOO long to believe in him again. I still cant believe what he has done. I told him that if he is still interested in being with me, give me a year and then MAYBE I will consider it then. I dont see that happening though. If she had turned up (if she didnt turn up) I can NEVER forgive him. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self harmer. I cut myself when I dont know what else to do. I havent done that yet. I have been trying so hard not to but I dont know what else to do. Im hurting so badly. I cant cry. I cant scream. I cant just sleep for days because I have my baby to look after. I drank a little but its making me sick. I have no one to help me here. My closest friend I told I cant speak to her, like him, she has betrayed my trust. Im hurting so bad. I love him so much but I can never take him back. So it will just take time to heal this hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why he has done this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong to investigate why he had her name on his msn??? What woudl you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6502133199849150904?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6502133199849150904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6502133199849150904' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6502133199849150904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6502133199849150904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/loosing-loved-one.html' title='Loosing a loved one'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8325203030729798877</id><published>2009-01-27T20:11:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:24:47.815+09:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Grueling Goals</title><content type='html'>I just want to let you all know about my other blog. I am on the challenge to complete 101 goals in 1001 days. Look to the right hand side of blog to see the link. I have posted my list and I started my journey on Monday January 26th, which happens to be Australia Day. So Im on a journey to complete my goals in life, as little as they may be.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to join me on this adventure, please feel free. I feel it is an exciting way to work on a 5 year plan...This is however more like 3 years. I have decided to treat myself after 25 goals completed, then 50, 75 and then 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to doing these goals. Please keep an eye on that blog to help motivate me and keep up to date on what my current goal is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * *&lt;br /&gt;On a different topic, Im going to be participating in &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt; for febuary at least. Not sure if I can do it yet. Febuary theme is WANT. Things I want... lol I probably could go on and on....We will see throughout Febuary. So I will be blogging a hell of a lot more this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8325203030729798877?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8325203030729798877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8325203030729798877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8325203030729798877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8325203030729798877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/101-grueling-goals.html' title='101 Grueling Goals'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4291326723870349558</id><published>2009-01-20T21:10:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:17:25.211+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SXW_1UtSi4I/AAAAAAAAABw/vSR4GMtdajM/s1600-h/lemonade_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293347859856526210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SXW_1UtSi4I/AAAAAAAAABw/vSR4GMtdajM/s320/lemonade_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Bhing for passing the Lemonade Award along to me, like you said, its an honor to recieve it! Your blog &lt;a href="http://dose-of-anything.blogspot.com/"&gt;Your Daily Dose of Anything&lt;/a&gt; well earned the two awards you got! Your posts have kept me interested ever since I joined &lt;a href="http://www.forumfinder.net/"&gt;Forum Finder&lt;/a&gt;, its one of my favorites blogs to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont read many blogs however I will pass along the award to the ones I do like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cliteratureblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Cliterature Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sadies-skinny.com/blog/"&gt;Sadie's Skinny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u-g-h.com/"&gt;Ugh!!'s Greymatt Honeypot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://plantsflorida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Plants of Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im very sorry if any of you already have this award :( I think you deserve it though! The Cliterure Blog is ALWAYS good for a laugh and has some great articals, not everybody's cup of tea. Sadie's Skinny keeps me motivated with her, weightloss, change of life, healthy eating. Ugh!!'s Greymatt Honeypot post some great links to check out, and although he isnt online with his Digsby Wiget, he did say hello when he was there ;p. Plants of Florida has awesome info about plants, herbs, weeds, what to make tea with and benifits, lots of fun greenie facts. She also answers your own questions if you have any for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, thank you for the award! Hopefully I can inspire more out of my readers hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4291326723870349558?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4291326723870349558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4291326723870349558' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4291326723870349558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4291326723870349558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lemonade-award.html' title='Lemonade Award'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SXW_1UtSi4I/AAAAAAAAABw/vSR4GMtdajM/s72-c/lemonade_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5715532920611722198</id><published>2009-01-18T13:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:18:50.627+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement party</title><content type='html'>Well our party was yesturday. To start with, Matt couldnt get the whole day off work. We ended up having to push the party back 4 hours, thats fine because it worked out better for everyone...Well almost, my mum cracked the poops because her booty call was coming around at 2pm. She got all grumpy at me and stalked off grumbling under her breath. Matt rings his mum to let her know and she said she might not come because she isnt in the best of moods, she has had blood work done and they took so much out she just doesnt feel up to it - All the normal crap from her. Matt says that he isnt phased if she doesnt come because he is oer it, and then she gets snappy at him thinking he doesnt want her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the morning of Im flat out trying to race around and do stuff. Cooking the mini quiches, trying to sort everything out, I had to go to the shops etc. Mum helps by looking after Morgan. Matt gets home at lunch and we are getting ready, I message my friend online and say we are leaving in 5 mintues, and she says "So you will be an hour then?" Im say "No we will be there within half an hour" she says ok.&lt;br /&gt;We get to her place in 20 minutes and she is not there, her dad says she went for a walk and said she will be 10 minutes, however that was 10 minutes ago. We go around looking for her but we cant, then go back to her house and wait for about 15 minutes. Then we crack the shits and dicide to leave, then spot her up the street. I yell at her to get in the f**kin car. Then Matt snaps and says "next time we say we are coming around, please dont go out" in a very nasty tone. So I was pissed off because we were now running very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there like 5 mintues before everyone arrives, except my mum because her, my Aunty and my nan are out the back and got there 1:45. Im racing around like a blue arse fly trying to get things ready, and people are turning up. Im at the couch sorting stuff out and notice someone standing behind me - Matts mum (oh goodie). I gave her a hug and said thanks for coming, thats it though no pleasentries.&lt;br /&gt;Said hi and thanks to everyone else, then noticed my mum out back and same to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird seeing my mum and dad together, they never spoke but I got photos of them out there near each other lol. My mum stayed maybe an hour and a half then they lefted, my sister and partner at the same time. Straight after them Matts mum left and it was just the better part of the family. We all had a great time, I was abit upset how drunk my step mum got but I didnt expect anything less. Matts dad also lol he was singing to me &gt;&lt; We had food which was great and SOO much was there because so many people left or just didnt turn up. We had the speaches/toast and cake cutting. Then before my dad, step mum, Grandma and grandad left we opened the pressents. Didnt get anything exciting apart from my photo album which I had been dieing to buy for ages, my step mum knew that "THANK YOU" also she got us a Engagement party guest book for people to sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of photos, I look so fat in them but pretty. I have just finished taking out the "shadow" of them all because my friend who took them (with my dads camera) took very dark shots. So I had to lighten them by about 50% lol I was hoping Matts Aunty Michelle would have her camera :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day, bit upsetting them people who left so early because they didnt even stay for the food. Very rude I think. None of them had things to do, they just didnt want to stay. Baby was a great boy as always, too bad I ran out of nappies for him so just before we left he had done a poo and needed changing, so I wrapped him in his towel, then he done like a 'shart' and skiddied in that lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5715532920611722198?