tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72373007552048703822024-02-21T23:25:51.637+11:00This Is MeI can't write a description without it coming off all morbid and depressing or falsely bright...so the plan is to do something every week that makes me feel happy, and makes me take stock of whats around. So count down begins...52Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-55181069107687740872010-01-11T07:59:00.002+11:002010-01-11T08:05:14.430+11:00Well Now That Was A Bust...52I thought the first week of my new "leash on life" would be easy, I started a new career HELLO?!?! Can you say exciting? Except of course it wasn't, the job was fine, the people were fine, everything was fine, except me. <br /><br />I woke up on Tuesday and felt a little depressed and anxious. Wednesday I was near hysterical, thursday I had off because my doctor told me to, and by Friday morning I was in my car hiding out and frantically trying to tell them "I Quit" while choking on tears.<br /><br />So my first week was a bust, I'm now unemployed with no foreseeable end to that unemployment. I've haven't been like this in seven years, I've always had a plan, and now I don't know what to do except see the psychologist on Wednesday that the doctor referred me to. <br /><br />And if worse comes to worse at least I'll have a little padded cell of my own...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-54364736954797915842010-01-02T18:31:00.004+11:002010-01-02T18:53:30.470+11:00Happy New Year!!!<div style="text-align: left;">Its 2010!!! I know, I know it's been 2010 for two whole days now but honestly it only just occurred to me that its 2010!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Its 2010, seriously, where did the last year go? Alot of stuff happened last year, two shows, started and kinda dropped out of uni, quit my job of the last seven years, got a new job (starts Monday) got a new cat, got new stuff, had a car accident (minor) met heaps of new people, lost touch with others... it feels like all this stuff has happened and I've been too busy watching it to really take stock of any of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The year is gone and I feel like I missed it somehow...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>In Two days time I'm going to be starting my new job. I'm also going to start taking notice of things. Take a moment of each day to look around at it all and remember the important things. Not get bogged down in all the little crap of life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I think I need to do something. Like a promise, something like every week, I promise to do something important, go somewhere, see something, meet someone. And every week do something different. and then blog about it all here, to keep that promise. I don't want it to be 2011 and me wondering what happened in the last year...</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTvlHjMmeLj26t74Di4EyFTCPgatiZIVGTms5baeg05ogX5IlaZp5163dbODTFNhyphenhyphenaJJ-P_KpFXayy-wbAd4NI8CbyV_Cp2ZdogA7FHQUa8XBUT7ZJkmwZk_ax4NotTDQfAaae4xNMtM/s200/Blurry+mum.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422047061785418994" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-35835807668721688692009-05-20T11:05:00.002+10:002009-05-20T11:18:36.804+10:00WhoopsOkay so admittedly it has been a while since I posted anything here, but in my defense I am spending most of my non blogging time running around like a wool-less sheep in winter!!!!<br /><br />Firstly can I just say that working full time and studying full time, was/is/ may possibly always be a stupid idea... I feel tired all the time, I'm up until late every night, (and yes I know that to some people 11:30pm is not necessarily late but let me just state that I was never one of those party all night gals, and that's late enough for me :( )<br /><br />Secondly rehearsals for the Bankstown Theatrical Society's production of <a href="http://www.btsinc.org/now%20playing.htm">Miss Saigon</a>, are well and truly in swing, (if you're in town come along and if you have 15 friends you can drag with you you'll get discounted tickets!) But of course rehearsals seem remarkably well timed to correspond with the due dates of my assignments, I sense some evil demi-goddess trickery afoot with that one.<br /><br />And finally guitar lessons have taken a turn for the worse, with half hour discussions on music theory and complex almost math like equations of music notes and their corresponding somthings that make something equal something else that then makes my head pop and my ears start to bleed :( I swear musicians make things difficult just for the sake of being difficult.<br /><br />So all in all, while it's been a month since you heard from me, you haven't missed much except for a half naked sheep running around frantically and banging it's head into walls repeatedly... And with that lovely imagery till next month :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidztyD3Kp5c3YYMgnv6RegK-tjPDXUaIOdfXk5GKjLC_QgC-C-drFlCvmXvADEUlDRIuyxz0VTGL5RL3obASOXkGlnc6ItG8YZbjbaJubk0JxzVlEmXvkvdz99h0luCD5ZCIgqIH8X6gE/s1600-h/tongaquake420-420x0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidztyD3Kp5c3YYMgnv6RegK-tjPDXUaIOdfXk5GKjLC_QgC-C-drFlCvmXvADEUlDRIuyxz0VTGL5RL3obASOXkGlnc6ItG8YZbjbaJubk0JxzVlEmXvkvdz99h0luCD5ZCIgqIH8X6gE/s200/tongaquake420-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337709192304725698" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-48391013754552848872009-04-07T22:30:00.004+10:002009-04-09T11:12:41.065+10:00Wow Two Posts In One Week... Lucky YouSo just a quick one cause its late and I have to get up early tomorrow to study, tonight (before rehearsals but after guitar lessons sheesh!) I was lucky enough to attend the Royal Easter Shows Arts Preview night so below are a few pics with brief descriptions for your viewing amusement:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lreOc6innaGb2O-FbeLqzcLUqmgT3814LUnUCNZR62uCXe85YfEnv_eTX9D3a8Qr2Qtf83xsr-ILdYfruavdS8cK3QQexSUR1CdvEGzmNiSrFbYNbnxnqj7cQiBIEPMm58i0AMSyN6s/s1600-h/IMG_0066.