<?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-25608887</id><updated>2011-07-17T11:54:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything matters...</title><subtitle type='html'>This page is all about everything that matter and everything that doesn’t at the same time.  It is all about what happens around us and to us, it is what we hear, say, see and do. This page is not designed to judge or cause emotional harm to others, but it is to question why!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-3268857748361342213</id><published>2007-05-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:54:27.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Otter Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RlBuMRkiAVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/idXnNn_K_XU/s1600-h/P5190258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670737945919826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RlBuMRkiAVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/idXnNn_K_XU/s320/P5190258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Little Baby Otter rescued and cared for by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BC's&lt;/span&gt; Mummy!  They think the little Otter is a girl and called it Topaz. Topaz is friendly and love to eat dead chick's yum yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-3268857748361342213?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/3268857748361342213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=3268857748361342213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/3268857748361342213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/3268857748361342213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-is-otter-cute.html' title='She Is Otter Cute'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RlBuMRkiAVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/idXnNn_K_XU/s72-c/P5190258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-7196529883516210532</id><published>2007-05-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:01:35.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Thrill 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RkdR65P1pqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HC8mjAf-tWo/s1600-h/brett4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064106378242926242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RkdR65P1pqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HC8mjAf-tWo/s320/brett4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All boy's want to be James Bond, but only a few look the part like BC xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-7196529883516210532?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/7196529883516210532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=7196529883516210532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/7196529883516210532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/7196529883516210532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/05/ready-to-thrill-007.html' title='Ready to Thrill 007'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lnnjjbx0fHo/RkdR65P1pqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HC8mjAf-tWo/s72-c/brett4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117477111894915141</id><published>2007-03-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:22:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For the break that will make it OK&lt;br /&gt;There's always some reason to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction or a beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memories seep from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the Angel far away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference, escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe&lt;br /&gt;In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the Angel far away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117477111894915141?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117477111894915141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117477111894915141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117477111894915141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117477111894915141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/03/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117477051048569595</id><published>2007-03-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:08:30.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do Broken Hearts Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know it's been some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But there's something on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You see I haven't been the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since that cold November day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We said wee needed space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But all we found was an empty place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the only things I learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is that I need you desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So here I amAnd can you please tell me (oh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do broken hearts goCan they find their way home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to the open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a love that's waiting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if somebody loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Won't they always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know that you still care for me&lt;br /&gt;I've been around enough to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That dreams don't turn to gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And that there is no easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No you just can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And what we had was so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Than we ever had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And no matter how I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And can you please tell me (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do broken hearts go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can they find their way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to the open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a love that's waiting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if somebody loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Won't they always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know that you still care for me&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am here with youI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'ll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And now I know, now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do broken hearts go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can they find their way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to the open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a love that's waiting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if somebody loves youWon't they always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know that you still care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do broken hearts go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can they find their way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to the open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a love that's waiting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if somebody loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Won't they always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know that you still care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For meYou still care for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117477051048569595?