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5715532920611722198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5715532920611722198' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5715532920611722198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5715532920611722198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/engagement-party.html' title='The Engagement party'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-2869900696771441227</id><published>2009-01-16T21:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:45:47.581+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What animal are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=black cellspacing=2 cellpadding=10&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=123471&gt;&lt;font color=2D3562&gt;What Animal are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=2D3562 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crocodile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a crocodile. Your mood can turn on a dime from good to bad. You come off as abrupt at times and you tend to holding grudges. You can be overprotective and insulting once in awhile, and you don't mind lashing out and taking out your anger on others.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=123471&gt;&lt;img alt='Personality Test Results' border=0 src='http://www.youthink.com/images_quiz/2009/01/01/full_577391792.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=123471&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=2 color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=C0C0C0 face=verdana&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-2869900696771441227?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/2869900696771441227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=2869900696771441227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2869900696771441227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/2869900696771441227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-animal-are-you.html' title='What animal are you?'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4587377129458448601</id><published>2009-01-14T22:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:56:51.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Just to clear things up, that last post was NOT about me lol. Like I said Im very clean and believe children should clean up after them self and I being a SAHM should and will always have enough time to clean even if I worked full time I wouldo always make sure the house was clean. I dont think there is a reason that a house should be left to fester in such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just three more sleeps until our engagement party, very exciting! Too bad Matt hasn't been paid yet.... So angry, I hope he gets paid tomorrow because we need to buy the food and drinks. Im a bit upset really because out of like 50 people we have invited, about 7 people never RSVP. Then we had about 5 people(adults) say they cant come, the people who said they can come, 4 people arent sure they can come now, and the people who didnt RSVP but then belated said they cant come. So we are down to about 25 people. Children being about 10 of them. So about 15 adults. Also now Matt isnt to sure if he can get the day off work because being the male that he is didnt ask in advance. So great, I might now turn up alone to our engagment party.... Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why Im suprised it is after all a party Im throwing, it hasnt never worked in the past for me so I dont know what made me think or so called loved ones would make an effort this time around. It is only our engagement party, nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with fueding families, its not going to be comfortble for me at least I will be at a emoitionally safe place Saturday. Matts dads house has always been very relaxing and positive, I will be greatful for their love. I hope it goes well. My mother said she wont be staying long because she doesnt want to be around my father, she cant look past the fact its MY day and she should get over her petty shit just for me. Its been about 10 years since she kicked dad out and she isnt over him moving on and her ending up with no one still.&lt;br /&gt;Matts mother tried to make amends tonight via msn, I politely but plunty said I dont see that happening as I am looking out for my son, he needs a happy and healthy enviroment. She will be at the party as well (as far as we know) so that should be interesting, I will say my hellos to her but that is it.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am being mature in this and not rude for rejecting her atempt to make things better, fact is things were never good to begin with so why would I want to go back? I am happy with out having to think of her. Matt understand and acppects my answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4587377129458448601?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4587377129458448601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4587377129458448601' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4587377129458448601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4587377129458448601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-4674486556835036269</id><published>2009-01-10T21:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:39:58.189+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>Think of this senerio: Your a single mother of 3 kids, you dont really have control over your children (aged 6months, 2 &amp;amp; 5) they constanly mess the house. Your house is full of dirty laundry, clean laundry that needs putting away, no food for kindy the next day. Your room, you have not seen the floor of in about one year, the garden is over grown with weeds and junk.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend decides she wants to go out and invites you, however you know you have no food in the house for dinner and kindy, and your time would be better spent cleaning and food shopping. However you really cant be bothered because its just going to look the same tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go out everyday so the children wont make more mess? Just deal with the little mess from them throwing toys and clothes everywhere, leave all the dishes and other laundry and your room because no one sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek help with disiplining the children so this mess will not happen again, ask a friend to help clean/clean yourself/hire a cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay home most days (as needed) to keep the house clean, even if the children will not keep it clean, keep cleaning up after them because they do not do it themself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other choices to do here. I want to know if such a situation what would you do? Are you in this situation yourself? Are your children well enough behaved to clean up after they finished playing? Or do you pick up after them constantly? Is your house clean? Does the laundry get done regularly? I want to know what it is like for you? With or without children, I want to know your house cleaning routine and the state of your house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-4674486556835036269?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/4674486556835036269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=4674486556835036269' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4674486556835036269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/4674486556835036269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/domestic-goddess.html' title='Domestic Goddess'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-857289297120836314</id><published>2009-01-06T19:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:40:15.671+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>I got this question thingo from: &lt;a href="http://ondiamondmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thoughs Running on my Mind&lt;/a&gt; who got it from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Five names you go by&lt;br /&gt;a) Emma&lt;br /&gt;b) Darling&lt;br /&gt;c) Peppa&lt;br /&gt;d)LadyGrace&lt;br /&gt;e) Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;a) breast feeding singlet - Not that I breast fed...&lt;br /&gt;b) knickers&lt;br /&gt;c) Engagement ring - Yes thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;a) License to kill&lt;br /&gt;b) Angalina Jolies body... for my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three people whom I would like to see fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two things you did last night&lt;br /&gt;a) I looked everywhere for my foot file thingo...it was right here next to my comuter - I just found it like 10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;b) Have a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;a) Ham cheese and pineapple roll&lt;br /&gt;b) umm thats all.... Waiting for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Two people you last talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;a) My significant other&lt;br /&gt;b) Glen..I think yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two things you are going to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;a) Doing to Rockingham to have lunch with about 11 people&lt;br /&gt;b) Meant to be jogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Two longest car rides (I'm thinking this as a road trips):&lt;br /&gt;a) Kununurra - Darwin about 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;b) Bendigo - Perth about 36 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Two of your favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;a) Water&lt;br /&gt;b) Orange/fruit juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER:&lt;br /&gt;Pick a color for the things that you have done. I made mine green.