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lreOc6innaGb2O-FbeLqzcLUqmgT3814LUnUCNZR62uCXe85YfEnv_eTX9D3a8Qr2Qtf83xsr-ILdYfruavdS8cK3QQexSUR1CdvEGzmNiSrFbYNbnxnqj7cQiBIEPMm58i0AMSyN6s/s1600-h/IMG_0066.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2UxZGdQ3w6msc5-urgWIPEh86lqU0zuToVLKjwiGwjQ0Dd_sJzVJyUQjccrSu9qCxG6_-d-7eC-4g5GQR7EFe7C18DshQpY4uTLSVqviicNMNs6FPfJcuT-OhSQXy9y9zlNtZQiW6gs/s1600-h/IMG_0067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2UxZGdQ3w6msc5-urgWIPEh86lqU0zuToVLKjwiGwjQ0Dd_sJzVJyUQjccrSu9qCxG6_-d-7eC-4g5GQR7EFe7C18DshQpY4uTLSVqviicNMNs6FPfJcuT-OhSQXy9y9zlNtZQiW6gs/s200/IMG_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927737255337890" border="0" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;">Catherine's embroidery/cross stitch</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lreOc6innaGb2O-FbeLqzcLUqmgT3814LUnUCNZR62uCXe85YfEnv_eTX9D3a8Qr2Qtf83xsr-ILdYfruavdS8cK3QQexSUR1CdvEGzmNiSrFbYNbnxnqj7cQiBIEPMm58i0AMSyN6s/s1600-h/IMG_0066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lreOc6innaGb2O-FbeLqzcLUqmgT3814LUnUCNZR62uCXe85YfEnv_eTX9D3a8Qr2Qtf83xsr-ILdYfruavdS8cK3QQexSUR1CdvEGzmNiSrFbYNbnxnqj7cQiBIEPMm58i0AMSyN6s/s200/IMG_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927734628451458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Randomn persons porcelain doll exhibit with traveling spinning wheel (soo cute)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsKo10ll9DZcgIDWboNkwXtchteVsR6lkKA_adG-uQ5fda3tHzY1UHUiAO-ZWk5cpS7fjxmLB7PHda7vc683qShnUVybKJdPjvAghD0gywKA27WD4AF7ZnTBmCfokhOMBEGT3NoH2VwU/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsKo10ll9DZcgIDWboNkwXtchteVsR6lkKA_adG-uQ5fda3tHzY1UHUiAO-ZWk5cpS7fjxmLB7PHda7vc683qShnUVybKJdPjvAghD0gywKA27WD4AF7ZnTBmCfokhOMBEGT3NoH2VwU/s200/IMG_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927734867641266" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Random Persons Cake Exhibit (yes thats right cake, you could eat that!)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaS1SlnkcCluRHGKTQW9USHuVBTXnwb8UdK-eE7VllKwS64Zs4_TtPxU-cbx_-nMsnPrKqk2Usm0I6tOT4XTWRI6rYH-pk9XPLgd22N4JEYw74msm9O73BIAvW4e1umvHlPrKp3pXyPM/s1600-h/IMG_0062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaS1SlnkcCluRHGKTQW9USHuVBTXnwb8UdK-eE7VllKwS64Zs4_TtPxU-cbx_-nMsnPrKqk2Usm0I6tOT4XTWRI6rYH-pk9XPLgd22N4JEYw74msm9O73BIAvW4e1umvHlPrKp3pXyPM/s200/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927728393676818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The twirling thing across the photo is mum's hand spun scarf and the white bow looking thing is her ribbon for third place (yay mum!)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EXOrUis-NUvM3LDjD9bzn2xOLDhTc6TN_QBT2oIT1MFD_bzGzv1NbJ9LEsZuLsewUkar6HAbV-KTOuDmTv6hDJL4qFN7kUttbhBIdmHnTbF3oiK2bkmgC6JDp2BctmfXJZ5Ce_iPaV8/s1600-h/IMG_0061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EXOrUis-NUvM3LDjD9bzn2xOLDhTc6TN_QBT2oIT1MFD_bzGzv1NbJ9LEsZuLsewUkar6HAbV-KTOuDmTv6hDJL4qFN7kUttbhBIdmHnTbF3oiK2bkmgC6JDp2BctmfXJZ5Ce_iPaV8/s200/IMG_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927725935024914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And this would be my shawl hand spun and then knitted and the red ribbon is "Highly Commended" which apparently means I came fourth yay me too!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mind you this is the first time any of us submitted things to this show so getting ribbons is pretty darn cool. Was just hoping it would make it on display! lol!</div><br /></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-86677866461381019542009-04-03T12:06:00.001+11:002009-04-04T11:10:49.894+11:00News From The Front LineIt feels like I've been fighting a war lately... for the past three-ish years I've taken a sort of hiatus from society. I couldn't be bothered with it any more. Now suddenly I can't get away!<br /><br />I've got Work, and Uni (assignments! I've never done assignments before, in high school I never bothered with them now I've got one due every week for the next five weeks!) Rehearsals, for the production of the musical Miss Saigon (I'm a chorus girl lol) Guitar lessons and practice, Tuesday was The Who concert, next Tuesday is presentation night for the Royal Easter Show to which I submitted a beautiful (if I do say so myself) hand spun and knit shawl which I'm sure is going to take first place (confidence)....<br /><br />*sighs* the lise just goes on, I don't have time to scratch myself and half the time I do not know what I am doing, so this afternoon my plans are simple. Close the door, dim the lights, pop the champagne and get roaring drunk while watching chick flicks and eating chocolate :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn1jLjpwDScPwZVYxGBcV-RGUFz6CvsK7yXg2VaIKEyiZPUKC6LlOkYo1qCYrzgASLwVrtnBooV7wqfNbNaC0Y4iw_47PcTihsx5UnQFfSOQ8lRnkGhNlo96dS2kd37mrLBZAzyeLJtU/s1600-h/PC260212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn1jLjpwDScPwZVYxGBcV-RGUFz6CvsK7yXg2VaIKEyiZPUKC6LlOkYo1qCYrzgASLwVrtnBooV7wqfNbNaC0Y4iw_47PcTihsx5UnQFfSOQ8lRnkGhNlo96dS2kd37mrLBZAzyeLJtU/s200/PC260212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621856801064306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-33909043261222557632009-04-01T09:16:00.003+11:002009-04-01T09:21:18.166+11:00Who Are You?!?<div style="text-align: center;">Guess where I was last night?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr-pco3fNOGIfIy0LoqWCo5Lkij8du6_rSzEfogSdYSvFCb-SkZQcVELXVw0EEw8cAEItp3AHTl4PlB5MfITTM48adP_uRCfGOmzl-avDBaoaoBeIEfZBsVeNS-sTz2iSOhaFUBBjwc8/s1600-h/600px-The_Who_Logo_svg.