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117477051048569595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117477051048569595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117477051048569595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117477051048569595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-do-broken-hearts-go.html' title='Where Do Broken Hearts Go'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117468975231392969</id><published>2007-03-23T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T16:42:32.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever get The Feeling When Somthing Is Not Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been getting such a feeling with work and a few other things that something is not right.  It is the feeling that you are being lied to or being used in some way.  Well I have had the suspicion that I am targeted for redundancy after I come back of maternity leave. The reason for this is I have consistently been turned down for training that is directly related to my job three times in a row and they are now just started to be overly critical about my work when there was not a problem before and where training would also improve my competency at work.  Then I received information from a number of sources stating that they are going to close my project down (this is only based on rumour as I cannot prove that this information is correct), this would leave a significant hole within the community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They plan to close down all of the youth projects in my local authority and build one larger centre, expecting young people to travel far to attend a youth project, worker to be employed to work outside as out reach workers to replace these centre projects.  What’s the problem you may ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well since they are likely to be replacing the four evening a week building based project to one evening a week outside project, reaching a minority who gather in large groups. Well I will leave the rest for you to reach your own conclusions whether you think this is a good idea, or if it is another local government saving devise, who know this may work, I hope it does.  However the groups will still be there and if they are about to cause problems or engage in unlawful behaviour then the workers will with draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This information is also heavily denied by local government and I have already been threatened to be reprimanded by my superiors for asking questions about this information, also to go looking for such information to prove what is really going on. We will see in the next 6 monthss if this youth project is closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117468975231392969?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117468975231392969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117468975231392969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117468975231392969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117468975231392969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/03/ever-get-feeling-when-somthing-is-not.html' title='Ever get The Feeling When Somthing Is Not Right?'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117183166746787608</id><published>2007-02-18T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:47:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Duckling Trauma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I read and article that if you read to your child while in the womb it will help it to recognise your voice and promote it’s development.  So I went out and bought some children’s story book to read to my unborn son. So I thought I’d give it a go and read one of my favourite stories the Ugly Duckling. So  I’m there just reading the story quietly to myself sitting in a Burger King fighting back the tears as I am reading that the other duck are plucking the Ugly Ducking alive and then he runs away and say’s to himself that he is so ugly he wishes himself dead.  If that is not enough towards the end of the story he see other swans and he thinks they are so beautiful he approaches them.  At this point he says he does not care if they kill him because he is so ugly! Well there is me sobbing like a ninny into my chips………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am reading Buzzy Bear and the Three Little Pigs out loud in the evening before I go to bed, so hopefully the little one will not grow up to disturbed.  Well the baby still has to endure Green Day, Black Lab, Scissor Sisters and D12. I refused to be subjected to classical music especially there is very few pieces that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117183166746787608?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117183166746787608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117183166746787608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117183166746787608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117183166746787608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/02/ugly-duckling-trauma.html' title='Ugly Duckling Trauma!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117182840634255541</id><published>2007-02-18T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:54:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father and Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/1600/242279/scan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/320/446000/scan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After showing my mother the most recent scan she seams to think there is already a close resemblance to his dad. I must admit I looked at my mum and asked you can see that from a fuzzy scan picture? Then I thought may be it would be a good idea to get my eyes checked, I hope he looks like his dad as he has beautiful brown eyes. Well we will see how much he is like his dad as he grows up, but one thing is for sure he is going to have a cool little life. As we plan to take him snowboarding, power kiting, mountain boarding and if he wants to mix them all up it is up to him. He will have a Nanny that will knit his jumpers and spoil him rotten and another Nanny who has lots of animals, from snakes, owls, dogs, pony’s, cows, goats and the list goes on. He will be a lucky little boy! One of the long lists of things to do before he gets here is to think of names. I was thinking Charles James C so he has his dads surname but he has the male version of my name as a first name, but I don’t think BC is keen, or Elliot so when he is older we can leave messages on his mobile phone. Elliot phone home, lol, well the quest continues! I am sure we can think of something not to embarrassing for the little one to live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117182840634255541?