&lt;br /&gt;I have…&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Started my own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than I can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sung a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched lightning at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught myself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grown my own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. Skied a marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person (Foz do Iguaçcu)&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taught myself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person on&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had my portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had my picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;88. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;98. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden an elephant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-857289297120836314?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/857289297120836314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=857289297120836314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/857289297120836314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/857289297120836314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6628227096960089558</id><published>2009-01-05T12:27:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:54:01.591+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up appearances</title><content type='html'>I just got back from getting acrillic nail done for the first time ever, they sure are difficult to type with expecially using my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;So now comes to my question, who out there trys to keep them self looking as gorgeous as they can? Who is it for, yourself or your significant other? Maybe you need to look a certain way for your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I like to look good for my partner, for me also on certain levels. Like today with my nails, I got them done for our engagement party because I bite my nails and I want to look like a lady for our party. I shave near everyday, my legs for comfort, my underarm for looks. I give myself a brazillian (yes I do it myself) both for easier hygine and pleasure for my partner. I always have shiny hair because I hate oily hair, oily hair makes the rest of me feel dirty. Since having my son my skin has cleared up and I hardly get spots, so I wear light foundation to blend. When we go out I might wear lippy and eye liner etc however everyday wear is jsut foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should look good for my partner because he makes an effort as well, I dont go over board but I feel I do a good job. Our son as well is always in clean clothes and gets changed (when we are out) if he makes a mess of them. I like to look good for myself as well because when I feel like I look good, I feel good on the inside. I have low self esteem so when I try hard to look good it makes a big difference on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have said though I am only 23. Will it change when I get old? Will I stop caring? I hope not, I dont want to be one of the ladies who let them self go with age. There was an elderly lady in next to me today getting her nails done, I would like to be like that. I feel my mother has let herself go, she doesnt take care of herself at all. I want to grow old gracefully yes, but I still want to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your feelings on this subject? Do you try hard? Will you let yourself go as you age or do you feel you already have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6628227096960089558?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6628227096960089558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6628227096960089558' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6628227096960089558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6628227096960089558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/keeping-up-appearances.html' title='Keeping up appearances'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1724292961638312670</id><published>2009-01-04T13:26:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:04:31.379+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SWBA469PVDI/AAAAAAAAABo/DLyKLM9aWpc/s1600-h/johntravolata.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287297309175927858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SWBA469PVDI/AAAAAAAAABo/DLyKLM9aWpc/s320/johntravolata.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was yesterday! I turned 23. I had my bitch somewhere else about not getting even a text from my family saying Happy Birthday, so I wont go there.&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Morgan and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.perthzoo.wa.gov.au/"&gt;Perth Zoo&lt;/a&gt; with Matts sister Liz and her 8 year old and 1 year old twins. All in all a great day, I go sun burnt but thats fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out about John Travolta's 16 year old son, who died (January 2 2009). Jett Travolta died in their hotel room in the bahamas, it is unsure as of yet if he had a seisure first and then fell hitting his head, of he had a seizure because of the fall. Autopsy is being done at Rand Memorial Hospital in the Bahamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sending out my love to the Travoltas as they go through such a horrible yet unavoidable time of life, death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1724292961638312670?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1724292961638312670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1724292961638312670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1724292961638312670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1724292961638312670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-jan-3.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN 3'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/SWBA469PVDI/AAAAAAAAABo/DLyKLM9aWpc/s72-c/johntravolata.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-9078119038255374693</id><published>2009-01-02T15:18:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:21:03.742+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=magcover1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/magcover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very own front cover baby! Just a fake magazine I made up, hope the name isnt taken because it was only pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-9078119038255374693?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/9078119038255374693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=9078119038255374693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9078119038255374693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9078119038255374693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2009/01/front-cover.html' title='Front Cover'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6633542649792309623</id><published>2008-12-31T10:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:48:13.425+09:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=old_lady0021-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="245" alt="old lady" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/old_lady0021-1.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m 22 (23 in 3 days) and I feel, although a little playful at times, I am an adult and grown up. I have felt grown up since about 16 because I left school early and had a full time job. I never went out to party or take drugs and drink myself silly. I didn’t do that until I was about 19, well the drinking myself silly part - Never drugs! I am now 22, engaged with a bouncing baby boy and looking to start for another baby soon. I pay my way, make weekly dinner/lunch menus, work out the accounts, in charge of nearly everything in this house/relationship. I also sing and dance with my son, watch cartoons, like splashing in puddles, getting dirty, throw tantrums every now and again when things don’t go the way I plan and I make mistakes, often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum-in-law is about 48. She argues that you are not grown up (considered an adult) until you are 40 years old. When she was in her 30's she thought it was 30, and I’m sure when she was in her 20's she thought it was 20. When she hits 50 I’m sure she will think she is just 'now' grown up. By what I can tell, her reasoning is you learn something everyday, so until you have learnt everything you possibly can you are not fully grown yet. So will she ever consider herself an adult if she is still learning? She gets angry at me for when I 'tell her what to do', because I am only 22 and not an adult yet so how would I know? How would a 'child' know what she has been through seeing as she is so much older than me, how could a child know about pain? How would a child know what it is like to be in an abusive relationship? How would a child know what it is like to have people you love reject you and not want anything to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I do know what she is going through, I know the pain of being in an abusive relationship - However I had the strength to leave him. I have been in a long relationship and then have it fall apart. I know what it is like to have someone I love reject me, I looked up to my sister for years and she constantly put me down and told me she wished me dead. It destroyed my self esteem and my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;I do know what she has been through, and she doesn’t understand that just because I’m young, doesn’t mean I haven’t been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question to you is, how old were you (or will be) when you considered yourself grown up? Mine was 16, hers is 40 (for now). Everyone is different and have been through different experiences, what makes you believe you are grown up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6633542649792309623?