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr-pco3fNOGIfIy0LoqWCo5Lkij8du6_rSzEfogSdYSvFCb-SkZQcVELXVw0EEw8cAEItp3AHTl4PlB5MfITTM48adP_uRCfGOmzl-avDBaoaoBeIEfZBsVeNS-sTz2iSOhaFUBBjwc8/s200/600px-The_Who_Logo_svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319479383504889410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Live on stage one night only (in Sydney) oh my gosh that was insane, they played <span style="font-style: italic;">most </span>of my favorite songs (poor old happy jack got looked over) but the energy was electric! Even from the nether regions where we sat. My Generation came on and every one was up and dancing, I felt like such a rebel roflElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-411115874242046232009-03-19T13:02:00.004+11:002009-03-19T13:13:26.828+11:00I Love BrithdaysActually that's a lie, I hate birthdays, I always feel so uncomfortable with everyone calling and stopping to talk to me when they normally would give me the time of day, and all these people acting like they give a rats arse if you have a good day!<br /><br />But luckily for me I was comatose this year, yup I organised for two days off work so I could go away on a trip or something, and the day before my birthday I come down with something (we're not sure what as test results came back clear so I must have been faking it) But for five days, I could not get out of bed, I didn't eat, I didn't even sit up in bed and knit, I was dead to the world.<br /><br />So I slept through my birthday, but when I woke up there were several cards waiting for me with money in them and I knew straight away what I was spending it on!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2ldboHN4EMB_5csaIU1CEBZV_caU1taxEY_erZI_RKngBQdRteHkILPQKwp6bZigoaAIFBJFK9yNnUm-9fWLiJbmcd8OLrO3gmldWqhg_AGLcjwhQaZUX88l3g_-AJokdAE1rBLldEU/s1600-h/P3170057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2ldboHN4EMB_5csaIU1CEBZV_caU1taxEY_erZI_RKngBQdRteHkILPQKwp6bZigoaAIFBJFK9yNnUm-9fWLiJbmcd8OLrO3gmldWqhg_AGLcjwhQaZUX88l3g_-AJokdAE1rBLldEU/s200/P3170057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314714979091211490" border="0" /></a>Pretty huh? Theres this awesome little yarn shop down at Bowral aptly named wool addiction. So I went down there and spent all of my birthday money (and then some).<br /><br />Cause you see I figure this recession that's hitting the world, while it's not really hit Australia too hard just yet, it's only a matter of time before things start crumbling. And woe is me I've only been a working knitter for a few years, so my stash may not be enough to ride out these times of financial crisis. So I have to start stockpiling and preparing just in case things get rough and I'm not able to buy more wool for a while.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZIXJ0U6oMTbHHixmtI_IXbiXvOsfbhfacyRv7bL-efVa3EGaGvNtGO-caz-SyqYZE194Ln1UWNqP0q5rE8iKsca9bn5hhFqcSFAV068P2ZDXawBW5zbMInfhWCw9kHHXvgsUhyphenhyphen7oNgU/s1600-h/P3170058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZIXJ0U6oMTbHHixmtI_IXbiXvOsfbhfacyRv7bL-efVa3EGaGvNtGO-caz-SyqYZE194Ln1UWNqP0q5rE8iKsca9bn5hhFqcSFAV068P2ZDXawBW5zbMInfhWCw9kHHXvgsUhyphenhyphen7oNgU/s200/P3170058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314714981715795362" border="0" /></a><br />So I get home and take out my stash and start organising when it hits me I really have nothing to worry about...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-83833243720757327142009-02-14T10:15:00.002+11:002009-02-14T10:21:42.471+11:00Things I have To Do To Keep This Job...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU2FOS5Bkc1ehFmKGEca-ZsFHu-RViV9l4ruo745fB-xd-6G3EPO8fgXrxrtZcZztWnd2UR7xf-snVaKFsifvj9k4r1sKun_igPKPsQnwvh6_heUVkrYv6b2Z774Pu4d4HNWNvRAswgk/s1600-h/websized.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU2FOS5Bkc1ehFmKGEca-ZsFHu-RViV9l4ruo745fB-xd-6G3EPO8fgXrxrtZcZztWnd2UR7xf-snVaKFsifvj9k4r1sKun_igPKPsQnwvh6_heUVkrYv6b2Z774Pu4d4HNWNvRAswgk/s200/websized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302425296663069170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Okay just kidding!!! <br />Staff Photo Day, don't you love it? <br />No matter how much you pay for hair, make up,<br />coffee the photo gods always seem to frown at you! <br />I wish I was Angelina Jolie, She <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> has a bad work photo :(<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJEWangUENVt4xnYr3VKPiAwXdPk-AtvVAaMKwzYSI0aTQ-v5jxs2MmfdL_s53ODqTGuyONhYDRtQIzFYWbYxaQ7EEGG-0wr-h6P9m5RLOnMf3PmeMXKNMMnbo0I5g_iJEJAIVOaeXYA/s1600-h/websized2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJEWangUENVt4xnYr3VKPiAwXdPk-AtvVAaMKwzYSI0aTQ-v5jxs2MmfdL_s53ODqTGuyONhYDRtQIzFYWbYxaQ7EEGG-0wr-h6P9m5RLOnMf3PmeMXKNMMnbo0I5g_iJEJAIVOaeXYA/s200/websized2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302425306064190706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Would you buy a house from this face?<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-28616984786989501842009-02-05T09:19:00.005+11:002009-02-05T09:28:21.782+11:00I Swear I Didn't Do It!I was babysitting the other day, See me, baby, very cute...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaR6Mtgg1O1TBq3ez25_IISrUysWhnWVwwIyodV3yWpVG_TOwtGTmSGBDH7SRmjUWsVtM_XnuHraHpfYTqOhN_ui8ZnUj1pSfCRZgwkwK4zMZUpsXEUzOf0XScOV6hSowKAR1vr4KXhyphenhypheng/s1600-h/P2030022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaR6Mtgg1O1TBq3ez25_IISrUysWhnWVwwIyodV3yWpVG_TOwtGTmSGBDH7SRmjUWsVtM_XnuHraHpfYTqOhN_ui8ZnUj1pSfCRZgwkwK4zMZUpsXEUzOf0XScOV6hSowKAR1vr4KXhyphenhypheng/s200/P2030022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299070798817800242" border="0" /></a><br />And she was relatively well behaved, a few little tantrums but she's so cute she can get away with it. That and the fact that I am very good at tuning out noise I don't want to hear...<br /><br />In fact the only down point of the day was when the mum arrived. She was late as usual, I had a guitar lesson to get to and instead of collecting her kid and going on her way, she decided to sit and eat lunch, and argue over why she should put the car seat in her car, and then mess around looking for car keys etc... She's my best friend in the whole world but sometimes I just wanna shake her!<br /><br />Anyway the reason why I tell you this story of babysitting madness, is really just to assure you that I was far too busy chasing after almost three year olds, to stage this next photo.<br /><br />In between playing dress up, and potty training, we decided we were thirsty and headed over to the kitchen for some water and lo and behold what do we spy? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgfvX7DPflHAUL2rhAsAqimgTmiDUXXXTkLjzQt1phdJKrLP3yT8mRhZQkCF8mDz5mRXO9-btNfDzXO7isdwPUMZuBvgn43gSgAeWEd7kwF9HhhIYKV-giCcb_5zO48osd3Fp1Mtmb1o/s1600-h/P2030021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgfvX7DPflHAUL2rhAsAqimgTmiDUXXXTkLjzQt1phdJKrLP3yT8mRhZQkCF8mDz5mRXO9-btNfDzXO7isdwPUMZuBvgn43gSgAeWEd7kwF9HhhIYKV-giCcb_5zO48osd3Fp1Mtmb1o/s200/P2030021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299071853408115010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That would be Oscar sitting in our wok, trying to cool down, what a tool. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chinese for dinner anyone?<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-76490551887984270402009-01-10T11:04:00.003+11:002009-01-10T11:19:02.526+11:00New Years, New Dreams, New Posts... finallyWhy hello cyber world... It's been a while I know, and I'm sorry to have left you all alone so long, but I had some very important lazing about to do. I hope you all had a great Christmas/Hanukkah/Chrismukkah whatever, not to mention a great New Years.<br /><br />I had a well deserved two week break, in which I did, not much, but I enjoyed it. There was a quick trip to the Blue Mountains which didn't quite go to plan, but was still fun anyway (kinda in a warped sense).<br /><br />So as always the new year was greeted with depression and alcohol. Depressed because another year had gone by and my life had not changed at all... well aside from the addition of a cute little furball. And of course, plans to change and renew my "zest" for life. New years resolutions:<br /><br />1) Exercise More<br />2) Practise Guitar more AND join a band (it actually extended much more into become famous, have groupies and arrive drunk at the Mtv music awards and punchout Amy Winehouse but I didn't want to get to far ahead of myself)<br />3) be more outgoing/social<br />4) Do something crazy at least once a week.<br /><br />Anyway I should get back to work, I promise more updates more regularly, it's my fifth new years resolution :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwvuklTr2SHmMhAXUmZvVVCJPswFkMJZvPDrcD0gb3XDinFSlUYkhw-TwJSBrI81PClLL1-c2lFK-Zec4jXa6iryeJsWxqJPccCyF8jVU4C8q8iBYmUCV0IAfpV9-B39wNHHjiVopRDw/s1600-h/kayla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwvuklTr2SHmMhAXUmZvVVCJPswFkMJZvPDrcD0gb3XDinFSlUYkhw-TwJSBrI81PClLL1-c2lFK-Zec4jXa6iryeJsWxqJPccCyF8jVU4C8q8iBYmUCV0IAfpV9-B39wNHHjiVopRDw/s200/kayla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289451604501384498" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-29170514063995223162008-12-18T15:41:00.002+11:002008-12-18T15:57:09.964+11:00Christmas!!!I love Christmas. I love the chance to dress up, and shower people with presents, and the thought of a table covered in food that I've slaved away at to prepare surrounded by people that make up my life.<br /><br />And I can proudly say that I was so organised this Christmas that I finished my prezzie shopping last weekend! No last second mad dash through thousands of equally crazed last minute shoppers (p.s. people who are not my people are stupid this time of year {present company excluded})<br /><br />Although my brilliant idea of knitting everyone Christmas presents failed miserably. I managed to churn out two hats and one sock (thats right I couldn't be bothered finishing the pair bite me)<br /><br />Anyways long story short I love Christmas, and I'm blaming my love for this festive season for the lack of postage on this here blog. And warning there probably won't be much activity until after Christmas either, what with my having a life and all :)<br /><br />Alright have a great holiday season all and make it safe, If you're going to drink make sure you drink so much that you pass out at your friends place instead of driving home.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-31709321412177810752008-11-14T21:03:00.005+11:002008-11-14T21:18:21.893+11:00There's Something in the Air...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYBOLkwfHqSfWox3NafrA92wNafZ5dSfE0okYQPFLGzSs_EYD-zicdFM5sPP1P6hvR2Qdsl68Ko3ZJs8KXNrHTsvb1dza7wt4FH3gfY2pwDxOlK2txdOC-SweEjH6M1ws2KE6qe-vMmE/s1600-h/davotat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYBOLkwfHqSfWox3NafrA92wNafZ5dSfE0okYQPFLGzSs_EYD-zicdFM5sPP1P6hvR2Qdsl68Ko3ZJs8KXNrHTsvb1dza7wt4FH3gfY2pwDxOlK2txdOC-SweEjH6M1ws2KE6qe-vMmE/s200/davotat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268452197026883522" border="0" /></a><br />So Davo got a new tat the other day see =<br />Very sexy, you can't see it very well but its a wolf howling at the moon with obviously some tribal borders... And Gemma is now really keen to get her dragon tat, and I still want another one, once I've saved up more.<br /><br />In other news I have a job interview on Tuesday. Now people who don't know me might see me as a competent, smart, professional kinda woman.<br />Everyone who does know me pick yourselves up off the floor and stop laughing.<br /><br />I applied for the job on Thursday, got the call back on Thursday afternoon. Friday I was buzzing waiting for Tuesday so I could wow them with how perfect I'd be at this job. By Friday afternoon, I was sure that this was the worst possible job that I could possibly get, sure that i'd never like it, sure that the money cut in pay would be grossly overwhelming, absolutely positive that I would be a drooling jittering wreck by the end of my first week. Now I've practically convinced myself not to even bother turning up to the interview. Why waste everyones time here?<br /><br />Lol, I'm so self-sabotaguing at times it's scary. Maybe I should see someone about that. Anyway, I think I'm going to go to the interview. Be honest about my concerns, and see what they say, they don't give me the job no big I've already got one.