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117182840634255541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117182840634255541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182840634255541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182840634255541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-father-and-son.html' title='Like Father and Son!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117182714317912432</id><published>2007-02-18T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:57:24.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well on Valentines Day BC and I found out that we will be having a little boy, after convincing ourselves it will be a girl. When we went to for the scan and we saw that it was obvious that we were having a little boy, though it was a surprise, but I am looking forward to seeing what he looks like and our first cuddle. The scan has told us that our little boy is going to be a big boy he is already over the average length and weighs 1bl 1oz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a good thing as we also found out during the second internal scan that I have the start of pre-eclampsia, which means that the baby will likely to be delivered early. It also means that I will have more scans and more appointments to see the midwife. I am a little scared as the condition is dangerous for me and the baby, but on a lighter note at least they discovered the condition early so it can be monitored closely, I half expected this to happen as it is hereditary and I have a family history of pre-eclampsia. So my advice if you are offered a second internal scan, do it because you will be better prepared and you will know what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117182714317912432?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117182714317912432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117182714317912432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182714317912432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182714317912432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-117182471804178758</id><published>2007-02-18T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:51:58.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well in trying to cut through traffic and save money, BC has bought back his Bandit (it is a motorbike) from his brother.  So I now feel like I have a new tough boyfriend in his sexy leathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-117182471804178758?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/117182471804178758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=117182471804178758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182471804178758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/117182471804178758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2007/02/biker-boy.html' title='Biker Boy!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-116558991620597191</id><published>2006-12-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:06:02.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary 3D Scan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/1600/12756/BABY_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/320/256630/BABY_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/1600/93541/BABY_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/320/535303/BABY_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-116558991620597191?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/116558991620597191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=116558991620597191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116558991620597191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116558991620597191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/12/scary-3d-scan.html' title='Scary 3D Scan'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-116558967353365597</id><published>2006-12-08T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T06:59:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/1600/713043/BABY_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5086/2678/320/513590/BABY_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has been a while but I did not want to add anything to my Blog until well I had a change to catch up with some friends, far and wide and tell them the news before I announced it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the news you say? Well BC and I will be having a baby on June19th 07, it was something that either of us did not expect and has already made a big impact on our lives. The other big news is that my twin sister JC will be having a baby in the early part of June 07. JC and I have shared so much in our lives, for instance toys, presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sweet etc…. why not this. It will be good to share this experience with JC and since she is a few weeks ahead of me I will have a better idea of that is going to happen in advance. As to what kind of mum I will make well just have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-116558967353365597?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/116558967353365597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=116558967353365597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116558967353365597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116558967353365597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-news.html' title='Some News!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-116276221495283271</id><published>2006-11-05T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:30:14.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeds Castle Fireworks Display</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I thought I’d share mine and new boyfriend’s (BC) evening out at Leeds Castle, Well BC bought tickets to Leeds Castle for me as a treat and the cost about £14.00 so not cheep.  Well we got there not too much traffic and we parking was straight forward. We parked up left the car and walked towards the fairground and display area, which again was straight forward enough.  So we are there thinking ok well lets teat ourselves to a hot drink and a hot dog type thing.  So we went of course to the speciality sausages section as you do! We placed our order and besides the outstanding levels of customer service that we received we walked away with one very sad burnt sausage and two hot drinks. We had a look at the sad fair that they had on offer played a doggy game and won a disturbing deformed boxing dog teddy bear thingy, they went to find some where to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invicta Radio we the PA’s for the evening and so we endured them for a while and a laser show which was unimaginative and repeated it’s self every 5mins. So there we were waiting for the start of the fireworks and listening to Queen for the 4th time and the announcement came on the PA system the fireworks will be displayed in 15mins. 15mins later they came on again the fireworks will start in 20mins.  