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6633542649792309623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6633542649792309623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6633542649792309623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6633542649792309623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up?'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8476830596844517431</id><published>2008-12-26T20:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:08:22.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 'n' Stuff</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't wrote anything for a while, so here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling better in the lonely department, I guess because it the silly season and I have been too busy getting everything ready. I still haven't gone for my blood work, so still haven't been horny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our lounge delivered Tuesday gone. Then I had a misunderstanding with my friend, thats what is so bad about texting - People take things the wrong way. Thats fine now though. Matts work mate came around to pick his stuff up, I just spent 5 hours at the shops trying to find a Christmas pressent for him. He seems to like them, I got him a silver ring and surf(y) type braclet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (Christmas Eve) was my dads birthday, but seeing as he is 3000+kms away I just rang him in the morning. He had taken sleeping pills the night before and forgot I accually rang him and called me back 2 hours later thinking I had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Matt Morgan and I then went out with my grandma (dads mum) for lunch, that was nice. I bought shorts to swim in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Matt cooked a roast for dinner and my nan (mums mum) came to sleep the night. Once Morgan was off to bed I became Santa and got all the pressents out, it was so special to me doing that for my sons first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dadmorganpressents.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daddy and Morgan" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/dadmorganpressents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having fun with daddy opening pressents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pressents2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Most of Morgans pressents" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/pressents2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited to have all new toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sleepingmorgansue.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sleeping" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/First%20Christmas/sleepingmorgansue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All tuckered out and fell alseep on Grandma Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan had such a big day! We left for Matts dads house around 10 - which is near an hour away, Morgan slept on the way there. However by 3 he was so tierd and his Grandma put him to sleep easily.&lt;br /&gt;We were all about to fall over by the time we got home and then to bed, it was such a exhuasting day. The boys in the pool play fighting, I was trying to stay near my nephew who isnt a very strong swimmer. Plus trying to cover myself up in the tankini, boobs popping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day (today) was much worse though. Not that Christmas day was bad AT ALL. We went to Matts mums house, it took 2 hours to get there because of bad traffic. We got there and the tension was high as soon as I saw HER. I didnt look at her, didnt say merry christmas, just said "hi" and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;We are all out the back and I came in to get something, Matt and his mum was in there. Then she comes out with "Oh and I never said I want to cut EJ (Liz) out of my life" I got out of there fast because I didnt want to hear Matt erupt. He comes out in a horrible mood and slams shit down.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we are all out side now and talking away and they were talking about.... Well Im not to sure.... I just remember Lori (matts mum) saying very loudly "Isn't that your type though Matt? Ugly with big boobs!" You could cut the tension with a knife (and I could cut her troat with one too). Matts sister Amy comes out and said "That is not nice Emma..................." Then other people started talking and I coulsdnt hear her. Then Lori said "Oh but not YOU Emma *hee hee hee*" Giggling like the right bitch she is. I just got up and went inside. Then she comes in and says just to the air "Imagine Amy trying to put that on you" and I just turned and walked back outside.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things were looking better for a while. We got bored so started packing up to leave. Then another argument broke out about nothing important. Then Matt got shitty and we left quicker. Matt needed to pee before we left so went back inside. Then when he came out he was arguing with his mum, I walked over because I knew what was being said. She started saying "well I got told from people that EJ is telling everyone I have cut her out of my life, but I havent I never said that" and I step in and say "You told me Lori, to say **ask EJ if there is any chance in us ever talkign again because if there isnt I dotn want anything to do with her, I wont talk about her, wont worry about pressents, I just wont worry anymore** I said that and she said fine"  Lori snaps and says " I never said I would cut her out of my life" and I tried to say I never said that, I just said what you told us to say but she says "Now open your ears Emma and listen for once............." Repeating herself. Matts just says "whatever, we are leaving" so I walk off with him and she yells out "FUCKIN BITCH" I laughed so loud at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is she you ask? About 48. She uses any excuss she can, she is old, she is a single mother, she has no support because she is so far away, no one likes her. She moved so far away so that is no ones fault but her own, same with the fact no one likes her. She plays the whole, I had an acoholic husband so Im messed up. I had an mental break down. This is a load of CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;I hate her soooooo much. She plays on everything and can not let go. She got Matts friend to say sorry for her, I dont forgive her. Matt doesn't care, he is angry but he isnt cutting her out. Its will all be my fault af course, and I dont care. Im about ready to slap her face, and if she keeps going I will punch her. Matts friend paul and his girlfriend were there and she wont tell me what happened once we left, because all of a sudden in this family matter she doesnt want to get involved. She can bitch about some stranger on the side of the road, but cant 'get in the middle' of this. Probably because she agrees with Lori on this. Im such a rude person and a shit stirrer. I mean I am but I havent lied, I tell Lori the truth. Im the bad person because she cant take shit, she can only deal it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8476830596844517431?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8476830596844517431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8476830596844517431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8476830596844517431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8476830596844517431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-n-stuff.html' title='Update &apos;n&apos; Stuff'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-9112976826488990850</id><published>2008-12-02T19:16:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:06:07.411+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didnt post over the weekend, it was busy and I was tierd.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we got Morgans photo taken with Santa Clause, that wasted an hour. We will be picking up the $10 package this week sometime. Morgan was ok to begin with but then started pulling a sad face but didnt cry as such.