<br /><br />If they do and are happy to negotiate things I'd be happy to go. We'll just see, it won't kill anyone to go right? Worst of all it's at a yarn store! You'd think I'd be jumpin for it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZVtW-gPKWtOIkKwdV051FfyvCV1MMYB-NfxO47P-vSnkDP1Cm_hxTb45EX-pJaSdeiUXrYWSGiLGQFBczVAfbY6rDwOBH3lDdKr7yjpThmNvglguS2MecEjfJfVjqn8NMh7Wetys9Fg/s1600-h/southernsummerofsocks2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZVtW-gPKWtOIkKwdV051FfyvCV1MMYB-NfxO47P-vSnkDP1Cm_hxTb45EX-pJaSdeiUXrYWSGiLGQFBczVAfbY6rDwOBH3lDdKr7yjpThmNvglguS2MecEjfJfVjqn8NMh7Wetys9Fg/s200/southernsummerofsocks2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268452570147514610" border="0" /></a>Speaking of yarn I signed up for the southern summer of socks this year. A whole summer of hand knit socks, how brilliant. I have been stockpiling for a couple of weeks, I think I might have a problem :)<br /><br />Theres enough yarn there for thirteen socks plus left overs, I doubt I'll get that many done, unless the boys finally let me knit at reception. I don't see why not it would help create a comfy and homey atmosphere and would be so much easier to get people to buy houses off us. We could even make it a reward thing, but a house get free socks, okay maybe not cause I tend to hoard my knitted goods worse then wool.<br /><br />Anyway, I've got some knitting to do so catch ya later.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-20140376157144957712008-11-05T20:40:00.003+11:002008-11-05T20:52:44.857+11:00Thank God For DemocracyBeing an avid fan of The West Wing, and knowing as much as I do about American Politics (lol)<br />I have to say I am really excited that Obama won. He'll be a breath of fresh air to the somewhat staggering America. Yay him...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTlMCpcqxwuMkcpZy0__S2R1Mq6sUGQGBM2l05enECf4CkpxcUvxwxgUII_AMl0H3H0LtfK0qpOd-uaJS8zDOyf8P8V5xlRE7T2w6ai-84xxduK7Y8nZNrfCfTBt-S-KBP_tmjPgBOtM/s1600-h/obama200_ap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTlMCpcqxwuMkcpZy0__S2R1Mq6sUGQGBM2l05enECf4CkpxcUvxwxgUII_AMl0H3H0LtfK0qpOd-uaJS8zDOyf8P8V5xlRE7T2w6ai-84xxduK7Y8nZNrfCfTBt-S-KBP_tmjPgBOtM/s200/obama200_ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265106655322847058" border="0" /></a><br />But I have to admit, with all the speeches, and news reels, and pictures, and rumors, and policy plans etc (etc, etc... damn those politicians know how to make a point) My turning point in this whole things was definately <a href="http://stringativity.blogspot.com/2007/12/yarn-harlot-ness.html">this</a>, seriously check it out.<br /><br />Who could not vote for a guy willing to hold some crazy ladies half knitted sock!!! God bless knitters, we're all loons.<br /><br />The only exciting news is my new pretty:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS9FFV15YlHrmczEQv333JjQR4dIdBl0Y4zmrIyhKRPGJXuo14_4aDJmCRT_T1GkGTzOVFCRBJdqq_W8UGSMNlpvJQ8TyNMhq8tFJN9yXwtMRKYGt5QStCG76XzYlI42pFxwNP9vsr6o/s1600-h/new+tat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS9FFV15YlHrmczEQv333JjQR4dIdBl0Y4zmrIyhKRPGJXuo14_4aDJmCRT_T1GkGTzOVFCRBJdqq_W8UGSMNlpvJQ8TyNMhq8tFJN9yXwtMRKYGt5QStCG76XzYlI42pFxwNP9vsr6o/s200/new+tat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265106661346994034" border="0" /></a>I love tat's I'm already planning the next one but you'll just have to wait and see what happens. Peace Out<br /><br />LizElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-21451412592184226502008-10-21T20:59:00.002+11:002008-10-21T21:05:45.547+11:00This Just InClassical Gas is done and learned, well kinda, we've gone through the whole song, and I can play MOST of it without stuff ups but of course it wouldn't be my rock n roll if there weren't a few stuff ups in there... it's such an awesome song, and surprisingly easy, same riffs repeated, again and again and again.<br /><br />So we've moved on to Sweet Home Alabama, which has one of the best opening riffs in Rock and Roll. So watch out people I'm on my way to the nearest MTV studios!<br /><br />On a side note, I started a quick side project yesterday and I was bored today so I finished it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2961308076_29e63e70c7.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2961308076_29e63e70c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Really easy to knit patterns available <a href="http://www.make1yarns.com/patterns/ABetterBucket.pdf">here</a> oh hey I forget if I mentioned I'm on <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">ravelry </a>now so if you're on add me as a friend and we can share project ideas and good yarn stores.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-5489827034679126802008-10-10T19:56:00.002+11:002008-10-10T19:59:42.485+11:00Isn't it meant to be better now?I've had a crap day, seem to be a lot of those lately anyway I was reading the local blogs and this one just stuck with me so I thought rather then write my own, I'd let her say it for me, she's much more poetic then I feel up to right now<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://samuraiknitter.blogspot.com/2008/10/rare-moment-of-philosophy.html">A rare moment of philosophy.</a></h3></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm done...night<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzKMW2iVuiKEcJQJwiGtowmiCoI9R4PAvwaUACWJQ6pHU2f5h-LoKXvlIWtD85LPRurNE1iJNrMMta_597uj6dsjG7tjnCpj0aoY_rPmlAmwcqnXahZM1-nGRmM3wh__mb7y1cTGjqXk/s1600-h/dead+cats+dead.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzKMW2iVuiKEcJQJwiGtowmiCoI9R4PAvwaUACWJQ6pHU2f5h-LoKXvlIWtD85LPRurNE1iJNrMMta_597uj6dsjG7tjnCpj0aoY_rPmlAmwcqnXahZM1-nGRmM3wh__mb7y1cTGjqXk/s200/dead+cats+dead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255447125188650946" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-59007592033845391972008-10-08T18:57:00.002+11:002008-10-08T19:52:32.136+11:00Hey long time! Good news, is that spring is finally here, well and truly, sweltering hot/humid days that turn into freezing cold winds and rain, love it! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO6XBPJ5EWFg-kJdNJJu61yJ2M0BooLpPBnwzmrjKGK8-GoVfJFCV38dopq40jdekqTgfKS1t7YBZmA30JQtIfh9JFIWHsXv0P7gDgl4CTwCRMMcmQAaEUzeCkZ4KB3-H40YUcdQN7zg/s1600-h/spring+is+here.