By this point the crowd is getting a little peed off, so this keeps happening and after the 3rd time with the DJ’s delaying the display because they were waiting for the people arriving late getting to display. The crowd became a little more fed up waiting in the cold, it got to the point of the 5th announcement delaying the fireworks a third of the crowd decided to boo them off, which was quite funny, especially as they were annoying anyway. Both DJ’s must have thought oh shit, because there was only one announcement after that saying that the fireworks were starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were big and pretty being set off over the castle, you could see that the fireworks were expensive.  The disappointment came when 20mins into the display that this cloud of smoke filled the air above and other fireworks were getting lost in these thick plumes of smoke. Luckily a breeze came and blew some of the smoke away and the other fireworks could be seen, the display lasted about an hour and a half with continuous fireworks one after another being set off which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the display we all made the mad dash to the car, walking back to the car took about 20mins due to the large crowd of 18000, but getting out of the car park took 2hours, by this point BC was a little grumpy and needing the little boys room. We got home about 11 o’clock when we should have got home about 8ish. Needless to say we will probably go to the free local display next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-116276221495283271?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/116276221495283271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=116276221495283271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116276221495283271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116276221495283271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/11/leeds-castle-fireworks-display.html' title='Leeds Castle Fireworks Display'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-116238665472505965</id><published>2006-11-01T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:10:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon</title><content type='html'>If you've read the book and like it, the film is out soon here is the link &lt;a href="http://www.eragonmovie.com/main.html?cid=us"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt;. The film looks good even if you didn't like the book, so if there are any one is up for seeing the film it comes out on the 15th December 06, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-116238665472505965?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/116238665472505965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=116238665472505965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116238665472505965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/116238665472505965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/11/eragon.html' title='Eragon'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115887626222464499</id><published>2006-09-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:06:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is That Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/Milly0506-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/Milly0506-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cat is a pain in the ass, for some reason she think that coming into my room in the morning and trash it. I believe she is looking for a mouse, however I think her past expirence with electricity should have taught her a lesson. As last christmas Milly thought it would be a good idea to bite through the christmas tree lights when they were on, well needless to say she go the shock of her life and ended up at the other side of the room, it was funny. Don't worry she has not learnt her lesson and still bite's through my MP3 wires, computer wires etc..... the little bugger, but she is cute, with fryed wiskers and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115887626222464499?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115887626222464499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115887626222464499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887626222464499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887626222464499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-is-that-mouse.html' title='Where Is That Mouse'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115887521957242537</id><published>2006-09-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:46:59.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drusillars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/P9020035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/P9020035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Drusillars Zoo Park, with the kids while on a residential weekend and I took this pic, I thought it was funny. It remineded me of see no evil, hear no evil speck no evil and hide when some thing sacry comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115887521957242537?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115887521957242537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115887521957242537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887521957242537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887521957242537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/drusillars.html' title='Drusillars'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115887411928122868</id><published>2006-09-21T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:28:39.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Hay We Are The Monkey's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/DSCF0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/DSCF0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The are some really cool things to see at London Zoo and you can get close to most of the animials.  It is even better if you have some to share it with, I had my little Bretter's laugh and talk to the animals with :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115887411928122868?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115887411928122868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115887411928122868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887411928122868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887411928122868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/hay-hay-we-are-monkeys.html' title='Hay Hay We Are The Monkey&apos;s'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115887356651847494</id><published>2006-09-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:34:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Otters Looking Innocent While Eating Little Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/DSCF0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/DSCF0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/DSCF0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/DSCF0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115887356651847494?