&lt;br /&gt;We went from there to the twins birthday party, it was hot and very sunny. The twins unwrapped all their pressents in the play pen, very spoilt little kids! I had the camera out so I got a few shots of the day. Then at 4 we left (after cake) and I had a Under cover wear party to go to. I was about 45 minutes late but when I got there I wasnt intereupting much, the two girls doing it were useless!! "This is a bra" puts it away "This is a nightie" puts it away. I was trying to help by asking questions but they gave me rude looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was on her way over when I left to go to the party so I said I would be home at 6, she is so pathetic. Its her first time meeting Morgan because she cracked the shits when I said that I didnt want to go to her place when we first moved back to Perth, she said I was being childish and I should just go there. It was real stupid but she told me she didnt want anythign to do with Morgan until I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;So she comes around with Morgans X-mas pressent, she is wearing a tiny mini dress!! WTF? She came here to see a baby and she wears a mini dress. So she tries to sit on the floor with him hahahaha so funny to watch. She had no idea what to do with him, but at least she was nice to him. She thinks he is gorgeous!! As do everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes around and we have to go to Matt mum for lunch, knew it would suck the moment she invited us! The babies had fun together, Uncle and Nephew.&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=uncleneph1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="481" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/uncleneph1.jpg" width="593" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lori brought up her daughter Liz that doesnt want to speak to her, and had a big cry about her. Then said she isnt coming to our engagement party because she doesnt want to. Amy isnt going either coz apparently they already have something planned, so Lori doesnt want to go because no on likes her (HOW FREAKIN OLD ARE YOU WOMAN!?) So I get angry and say "well between your family and mine we might as well just call off the party because no one wants to come" Then Lori got angry because I say no one but didnt invite all the people SHE wants there. All the people I have no idea who they are and Matt has nothing to do with. We have a limit of 50 people because we are on a buget so we want to invite only people we love and are close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Liza said we should just go to the registry and have a big bbq, as much as that is a great idea I want to wear the weddig dress. I want a small family get together and look amazing for just ONE day. Is that too much to ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my job on Monday. Didnt go back again. Anyone in Perth and thinking of sending their child to Thornlie Child Care Centre, DONT! The toys are all broken and is a major saftey hazard, the books are all ripped and fallen apart, the toilets are feral and smelt like.....Well very gross. The staff were so disorganized no one to do school runs and I was told I had to, the new staff meaning to be on close rang in dead haha nah she was in hospital but didnt ring until after she was meant to start. So I had to find someone to take her shift. It was just terrible. OH the lady in the babies room with Morgan, kept freaking out (she had 4 babies) she kept asking me to help her because its crazy in there! I had to watch all the toddlers and kindy kids plus the babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldnt do that daily so I rang up and said I wasnt coming back, she hung up on me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back to square one trying to make some money for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to all the replies to my birth story! It was great to hear your feed back and it made me feel all warm haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go anyway. We are going to watch a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-9112976826488990850?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/9112976826488990850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=9112976826488990850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9112976826488990850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/9112976826488990850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5275791669633622420</id><published>2008-11-28T19:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:44:55.838+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Labour and Birth</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share this experience with everyone, I haven't written anything gross so don't worry. It was a wonderful and kinda frightening expeirence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been awake most of the night on Tuesday from being at the hospital (a different story), once Matthew went to work (Wednesday April 23rd) and the house inspection was over I went for a sleep. It was a short nap and I woke up at 1830 with a very dull lower back pain, I passed it off as just sleeping bad yet I didn't completely ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;I went about my evening, doing house chores and starting dinner and the pain started to get more noticeable but not painful, I just noticed that it was there. I needed a cooking question answered so I rang my step mum to ask her advice, I laughed about the pain to her as I didn't think it was anything just me getting my hopes up. However by the time I got off the phone I had to stop to catch a breath through one of the pains.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew got home around 2230 and just as I was heading outside to greet him I had quite a strong pain and had to stop at the door, he joked about not going back to the hospital tonight because we were there 3 hours the night before but I said too bad because I was having contraction. The look on his face was priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for a while and Matt started timing the contraction length and time between, they were looking good, however still not as regular as we were told to look for. I rang the mid wife clinic to just ask for some advice and she said if I think I am fine at home then it probably was fine for now. Matt had gotten ready the hospital bag and the clothes and set them on the couch just in case.&lt;br /&gt;We took a shower and went to bed. It was about midnight by now and I was in a fair bit of pain, I sat up in bed while Matt tried to get some sleep. I started timing the contractions with the bedroom clock and I noticed how regular they were and that they were getting stronger. I stayed there for around an hour and a bit before I asked Matt to call the mid wife clinic again. They asked if I wanted to go in and I didn't hesitate saying yes. So Matt got everything in the car while I got dressed in between contractions.&lt;br /&gt;As we got the hospital the contractions hadn't gotten any worse but were still consistent, walking down to the ward through emergency I had to stop for each one. Once in the labour ward I was sent to a delivery room and told to get on the bed for monitoring. That is where I remained, I was quiet upset afterwards seeing as Matt and I really wanted an active labour and birth.&lt;br /&gt;The birth is really quite a blur as you can imagine so I will take you through the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;At 0200 I had an internal examination and found I was close to 5 centimeters dilated. I was happy to have that much done, without to much of a hassle. I remember asking though I don't know when, if 'this is it?' and surely enough it was.&lt;br /&gt;Matt went out to ring and let the mums know that this was it, and when he was gone both doctor and midwife urged me on to have pain killers. I kept saying no but it didn't take long for the pain to increase so I tried gas. I would make a terrible scuba diver because I can not suck through such a small space so I pushed the mask aside. Then they told me to take the pethidine, in the end I gave in to that as well. Testing Step B positive I had to have a bung in my arm for antibiotics, so before Matt got back both midwife and doctor were prodding at me to stick needles in. With a quick jab to the leg I had my pethidine, and the doctor struggled to find a vein for the drip as everyone does. When Matt got back I told him I chickened out and had the drugs, he didn't seem to mind but I felt like a wuss!&lt;br /&gt;With each contraction Matt helped me through them with positive encouragement; I feel that it really helped me with the pain. Just having him there and hearing his voice was very calming and a great motivation.&lt;br /&gt;My membranes ruptured (spontaneously) at 0325, I knew when it happened it was like what I read people saying online. They heard a popping sound. I heard it and then felt a huge gush of warm stuff cover the bed, I heard myself stating the obvious that they had broke. It happened during one of the contractions and I was so grossed out by it.&lt;br /&gt;They needed to clip the baby's head to do monitoring, so while they did that I was told to have a few deep breaths of the gas. That was a bad idea! I was breathing on it so hard I don't even remember her starting to do it. The next thing I recall was one of the biggest scares of the birth for me. Everything went completely black and dead quiet. I was aware of myself but forgot what was happening; next thing I heard was a very loud beating sound (baby's heart beat). Then slowly the rooms' voices came into the background, though I couldn't work out what everyone was saying. Then I was aware that I couldn't move and couldn't feel anything at all. I heard myself asking "What the fuck is going on?" "I can't feel anything" I heard Matt ask what I meant and I just repeated "I can't feel anything" I was so scared because I had phased out and wasn't sure what was happening. Slowly my sense of feeling came back as did my awareness of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;They put me on my left side to help monitor the baby, and with the next contraction I felt the urge to push. I told them this and heard Matt telling me "Don't push". I couldn't help it, with each contraction the bearing down sensation was too much not to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;They rolled me over to my back and sometime after they made me bring my knees up, however with each contraction I really wanted to put them straight and fought to do so. The midwives were getting very angry at me and were holding them up, I know the lady on my left was hugging my leg up – It was very warm.