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO6XBPJ5EWFg-kJdNJJu61yJ2M0BooLpPBnwzmrjKGK8-GoVfJFCV38dopq40jdekqTgfKS1t7YBZmA30JQtIfh9JFIWHsXv0P7gDgl4CTwCRMMcmQAaEUzeCkZ4KB3-H40YUcdQN7zg/s320/spring+is+here.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254690230711693970" border="0" /><br /></a>In other news, the receptionist resigned from work today, well she'll be finishing up on Tuesday but she's given her notice, its official) I don't know whether to jumpf or joy, or start screaming... I'm going back to reception, which is good because less stress and way WAY less responsibility. But at the same time, I've been looking for a new job myself, because I hate it so much. So know what do I do? stay, go? Does it make a difference, work is work...<br /><br />Speaking of work, had my guitar lesson today, we've just started learning one of the best ever songs written for guitar:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5mEInAZpJeu3hjcnp6OUAHaOa2qzf6E158pxm2aDsOKmosSlUL46FAHUwd9UFx0w1sRW0HAQDujKnYJI_kU2DdmhWFpMHBcEdVjvmO7COrjmAOCAZTx18_Rc1uARmdjaO9oOXAov2wY/s1600-h/music.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5mEInAZpJeu3hjcnp6OUAHaOa2qzf6E158pxm2aDsOKmosSlUL46FAHUwd9UFx0w1sRW0HAQDujKnYJI_kU2DdmhWFpMHBcEdVjvmO7COrjmAOCAZTx18_Rc1uARmdjaO9oOXAov2wY/s320/music.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254690236338745202" border="0" /></a>For those poor few of you who don't know click <a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=55A9H-PqOvY&feature=related">here</a> *Sighs* if only I were that good lol, then I could quit my job and start touring rofl...<br /><br />And in the mean time the only other news I have is the Seacell Lace weight scarf I've been working on seen here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTkN1zj0OJ5VoanJjVTMJFkNslJ5irJO_0ztWHjyvn3qThyMDM_mHWym0_l0AspNyQcx7BJa8tv9EBEWrJrndT_WWXvUsKbf-yCJk85kpmR2wU9U1i3j26S4cet3XHyfx5vtNipI633g/s1600-h/lace+scarf+cooler.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTkN1zj0OJ5VoanJjVTMJFkNslJ5irJO_0ztWHjyvn3qThyMDM_mHWym0_l0AspNyQcx7BJa8tv9EBEWrJrndT_WWXvUsKbf-yCJk85kpmR2wU9U1i3j26S4cet3XHyfx5vtNipI633g/s320/lace+scarf+cooler.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254690236596408210" border="0" /></a>more details on my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/rickielee1985">ravelry </a>page just follow the links, alright, boys and girls, I'm outta here be good.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-69909472025307774062008-08-28T18:02:00.003+10:002008-08-28T18:09:30.113+10:00Life is a bitchWhich pretty much sums up my day... I have been hearing lots about how life is what you make of it. The sun'll come out tomorrow, put a smile on your dial... I can now safely say that they are all idiots, and you can smile and be as happy as you want to be but at the end of the life is still shit!<br /><br />Whats that? Why you ask? well, lets start with the stupid idea of working for a living, add on top of that having to come home at the age of 23 to a menopausal mother, three self obsessed and absolutely useless when it comes to cleaning, or doing anything around the house siblings, a dog and a cat with abandonment issues.<br /><br />Then to ice this cake lets add the fact that I just broke my $23,500 brand spanking new car!!!<br /><br />I hate my life!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJ-Rd-ICU4o6nhcMvEYJ4iS7wEbDkmPVSQCeG53BSJVJg_1AZ0s3ml8cXvqEn_iLXhtvtDccggUSJBic-aWvx-XNxqR3ZbYoADc-5blDC4kFEoijMw3xrG10cQUvhiG-EwtNliOSKqgA/s1600-h/booze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJ-Rd-ICU4o6nhcMvEYJ4iS7wEbDkmPVSQCeG53BSJVJg_1AZ0s3ml8cXvqEn_iLXhtvtDccggUSJBic-aWvx-XNxqR3ZbYoADc-5blDC4kFEoijMw3xrG10cQUvhiG-EwtNliOSKqgA/s320/booze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239477423480150610" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-82262778893274001802008-08-27T20:33:00.003+10:002008-08-27T20:45:27.816+10:00Work is FunAttention all, Hell hath officially frozen over...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMojI3m8mipFk_oCPzK3oo7180AZnWIgVxnCjrwigKxS1YjrjDXo9sYLVM_K7XY4laf_q65dkuUxNYPMSLI_nlsd7sUq_ePI4ujKZTUD4kniy3mFCngU5HxJ0kSbLJKPjyXWwLvBURdA/s1600-h/working+boy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMojI3m8mipFk_oCPzK3oo7180AZnWIgVxnCjrwigKxS1YjrjDXo9sYLVM_K7XY4laf_q65dkuUxNYPMSLI_nlsd7sUq_ePI4ujKZTUD4kniy3mFCngU5HxJ0kSbLJKPjyXWwLvBURdA/s200/working+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145324903167618" border="0" /></a><br />Yes thats right Davo got a job!!! 16 months after finishing school, 15 months and 29 days of sitting around playing computer/ watching tv/ doing god knows what he has finally bitten the bullet and got a job working with boof (the older one) The apocolypse is surely coming so batten down the hatches.<br /><br />In other news, I think they're breeding:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpX0zo-ZbtMY_TV7iLYmMDt4zwdwdPuZzEZTTmCfFwtxthBsbHfHM29OCYMPYdqz5VOe_WjOpxYd9giGfrbVP7RygYJVtjzZSadcjXsW9IH-Ev0FrGiXEyrqKkOxyaHE0yIFN5qdq9GA/s1600-h/guitars.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpX0zo-ZbtMY_TV7iLYmMDt4zwdwdPuZzEZTTmCfFwtxthBsbHfHM29OCYMPYdqz5VOe_WjOpxYd9giGfrbVP7RygYJVtjzZSadcjXsW9IH-Ev0FrGiXEyrqKkOxyaHE0yIFN5qdq9GA/s200/guitars.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145331509118466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Meet Stanley:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt6IBhKyKjLbSVM7uttOujYLB-LaRO2NGExIQi-nxENLlUdCS3EygFg8aVa5blZT-voQkfX8nKBAPNl-H-1E883hj2moqFbG_4o4j-aKcVab7nrS-uVPVMCZbLrPycAOpTQ79ZCp_EKY/s1600-h/Stanley.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt6IBhKyKjLbSVM7uttOujYLB-LaRO2NGExIQi-nxENLlUdCS3EygFg8aVa5blZT-voQkfX8nKBAPNl-H-1E883hj2moqFbG_4o4j-aKcVab7nrS-uVPVMCZbLrPycAOpTQ79ZCp_EKY/s200/Stanley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145334363974674" border="0" /></a><br />He's my new found friend. Good lord I hope my music career kicks off, otherwise I just wasted another couple of hundred... *Sighs* but its worth it cause he's beautiful...