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115887356651847494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115887356651847494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887356651847494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887356651847494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-otters-looking-innocent-while.html' title='Little Otters Looking Innocent While Eating Little Mice'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115887303590670783</id><published>2006-09-21T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:35:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modle Otter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/DSCF0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/320/DSCF0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend went to London Zoo while we both snatched some time off together, it was a lovely day and after a 4 mile walk we managed to find London Zoo. There was this cheeky chappie modleing for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115887303590670783?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115887303590670783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115887303590670783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887303590670783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115887303590670783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/modle-otter.html' title='Modle Otter'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115797411943801839</id><published>2006-09-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T05:09:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Novelty Cakes Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/1600/P9170209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5086/2678/200/P9170209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two of my most closest and treasured friends mum has baked me a Novelty Cake for my up and coming birthday. If you have logged on to A World Call Catastrophe you may spot a picture of me holding a spout from a Tea Pot cake, this was made my Rhub and Neths mum. The spout looks like a, well a small winky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The cake was made for Neth’s daughters birthday party, you may ask why is the Neth’s mum making phallic novelty cakes for her granddaughter, who cares! All I did was ask her to make me one and she did! Pictures will be posted on to my page soon. The cake is a lighthouse and it looks really good, I only wished my late grandmother, made me birthday cakes like that when I was young. Though my mum has made some nice cakes for my birthday, but alas not as funny as Neth and Rhub’s mum’s cakes, she is a true geniuses at making novelty birthday cakes. A big thank you Neth &amp;amp; Rhub’s mum. xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115797411943801839?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115797411943801839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115797411943801839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115797411943801839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115797411943801839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-novelty-cakes-ever.html' title='The Best Novelty Cakes Ever!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-115797398754010309</id><published>2006-09-11T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:26:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, Sorry for the Delay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been away from the Blog page well for lot’s of reasons, mainly because I got fed up sitting under the stairs and also I have not have had a lot of free time lately. I have been busy with my new job but also with my new boyfriend, well all my free time is spent sleeping or spending it with my boyfriend. Most people would say it is unhealthy spending too much time together in the first few months, well we have so much in common it is like have a best friend and a lover all rolled in to one.  Well we have been going out together I think for about four months and things are going well. So well in fact that he is coming snowboarding with me to the USA in January 07, which should be fun.  The only problem is that when we go power kiting he worries and fusses when I fall over. To all that know me, you will know that I am always hurting myself and that all of my snowboarding holidays always end up with swollen knees and abundance of colourful bruising.  What he doesn’t know is that I am more worried about him, well you know being a man they wince at the slightest graze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-115797398754010309?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/115797398754010309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=115797398754010309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115797398754010309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/115797398754010309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-sorry-for-delay.html' title='I&apos;m Back, Sorry for the Delay!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114919188715484059</id><published>2006-06-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:10:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you ever feel that you need to be somewhere else? I am kinda at that place now, always wanting to be somewhere else. You may think that I must have a shit life to be feeling this way, but I actually don’t , I have a good life. I have a job that I do care about, a family and friends that I love, I earn enough money to afford some pleasures in life. So I do not have a shit life at all, but all the same there is something missing and it has been missing for a long time now. So why feel like this you say, well I think it is because I do not feel complete and I have no idea how to complete or what direction to go in to start on the path to complete it. You may say that it is the simple urges like get boyfriend, get married and have babies would be a good start, but some how I don’t think that would be enough. Yes I would love to meet a man that think and feels a lot for me and to be honest I would love to have kids, but in all honesty the way my life is going that these things are not likely to happen, well any time soon. No there is something else missing and I think that might be harmony. You may think harmony? What is this chick on about? Well do you ever look around and see people getting on , not couples with their tongues down each others throats, no just that people are being nice to each other , you know just people taking a genuine interest in each other appreciating what the other is saying instead of people shutting each other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now probably think this person just needs a good shag or religion? I don’t think I am in the need of either, but like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/b/blackeyedpeaslyrics/whereisthelovelyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Black Eyed Pees I am thinking where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think I have lost my faith and I have been loosing it for a long time now, well since I started to think this way and I think that would be as young as six year old and as each decade ticks on , this feeling gets worse. I think that perhaps if I leave this country I would feel better, but I am unsure if this would be the case, then I thought if I shut myself away, would the feelings go away? That would be avoiding the problem. I get angry like the next and I have my off days but