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know I'm getting told with the next contraction when I get that urge to push, to put my chin to my chest and push 'like I'm doing a poo'. Well I didn't need to be told because I kind of was doing it anyways just not to the max strength.&lt;br /&gt;The pushing part was very strange I thought, because I could feel everything that was happening and was aware of him being there.&lt;br /&gt;I felt when he crowned, I felt the tearing of when he started coming out more. I heard everyone shouting at me to do four good pushes, instead of screaming to keep my mouth shut and use that energy to push. I know it only took about 4 contractions to push him out, I was told I wasted contractions and could have had him out a lot quicker. I could push the first two times maybe two or three pushes but by then I felt like I was about to pass out, so stopped. I was told off and they kept telling me to keep going but I knew I couldn't on that one.&lt;br /&gt;I felt when his head was stuck, the stinging pain was so intense. I was about to give up, I really wanted to stop. I heard them saying the baby was becoming distressed, I heard Matt telling me I'm not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;On the next contraction Matt was shouting by now, demanding I pushed and not stop. I remember telling myself that I knew it was going to hurt like hell this last time, but I would rather that then have him stuck until the next contraction.&lt;br /&gt;So bearing down as hard as I could, I screamed one last time. I knew when he came out and couldn't feel anything after his head come out.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to hand him to me after, I heard someone saying I didn't want to hold him until he was clean. I heard someone ask Matt if he wanted to cut the cord, though I don't remember him giving an answer (he later told me he did). I remember opening my eyes briefly and seeing him there, but closed them again because I was still passing in and out of awareness. I heard the nurse say she was giving me something to help the placenta come out, and next thing I knew I felt a massive relief as that came out.&lt;br /&gt;Just after delivery was a blur even more, but somewhere there she checked to see if I had torn. I had second degree tearing and quite a few grazes, so she had to stitch me up. As soon as I saw the stirrups I groaned at her and started whining. The doctor (Louise) was very understanding and talked me through what she was going to do and why, yet it didn't make me want them any more then before.&lt;br /&gt;Once again she told me to take a few deep breaths of the gas before she started, again – Bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, everything was completely black and quiet. This time I fell into a dream, I was dreaming of a character from the book I'm currently reading (Fools Quest). Someone was arguing saying he didn't want to be the one to tell me, and if she started this at a certain time it will determine who told me. Then it was like the penny dropped and he said something like "See I knew it would be me". This was repeated constantly and soon just became a blurred noise to me. I slowly became aware I was dreaming, but wasn't able to come back to wakefulness. The next thing I hear was Matt's voice asking "Is she asleep?" This jolted me back to where I was and I said "What the fuck?" and swung my right leg inwards, coming to a halt just in time to stop myself from kicking Louise in the head. I saw the look on her face, she looked so scared! It took a moment for me to relax, I turned and saw Matt holding the baby and I just broke out crying. I sobbed for a minute but I was still taking in what was going on around me, I had thought it was just a dream and looking around really spooked me.&lt;br /&gt;I was fine once I settled down, I talked a little bit and was telling Louise when I could feel her stitches. I sucked on the gas a bit more but didn't go back to before. I just had a groovy effect that time and was giggling to myself, and I way laughing at how funny my voice sounded. I heard Matt ask if I wanted a hold, but I said no because I would drop him on the stuff I was breathing.&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done there, I saw Louise clean up and saw all the bloodied towels. Once they put the bottom of the bed back .. taking it off for the stitched, I quickly covered myself up with a blanket. I'm pretty sure I was laughed at for wanting to cover myself up. Some other lady came in to help give the baby his first feed, she wanted me to express a little bit into a syringe and told me to take my bra off. I groaned at that and she playfully offered to take hers off as well if it would help me relax. Matt was like "NO" but we had a good laugh. She got some colostrum in the syringe and fed it to bubs, then made a small bottle up of formula to feed him.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to the double room! I had a shower and the lady wanted to be there with me but I shooed her out of the room, I was a bit weak but I knew I could do it myself. I heard her ask if I was ok, and I'm pretty sure Matt said something about me liking long showers because then she said "oh take as long as you like".&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember what happened next, we settled in to the room where we were to stay for 48 hours. Laying in bed with Matt we spoke about what happened and he told me how proud he was. I very surprised I didn't cry when he was telling me. I think I was still in a bit of shock, I sure felt like I wanted to just cry out in happiness. I was so glad to have Matt there with me through the labour and birth; he was such a great partner. Hearing his voice next to me shouting at me to keep going and not to give up, it was very intense and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;So that is my side of the wonders of my labour and birth. I was very happy to be introduce to Morgan Neil Cartledge born April 24th 2008 at 0422, he is a little angel that was worth every painful second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5275791669633622420?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5275791669633622420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5275791669633622420' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5275791669633622420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5275791669633622420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-labour-and-birth.html' title='My Labour and Birth'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-1303593772730475831</id><published>2008-11-28T18:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:57:47.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiered post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/getajob.jpg" width="219" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a funny picture my dad emailed me today. Its so true!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all I have to say on that matter. I was at a friends house today to help clean up her house, she is having an Under Cover Wear party tomorrow. Only got the kitchen and lounge room done but did a great job, I want to find some more time to help her clean a bit more. I'm so tiered today though because I went straight to her house this morning so at like 9 am. An old friend came over for about 20 minutes, we found out that Kaylia (my friend) used to go to school with Annette, and I used to work with Annette. So it was good that we both had a mutual friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to organize our engagement party (I don't think I have said this yet), its January 17th 2009. I hope we will have enough money to cover it, now I am working we should be better off. Oh yeah, I start work Monday December 1st. I don't even have my WWCC or anything, I will need to go to the doctors for a health check, get clothes to wear. I am meant to do all this yet I start Monday...When am I meant to get the time now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simple Quiche Recipe – Makes 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;·6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;·300mls cream&lt;br /&gt;·2 sheets of pastry – Cuts into 4 per sheet&lt;br /&gt;·Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;·Tomato&lt;br /&gt;·Grated cheese&lt;br /&gt;·Bacon&lt;br /&gt;·Basically anything else that sounds good :P&lt;br /&gt;· Muffin tin to make them in. Other wise just use a quiche dish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Pre heat the oven to around 180° C&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut the mushrooms, tomato, bacon and any optional items you like up in to small chunks. Mix in the grated cheese making sure to keep everything proportioned out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix the eggs and cream in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cut the pastry sheets into fours and place each cut square into the muffin tin holes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Place the filling into the pastry.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pour or scoop the egg and cream mixture into each. Making sure not to do it to quick or it will over spill.&lt;br /&gt;7. Place in oven and cook for around 30-45 minutes or until the mixture has risen and set. Should also be nice and browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-1303593772730475831?