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-76052510016957080272008-08-13T16:55:00.005+10:002008-08-13T17:13:07.111+10:00Confirmation GalWork is beginning to be a bitch again, so postings slow, sorry...<br /><br />Two things:<br /><br />1) The other day at Reception, a guy came in and said<br /><br />"we are giving away free coffee to all the real estate agents around the area who let us put up this promotional sticker on their window, for our new real estate website"<br /><br />Now my boss has a strict policy when it comes to stickers on the windows, it runs along the lines of him throwing bricks with our stickers on them through their windows, but as usual the boys were late and there was no one to know, and hell free coffee!!!<br /><br />So I said ok, ladies and gents say hello to the next six months of coffee!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitc9gQM5P_Y22TYZnSZUZumM_Gc8u8DVUsfy7tlYKdZCrM8ca-gz-i9jA-3Gku-J6D9ZADj_FCmlS5JfE0nJiGGWQ0UhF29MshPwoKjbvfeMSRIjmG5WOx7I5tRptHmDhI_tCUA8_TJP0/s1600-h/coffeecloseup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitc9gQM5P_Y22TYZnSZUZumM_Gc8u8DVUsfy7tlYKdZCrM8ca-gz-i9jA-3Gku-J6D9ZADj_FCmlS5JfE0nJiGGWQ0UhF29MshPwoKjbvfeMSRIjmG5WOx7I5tRptHmDhI_tCUA8_TJP0/s200/coffeecloseup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233893966963299298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2) It was my cousin Gab's confirmation last night (It's a church thing) and she asked me to be her sponser, which was so cute, for one night I felt all responsible and stuff...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbeg6VRAEmMJulgJ_37NflHhnDlZvIuwUlF7MXMi-4SVh102cj1DipTNlZ36xxsQXNVACi2sFniMsL5nBqHQy9qtxB2cMrJJp2POKVZ0gJfwGcfctvov538c5gabJcM84ACMQk5x0AB0/s1600-h/confirmation+gal.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbeg6VRAEmMJulgJ_37NflHhnDlZvIuwUlF7MXMi-4SVh102cj1DipTNlZ36xxsQXNVACi2sFniMsL5nBqHQy9qtxB2cMrJJp2POKVZ0gJfwGcfctvov538c5gabJcM84ACMQk5x0AB0/s200/confirmation+gal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233896243887626562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then I hung out with her little sister, not so responsibly :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo28YjmKTjp_c5kHwlr7PWlnHxNDmBLpgYm5rsVW8lC1UjVEium9SdBZo4dhv71AvgIKNVG96ji3U8MCRS05xc2cp4UtgGev6R3YP7D2jGeUpRaMPh2-Hhu1c7Uk_mbdPMHbY6-9Qv8b8/s1600-h/issie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo28YjmKTjp_c5kHwlr7PWlnHxNDmBLpgYm5rsVW8lC1UjVEium9SdBZo4dhv71AvgIKNVG96ji3U8MCRS05xc2cp4UtgGev6R3YP7D2jGeUpRaMPh2-Hhu1c7Uk_mbdPMHbY6-9Qv8b8/s200/issie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233896250636875522" border="0" /></a>Ciao<br /><br />LizElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-73101343795608048332008-07-26T17:40:00.006+10:002008-08-13T17:14:08.479+10:00See What HappensWhen my camera dies?!? Weeks go by and not a single word. Sorry peeps.<br /><br />Where to start? Painting is finished I finally can sleep in my own room in my very own bed, next I just need the blinds installed again other wise the neighbours are going to start seeing more of me than anyone should ever have to :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNjwu4QibhUyS9BLqoGnWpIsHGv4rJw7EX9oGShOYiQSuZjPThc0aG5Wmx3QCZHDoAJVeD_umFvap-WTqrywqd2qufWk7r0jeMMUcl_gkROpNQC6IJmIOE3mPEE3uuPGe6FsNAnZvPkI/s1600-h/bookcases.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNjwu4QibhUyS9BLqoGnWpIsHGv4rJw7EX9oGShOYiQSuZjPThc0aG5Wmx3QCZHDoAJVeD_umFvap-WTqrywqd2qufWk7r0jeMMUcl_gkROpNQC6IJmIOE3mPEE3uuPGe6FsNAnZvPkI/s200/bookcases.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225858006284002" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a picture of my brand spanking new wall unit/bookcase things (God bless Ikea and they're cheap cheap prices!) I even managed to put it all together by myself, we'll just skip over the two melt downs, tears and small hole in the wall where I through the screw driver in frustration... hey a girls gotta vent!<br /><br />And I also went to see Grant the other week. For those of you who don't know Grant is a very dear friend of mine who was in a very very bad work place accident... Four tonnes of heavy metal forklift crushing bones and muscle and insides kind of bad.<br /><br />That was six (ish) months ago and now he's practically brand new! They said he wouldn't walk and he showed them. He's lost heaps of weight and he needs an aid to walk but he's doing it and he should be outta hospital by October so of course, par-tay!!! Say "Hey" Grant:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4FpV6dtEqQ_Ls4J4z0PPZLpAjc472Oj0xtT54isrXzLPLyIrSfH6oUe6nY4rJgPrvaClQR04csqYn64kDsJMMK_WgnkB8-K7Coixu3tzngdKX1c_RS8pI_EfdRvo8vcFtSAhgcgW9ec/s1600-h/grant.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4FpV6dtEqQ_Ls4J4z0PPZLpAjc472Oj0xtT54isrXzLPLyIrSfH6oUe6nY4rJgPrvaClQR04csqYn64kDsJMMK_WgnkB8-K7Coixu3tzngdKX1c_RS8pI_EfdRvo8vcFtSAhgcgW9ec/s200/grant.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227226929901470786" border="0" /></a><br />But Aside from that lifes been pretty straight, The boys at work are planning on firing our receptionist and asked me if I wanted to go back to it while staying on at a property managers wage. I said yes, dunno why, I hate the profession any way and I guess this way I can spend more time working on other things, like my guitaring etc... Which by the way sucks, I'm thinking of taking up the triangle instead :)<br /><br />I've also run into a slight stash problem, and not that I have too much, I have too little!!! I'm completely out of sock yarn! So after this is posted, shopping, shopping and more shopping, I love credit cards lol.<br /><br />Alright I'm off to annoy the cat.<br /><br />CiaoElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-47494032334639656132008-07-10T14:25:00.006+10:002008-07-10T14:44:34.702+10:00Photos!!!<div align="left">As promised, painting photos: </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">Before: </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221238661242098194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHY9AHQWufKzt2W57CDOk0oQrDe0uv_rtlA8vAauP4DJ86HX2jG6K3fzrGf69RRDOuAtGyaS5aN8k-a3haLVzPBDYI3Q9Ce11oG-upD-CNoeKRMFXsVvbLdk8Y_YogTmRTY1abkqJtDw/s200/P6290006.