I would never stab or shoot someone, I question everyday why on earth would someone walk out there door and do such things. I see kids screaming in the street and even heard them say were are going on the terrorise some people. I mean what the hell is that all about? Kids, deliberately going out there to create fear in other peoples lives because they do not like the look of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halley’s Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flick on the news and there is no good news, just misery people kill each other, or trying to out do someone else, for example I heard an interview, the other day. This DJ was interviewing Halley Barrie, she was with Hugh Jackman, anyway this DJ said (who is white) starting to say to Halley whilst imitating an America accent, something like “I am a Blackman” and he didn’t understand why she would be upset. I am a white person and it pissess off when people say things like that. They are being racist and hurt full, I question what Halley did to this person, besides being a successful, beautiful woman? Why would someone deliberately go out to offend people and why one earth do the mass populace think its funny? Also why Hugh Jackman did not support his co-worker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do not feel like suicide at this moment in time, I do wonder how can we change the world. There are some many causes and you are wondering where to start, especially when there are major fat cats still taking the cream of the top in charities.&lt;br /&gt;How does one person change the world without the plight consuming them? Dose the life really have feel lifeless? When will people stand up . Can one voice start the change and unit against all atrocities around the world. There are so many questions that I don’t think can be answered and like most people feel lost in the wilderness of what we call life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114919188715484059?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114919188715484059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114919188715484059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114919188715484059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114919188715484059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the Love?'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114919158110059131</id><published>2006-06-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:09:29.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Date in Iraq!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So this guy in Iraq, I wrote to him for over two months and the letters were positive, I thought he liked me, he said, like most men do, I will ring you, well yes you guessed right he didn’t. Instead he sent a general e-mail to his friends and included me in it, saying, hi I am back home safe and sound in Blighty. I sent an e-mail back a few days after because I really like this guy but did not want to scare him off. I said welcome back made a brief reference to the world cup, I’ve had no response and no phone call, why do guys make all the signals to say they like you, even their friends come up to you and say he really likes you. These guys are not teenagers by the way they are all in their late 30’s! So why would he say it was a really nice surprise to get and e-mail and letters and that he would ring me and then nothing?&lt;br /&gt;I really do not get men, though I am hurt, I am also determined to get back out there and find someone to share my life with and perhaps to gallop off in to the sunset with my knight in shinning armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still clinging on to the belief that there are some nice intelligent kind, honest men are still out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114919158110059131?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114919158110059131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114919158110059131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114919158110059131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114919158110059131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/06/up-date-in-iraq.html' title='Up Date in Iraq!'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114502889080047415</id><published>2006-04-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:43:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns Perception on Femininity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Going back to the Girly Girl thing, well Girly Girls are not feminine they are a waste of space, that also do not have a sense of style! Real women are intelligent, that look out for other women like their sisters, they are also supportive and give encouragement to others as well as giving meaningful complements. Real women are not deceitful or unforgiving, they come in all shapes and sizes, the do not look like a wanabe Sindy clone. They have their own expressive style, personalities, grace and identity. Even if someone is a bit of a tom boy or has other interest other than material things, this does not detract her from her femininity! So to all those who love real women and all those who are a real woman, with her inner feminine beauty, stand up and be counted, lets celebrate your beautiful qualities, also pass them on to the next generation of real women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114502889080047415?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114502889080047415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114502889080047415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502889080047415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502889080047415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/clowns-perception-on-femininity.html' title='Clowns Perception on Femininity'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114502883863839933</id><published>2006-04-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:33:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clowns Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I went out a short while ago for dinner with them, the restaurant was really nice, but as always there behaviour was awful, shouting derogatory statements to the guys to the table next to us. Anyway they got on to the subject of why two recent group members have been staying away lately. These guys we will call the hobbits, they are two gay guys and they are nice people. They started discussing why they hadn’t been in touch lately, this was to do with the matriarchal member of the group having a dinner party and when they arrived some members of the group were snorting cocaine. The Hobbits were offended by this so made there excuses and left and have not been seen or heard of since. The clowns thought the Hobbits were intolerant and were disgusted by there behaviour. The conversation went on and one clown said well I wouldn’t take drugs but I wouldn’t care if any one else did. I pointed out that she has taken drugs on several occasions and it was not coffee or cigarettes, but cannabis both eaten and smoked. The clowns reply was well that’s not really a drug is it? And I have only had a few puffs at a time as it blows my mind away. I wanted to say well actually cannabis is still illegal and has more carcinogenic than a normal cigarette, it also can, if you are predisposed to mental health problems cause psychosis. It has also been documented that a person has died of THC poisoning ( I saw a new report a few years ago on ITV, this guy had it on his death certificate) At this stage I did not want to be subjected to the groups disapproval and ignored the comment. I have since blown this group out from further encounters as I feel that these clowns are not worth it, however I have signed my self up for a charity run with them sometime ago. I will still do the run as I have raise quite a bit now, but after the run I think I will be avoiding them like the plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114502883863839933?