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/1303593772730475831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=1303593772730475831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1303593772730475831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/1303593772730475831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiered-post.html' title='Tiered post'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6121718339991901194</id><published>2008-11-27T11:06:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:49:03.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=03centrum_multivits.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/peppa_anne/03centrum_multivits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started taking Centrum yesterday, trying to help my body&lt;br /&gt;because I don't eat a lot of things I need. With all this exercise I have been doing, I have completely lost my libido! Its so very depressing and I have been bringing myself to tears nightly when we go to bed. I cant imagine what Matt is going through because I cant even get aroused! I will have sex, no problems, but I'm just not getting turned on. I like sex but without all the tingles, its....Well no where near as good. If I get nothing a month from now I will be going to see a doctor, I cant live like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THANKFUL :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S EGGS N BACON TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem I read often, never forget what I have, never forget I can have worse. I am thankful Matt doesn't drink, he has quit smoking, he doesn't party, he helps when he is asked. I am so thankful that his only hobby is playing World of Warcraft. I may not be completely happy at the moment, but I am thankful.&lt;br /&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/7548801272775637513-6121718339991901194?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6121718339991901194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6121718339991901194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6121718339991901194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6121718339991901194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5899246405024913576</id><published>2008-11-26T19:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:03:54.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>At a loss!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to shout it out "I LOST 9 cms OFF MY WAIST!!" I had my first month messurements done today and from when I started I lost 9 centimetres!!! What a great win. All that hard work has paid off. I started jogging twice a week...Well trying to jog. I have gotten quite good at it, I can go about 70 metres before I have to stop!&lt;br /&gt;I will keep at it and try loose abit more before the engagment party in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5899246405024913576?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5899246405024913576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5899246405024913576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5899246405024913576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5899246405024913576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-loss.html' title='At a loss!'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-6961396024953232755</id><published>2008-11-26T10:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:18:43.508+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck and Sex</title><content type='html'>After getting the papers to fold and deliver yesterday, I read one of the papers and saw there was a child care position available about 10 minutes away. I thought I might as well try and see where it gets me. So I ring up and leave a message for Sarah to ring me back, she rings and (in a very strong Asian accent) asks if I can come in for an interview within the hour.  YAY Of course I could, so I dressed the baby and brought him with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there and she started telling me all about how she is just temping there while the coordinator is away, she had some kind of mental break down!?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even give her my resume, she didn’t ask if I have a WWCC (Working with children check), police clearance or anything. However I somehow got the job and I’m in charge of the Toddlers room. I have to write up the programs and do observations on the children. All the fun stuff L I’m happy about it though I get to be creative and do things I love. My son gets to come with me as well so that’s a bonus…I’m hoping I get staff discount for working there, what are the chances of that happening?? I’m worried though that once Morgan gets older, I will have to move from the toddlers room because I cant look after him….Maybe…..Never know though things might change by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I delivered the papers this morning, Im needing to ring up and let her know I cant do it anymore.  It was fun becase Matt came with me. I like doing things with him, to bad he spends most of his free time on his computer. He needs to ring Mens Line today, for the sake of our relationship he better ring them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a different topic, my mum. She has been seeing this guy for about 3 or so years, she is the other woman! He has a wife or girlfriend…I’m not sure but more like a life partner. She gets so angry all the time with him because he goes on benders and she doesn’t hear from him, or he stands her up. Yesterday she rang his house phone (big no no), because she hadn’t heard from him in 5 days. I mean come on mum! I want you to be happy and all that, but your involved with a guy that is never going to leave his partner and you will always come LAST! She is the other woman, he will never stand his wife up to do something with her. I don’t see why my mum is with him! Sure she might be getting sex, but doesn’t she want more? Someone to go to a café with, dance with at a pub, snuggle with in the morning? I don’t know how or why she does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-6961396024953232755?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/6961396024953232755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=6961396024953232755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6961396024953232755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/6961396024953232755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/luck-and-sex.html' title='Luck and Sex'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5779393344937759811</id><published>2008-11-25T10:08:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:31:22.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life</title><content type='html'>Mother  -in-law rang yesterday, I let it go to message bank. There was a lot of "ummm's" in her message, I think she wanted to talk to me because she knew Matt was at work at 11am in the morning. She has invited us down for a bbq on Sunday - hip hip horray....&lt;br /&gt;We have the twins 1st birthday party Saturday from 1-4 then I have an Under Cover Wear party to go to at 4. So its going to be a busy weekend for me. Poor Matt wont have much time to play World of Warcraft, he wont be too happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our 2 year anniversary today!! Well the date we set, its kinda hard to know when we started dating. It was all a hush hush for a while (gotta let the ex know nicely), So we set today so its easy to remember! Liz, his sister, thinks her and her fiance were together before me and Matt. I was there when they met - I was the reason they met. They weren't together before us.  I was meant to cook breakfast for Matt this morning but he said to cook it tomorrow because its his day off, so I guess I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said on the first post, Im going around to a family friends house tonight. Im going to see what I can do to make some money, gardening, sweeping, tidying. I also picked up my first lot of papers this morning, I have one more stack to fold then I will go deliver them in the morning tomorrow. I need money for Christmas! I will get some!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost it yesterday, I went and did a bit of shopping down at Coles. As the (quite rude) lady scanned and bagged the items I put them back in my trolley, the last item she did was 3Lts of milk. Once I got home, my jogging partner was there so I went out for a jog. When I got back I asked Matt if he got the socks I bought for him, no, I asked if he got his hair gel, no. Then I asked about my hair clip and the 2 small toys I bought for our boy, no.... I got angry thinking while I was at the post office someone stole it out my trolley while I was sorting out the parcel I needed to post. It was bag number 1, the first lot of items she packed so where was it!?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to 'lie' when I rang Coles and I said I had left my bag of shopping there. Alas I truely did leave it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what is happening to Coles, I used to work there and I would of never been so sour and rude towards customers. I sent a complaint off a few weeks ago, we went food shopping and the girl packed everything so bad. I know you get taught to pack if you work there so there is no excuss. Our bag broke while putting it in the car and smashed a jar, she had meat stuffed into one bag. She is lucky she didnt do what most do and put fresh veg in with meat, I woudl of thrown it in her face. She was nice enough but she couldnt pack! That irritates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5779393344937759811?