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114502883863839933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114502883863839933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502883863839933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502883863839933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/clowns-dinner.html' title='The Clowns Dinner'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114502871199366006</id><published>2006-04-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:31:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack Down Those Clowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Smack down those clowns is dedicated to pointless people who find it difficult to think independently from the group. I sometimes associate with a group of females that I used to think of as friends, that was until mid last year, when my whole perception was changed. Every group has its scapegoat , where the group will blame or tolerate that person for just being part of the group. Anyway the scapegoat, finally gave the matriarchal figure of the group enough ammunition to expel her from the group it was either that or be subject to a telling off. As if anyway has the right to publicly humiliate someone else. Anyway the scapegoat eventually moved to Brighton I think, at this point I felt sorry for the scapegoat and tried to point out that all this nastiness wasn’t needed or justified. This was the point when my perception of the group changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well it has been well over a year now and though I am still loosely part of the group, I try not to associate with them too much now. They consider themselves “Girly Girls” and are quite proud of the fact, they have also taken it upon themselves to put me down and dehumanise and de-feminise me, with their comments. You are probably thinking why to I hang out with these people? Well the long and short of the answer is, I don’t have a lot of female friends that are single any more or that do not have the responsibility of kids. So this makes it difficult to meet new people (guys) so I guess I use these clowns in the hope of meeting Mr Right for Me. Unfortunately this has had the reversed affect, since these clowns are cruel, crass, ignorant, self-indulgent and vulgar, this has meant that I have been I have had some unpleasant experiences, when I have gone out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114502871199366006?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114502871199366006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114502871199366006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502871199366006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114502871199366006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/smack-down-those-clowns.html' title='Smack Down Those Clowns'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114496042504171458</id><published>2006-04-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:33:45.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is another good one when you are feeling down and you are in need of an &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/s/sarahmclachlanlyrics/angellyrics.html"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114496042504171458?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114496042504171458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114496042504171458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114496042504171458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114496042504171458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-another-good-one-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114496016952190128</id><published>2006-04-13T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:29:29.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>When you think the world is getting you down think of a friend that you like having around, &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/phil-collins/108047.html"&gt;check out these lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, it's like a warm baked cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114496016952190128?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114496016952190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114496016952190128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114496016952190128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114496016952190128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/true-colours.html' title='True Colours'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114486374822924757</id><published>2006-04-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:48:18.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had a two day job interview, which left me exhausted and adequately full of abundance of respect , gratitude from the wisdom which the youngling of which I will tell you about, have passed on to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well as I stated I went for a job interview, a short while a go for a job at a special school, these younglings have a wide and varied needs from dyslexia to autism. Some of these younglings have difficulties in being able to connect with their own peer group partly due to there emotional intelligence being lower than average. Anyway part of the two day gruelling interview we had to deliver a lesson on being safe, so my lesson was about being safe with other younglings. The lesson was going well had the younglings shouting out their ideas and happily taking part in the lesson. They felt safe and confident, so much so they started to correct my spelling. I myself have dyslexia so spelling can be a problem sometimes, but even so I was surprised that they were saying you spelt such and such wrong! It goes to show that it does not matter how far you come or what you learnt, do not underestimate those who you think need your help as it is more likely you yourself that needs help. It was a good day even though I did not get the job, sometimes you need moments like these to put things into perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114486374822924757?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114486374822924757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114486374822924757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114486374822924757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114486374822924757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/job-interview.html' title='The Job Interview'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25608887.post-114468850816500304</id><published>2006-04-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:04:36.