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5779393344937759811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5779393344937759811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5779393344937759811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5779393344937759811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-life.html' title='Busy Life'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-8633294255567495589</id><published>2008-11-24T11:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:58:55.313+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Matters</title><content type='html'>I want to get onto a touchy matter here. Family. My fiance's mother to be precise, my future mother-in-law. She had a daughter at the age of 16 and she gave her up for adoption. Then 2 years later had a son - Matt (my fiance). Then 18 months later had a daughter Liz, then 26ish years later had Christian who is now 14 months old.&lt;br /&gt;Her second daughter doesnt want anything to do with her ever again. It took MONTHS for Lori (the mother) to finally get over it and move on. Thankfully because the daughter isn't going to reconcile and doesnt want anything to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;When Matt and I moved over to Bendigo his mother went a tad crazy I think. She was pregnant at the time and having relationship problems. She said he had been cheating and hitting her, he is an alchoholic spends all their morgage money on girls and beer. Matt says she probably stirred him up, he says she used to always do that with her boyfriends. Stir them up just to cause trouble. The only physical contact she accually told us about was, she was shouting and trowing something (I think) and he grabbed her to make her stop and accidentally nudged her very pregnant tummy.&lt;br /&gt;However he was caught in the car smooching with a girl. Then she followed him to a bar where he was with a girl again, she went over and yelled at him and he turned around and said "Im sorry? Do I know you?" BAHAHAHA! Thats funny I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rings us up constantly while we were over east. Threatening to kill her self, saying no one loves her. Matt doesn't love her other wise he would be in Perth with her, Im keeping her son away from her, I dont want him to be with his mother. All this crap. Im sure if you have a mother-in-law you have the same problem.  So this goes on for a few months. Then he finally leaves, or she kicks him out....?? She has no where to live, she wont ask for help, she has a new born baby.  Then after all this she pisses off her second daughters fiance and they want nothing to do with her. Then she rings us up and non stop bitches about Liz, we couldnt give a shit really. We get stuck in the middle as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 18 months of living over there Matt gets a job offer from his dad for 60k a year, we say yes he will take it and we will move back within a month. We get over here and the job falls through, leaving Matt jobless. Lucky for us we are staying at my mums and dont pay rent.&lt;br /&gt;We settle down now Matt has a job and his mum is in a nice small home about 45 minutes south, his dad 45 minutes north (note the parents have been seperated for abotu 15 years).&lt;br /&gt;His mum started coming around every fortnight to drop her son off at a centre for his father to have 4 hours with him. I was fine with this, until Matt started this job because now he works each of those weekends!!! So the first 2 times I had to have her here I made plans without her, then said sorry I wont be home.&lt;br /&gt;I got into a huge fight online with her, she was telling me how much her life sucks and how her baby would be better off without her. I said to her stop thinking so negative, think of all the good things in her life instead of the bad. Well she didnt like that. How would a 22 year old know what she has been through? She will not take advice from a 22 year old! Show some compassion. All this nasty uncalled for stuff. She then spends the night at her first daughters house for support, and tells her about the fight. The daughter agrees with me and says the same stuff I said.&lt;br /&gt;Then she rings up and asks if she can spend the night, she has to drop Christian off the next day and she is already down this way. I say yes because Im such a nice person. She says when she got here how caring and supportive Amy (daughter one) is, how she says she jsut needs to look at all the positives and be with the ones who love her. I got so angry at her and said "oh yeah?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 26 hours I am this womans slave! Make her coffee, get off my computer so she can use it, clean up the messy her baby makes, get my sons clothes for her son to wear! The list could go on. Lucky for me the next day a friend of mine that she knows (her grandsons step mum) came to the rescue. We went out to the shops and she is all buddy buddy with her, getting angry at me when I dont like things that Liza and her likes etc. Once we are home Im stuck alone with her again. Lucky she left after about 2 hours. When Matt got home I was in tears tellign him all the horrid stuff that happened. She cleaned Christians shoes with the dish cloth, then wiped up dust and dirt from the bottom of the bar stool and floor. This is the last of my cloths and she puts it back in the sink after. I felt like screaming. She will do that with the dish cloth, yet she wont drink from a coffee cup that has a small chip in it because of germs!!?? This women has troubles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-8633294255567495589?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/8633294255567495589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=8633294255567495589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8633294255567495589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/8633294255567495589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548801272775637513.post-5762689951823558416</id><published>2008-11-24T09:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:23:31.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining</title><content type='html'>I was going to start this in the new year but hey, who wants to wait? Not me I hate waiting. It kills me. I have my 7 month old son screaming in my ear because I wont give him his water, he got angry when I wiped his hands clean. Little tantrum! He has started this recently must be watching his dad, haa haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you abit about who I am, shall I?&lt;br /&gt;My childhood is a blur so I guess nothing exciting really happened. My pop died when I was either 5 or 6 and then the next person to die was my Uncle when I was about 17 I think. Personally I think he was murdered, I mean I heard he was about to leave my Aunty for another woman. Then the next thing you know he is electrocuted, coincident?&lt;br /&gt;I worked in Child Care for 2 years age 16-18 I had a boyfriend during that time, April 1! It was a joke from the begining. Then at 18 I went up north to Kununurra to visit my dad and step mum, I said goodbye to the boyfriend at the airport later to tell him on the phone that was my way of ending it with him. He cried alot and hassled me for a bit.  I slept around a bit while up there. ALOT of things happened. Might go into this abit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back I was 20. I started working at Sizzler and met a wonderful man, unfortunatley he was engaged to a not so special girl. Him and I became friends and had alot in common, he set me up on the online game World of Warcraft. We spoke a bit online and he started saying how he is having problems etc. Long story short, he turned up one day and said he had left her (I almost pissed my self laughing) he stayed for a bit because he needed someone to talk to. I was on her side might I add, trying to see things from her point of view. A few days later he said he was giving them another chance, he said he wanted her to be ok with him being my friend. She said not a chance. He came over and was talking to me again. I started to cry and turned my back on him out of embarrassment, he asked what is wrong and I said I had fallen for him. He asked why I hadnt said something. Then he said he will leave her for good but this time he is leaving her for me. Oh how romantic. Trust me its the last romantic thing he did haa haa!&lt;br /&gt;We moved to Bendigo Victoria to get away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;About 2 years later we are back here with a little boy. We got engaged when we got back.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are having some small troubles at the moment but we are working on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not working and its horrid! I love to make money. I have been working myself into depression trying to think of a way to earn my own money. I start a tiny paper route this week. I also am going around to a family friends house to help out cleaning and gardening. I hate Christmas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548801272775637513-5762689951823558416?l=morgansmummy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/feeds/5762689951823558416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7548801272775637513&amp;postID=5762689951823558416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5762689951823558416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548801272775637513/posts/default/5762689951823558416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmummy.blogspot.com/2008/11/begining.html' title='The Begining'/><author><name>MorgansMummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392655182208480390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQzAWjtrb80/S80mLbFxKbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NYc3NELdx8U/S220/macro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