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blond on Blond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, this site is dedicated to the thing that I see and hear and interpret around me accordingly . I feel that it is only fair to give a description of myself and the innate workings of my peculiar life. I am a 5ft 9and ¾ female with weight in proportion to height, I am fair skinned, that is peppered with freckles. I have light blue eyes that change to green depending upon my mood. By the way green is get out of my way because I am upset and could do something scary, I also do not rely on the amount of gamma radiation for my strength or how much damage I could do if really pushed. My natural hair colour used to be blond, but because of the cloud cover of the country that I reside in is, well a mousy brownish in colour. I have extensive trips to an over priced hairdressers in chave’s vile, which allows me to blend into the rest of the population relatively unnoticed. Yes, I am blond, but I am a two toned blond!&lt;br /&gt;I have a strange sense of humour which I only understand, I have also the inept ability to attract the missing link of man. However I feel that I am probably not the only one, so if there are any others that are experiencing the same problems, please get in contact so we can set up a support group. As like most people out there I have my off days, which I call my blond moments. These moments that are not unique to me. These are days when we all feel that we cannot move forward and we some how make what we feel the bizarre blunders in our life, for no godly reason, we are the victim of our own stupidity and our self serving vanity or just plain doziness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minerva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see from my name that I have chosen is the Roman goddess of love, probably the furthest from the truth, if you went the furthest form the truth, then went a little more further, you might be near the furthest from the truth as I am at. However Minerva is a cool name and if I had her goddess abilities to attract fineness specimens of man I would be very happy, but unfortunately like the rest of the population I was blessed with some attributes and cursed with others, mainly the extraordinary ability to attract complete imbeciles that only function with the help of their loins. I firmly believe that their productive organs are responsible for not only their ability to chose or procreate but for the whole of their cardiovascular and pulmonary systems that enable them to live. In most people the brainstem area is usually responsible for you breathing and for the oxygenated blood being adequately distributed around the body. However you try and understand their ability to breath or even communicate in their primitive ways, you will draw a blank in your conclusions and perhaps this is the way it is meant to be. Who knows? But is does make for some funny stories and some of which I will tell you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I went on a skiing holiday with a group of army boys, which believe in going to Iraq is a good idea, because they can put into practise from what they have learnt. Do you know, I always thought there was a good reason why America and UK went to war! Anyway this is a fact, strange I know, but it is what they believe or what they are made to believe, who knows and as long as it is not my ass that is not being shot at who cares. Anyway these guys are priceless, they are absolute gems! I plucked up the courage to sit with these guys, mainly because they were the only ones in the bar at the time and I did not want to look like a complete Norma. So I asked politely if they if I could join them. They said no, so I sat down. Anyway I joined in the conversation, they were talking about skiing and I was contributing by taking about my day snowboarding. At the time I was explaining why I was not progressing as I would like because I was tired, this was due to the fact of the level of noise inside and outside of the room. They promptly asked what noise? I tried to explain in a nice way that my room mate was, well snoring quiet loudly. This was later on the biggest mistake of which I could of made. Anyway one plucky guy, spoke up, all you need is a good hard shag! Which was a huge disappointment, because up until that point I thought he had a indefinable moody sex appeal thing going on, despite the fact he looked like Freddy Mercury (lip rat included). It was at this point the killed all the sexy little fantasies that I was having about him, which promptly faded away. So I took the line of not being offended and ripped him to shreds verbally, as unbeknown to him I work with 11-25 year olds and part of the work that I carry out is sexual health, he he he! So I then point out why are men obsessed with their little winkies, I mean it is like they are obsessed from the day they are born. For the first few months of their lives they are trying to rip it of, then from then on they are constantly playing with it and checking it is still there, as if it is going any where! Well after my rant and being laughed at by several people he left. It left me feeling righteousness and victorious, I also hoped that this would have taught him a valuable lesson, oh no! this was not to be the case.  On the way back to the airport he sat next to me, which as gluten for punishment I was please that he did. I was complaining of the lack of room that we had, as it was causing major discomfort for my knees as I had managed to sprained both of my knees, which were badly bruised and swollen by the way. He took this as a cheap shot at him and he was a bit snappy. So to defuse the situation, by saying, the people who design these coaches do not think about any one over 5 ft 7inch tall and if I was double jointed I would wrap my legs around my neck and well you guessed it! He said well if I would have known earlier things could have been different…..? Do guys really think that this is the preferred and successful way of talking to the opposite sex? Anyway the Neandertal is back in Iraq and I managed to get his e-mail and have been writing to him these past three months. He said he will phone me when he gets back home, who knows, he’s a bit of a gormless prick, but I actually like him for some unexplained reason. Anyway for all my friends warnings to stay away, I am drawn to the fire and undoubtedly will get burnt. This I will put down to a prolonged side effect of my blondness or just plain stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25608887-114468850816500304?l=lacewings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/feeds/114468850816500304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25608887&amp;postID=114468850816500304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114468850816500304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25608887/posts/default/114468850816500304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacewings.blogspot.com/2006/04/blond-on-blond.html' title='Blond on Blond'/><author><name>Minerva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08041647660811368664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