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Undercoating (and grumpy Helper):</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221238986168063762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WuWOzrp6n6X5aGFV5f91c8pPIh33fis9c5GoA5aFxhi2WRA2b4VXUQi-GoizI26ID1xPmHcwhUUPyd2hlk1yQF0fYLKuQooJYSviYlbSuZd3JHXS20nJSSa4QJUpbAcOUUR3SXLjU4w/s200/P7090023.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hey Look Colour!!! :</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221239291733203682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8aZIJ-s5OWS5jATgYtcZbBGQ5kzEhhRm1xo0xKrfMzuHUDxp9JPAK980JTlHEIj_Y9jgSCb_BmKppfc-aHfHiwL3f1RCmyvhAnSBNR5PUKD2W_rOxUay61ZKx2TTsprKJF0hKvYhjsM/s200/P7090027.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Wow, almost done man that was quick!!!</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221239588672947474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQt0izAR2uKV6pOKXTNfQtMZrASkWWaAcdeKV3iBvRiJfbSMcuOmVsvyN98UbqMx37zl5oOYNey6Ysen_3gAvugiZOGl5G9RuaPZXSxd95FthbuTRxendXYZ8GR5fUQvcrf1DtT77Yhc/s200/P7090028.jpg" border="0" /></p>And thats where we left off yesterday. Contrary to the photos lack of me I have been painting also, in fact that red wall up there... all me. Well mostly all me. I'm very rpoud of that wall. Of all the walls I believe that is the finest.<br /><br />It's note finished, it needs another coat and the white skirting boards, picture rails, and architraits (mts) need to be painted, there going to be a deep chocolate brown. Should be nice. I can't believe how red it is... hmmm :)<br /><br />Too late now! But I like it. I love colour, always have, I can't stand these white walls and souless homes. A House needs personality, it should reflect the lives of those around it. or in it as the case maybe.<br /><br />Anyway, It's so almost, nearly, finished that I almost didn't go to work today so I could finish the stupid thing! I'm fed up with living in the lounge room, my stuff scattered everywhere... it's hopeless.<br /><br />Anyway Gotta run, at work and the boss is due back any minute so be good, till next time :)<br /><br />P.S. need ideas for thank you gift for my dad and little bro. something other than chocolates, suggestions welcomed.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-48418666437604554782008-07-03T12:39:00.003+10:002008-07-03T12:49:20.073+10:00Sorry Bout The Lack Of Posting...But things have been kinda hectic around here lately.<br /><br />Someone, definately not me, but SOMEONE rather lacking in wits decided to paint her bedroom. And as much as this person thought she knew what she was doing, and thought it was what she wanted, turns out this person is an idiot and should stick to the things that she does best, which at the moment seems to be freaking out :)<br /><br />Anywho, pictures later of the room befores and afters, but for now, My room stinks of paint, it's freezing (this is Australia people since when is it that cold!?!) and all of my stuff is thrown together in one big pile and covered in dropsheets so I can't get at anything!!!<br /><br />Add to that the fact that my "partner" at work has left and I'm now doing TWO peoples jobs (with one persons salary I might add) and babysitting two year olds, and attending guitar lessons, and maintaining the house because Mumma Bear has gone away for the week and no one else around here will get off their fat arses to help out, it's easy to understand how blogging has been kind of lacking this week.<br /><br />Sorry peeps :) Needed to rant. But I will be back, hopefully with more exciting newsElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-52231951479303180642008-06-23T19:18:00.006+10:002008-06-28T10:23:09.411+10:00Weekend AccomplishedI feel like I got things done this weekend. I love getting things done. To start things off I mowed the lawns! I know what you're thinking but for me I always feel kinda proud of this. You see when I was just a wee lad... er lass, my dad told me I wasn't allowed to help mow the lawns because I was a girl... grrr.<br /><br />Now I'm not really one for shows of girl power, or burning bras (that one time was an accident I didn't realise the candles were so close...) but that really got me going when he said that. Cause now I know it was nothing to do with my lack of penis and more to do with eight year olds, fast rotating blades and parental concern.<br /><br />So I did the front and back yards and was able to sit back drink my coffee and smile stupidly at my family who wondered what the hell had gotten into me as I was doing manual labor, on my day off and everything!!!<br /><br />But after that Mum and I took a trip to the local spotlight for some yarn stock up. While there I found the coolest fabric that I had to have! I'm not usually one for sewing. I've made a crappy tie dyed shirt and a skirt which was really made by my gran but I cut the fabric :) any who, brought the stuff home and I made these fabulous curtains:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9XwEzP8wbkECyT94hNVjnnNWN9dZ3NHqSlo9xZxmLoIGqDHKw02-bxtLTqzGs28EJDMemNlBWX8oMMaelu_yruC3YiDKdqptSt7HLWhbZj60izIg-A77i4ABmdbGU1PCFXGRKDmJJMA/s1600-h/Curtain.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023976770322210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9XwEzP8wbkECyT94hNVjnnNWN9dZ3NHqSlo9xZxmLoIGqDHKw02-bxtLTqzGs28EJDMemNlBWX8oMMaelu_yruC3YiDKdqptSt7HLWhbZj60izIg-A77i4ABmdbGU1PCFXGRKDmJJMA/s200/Curtain.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />and up close<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm18PqkR-XKEgOdkunZdInRFGXh28l_-1DkhqQCvNgF20iJYABqy_plpGyR56TiWOraIdFOBGRiMgPwxPIU2z7ci-9HcrmUssntgT9-7yxcF8LgDNBjoIofMpzOL7s6sKdp05VIxWQiZg/s1600-h/Curtains+close+up.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023979254933906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm18PqkR-XKEgOdkunZdInRFGXh28l_-1DkhqQCvNgF20iJYABqy_plpGyR56TiWOraIdFOBGRiMgPwxPIU2z7ci-9HcrmUssntgT9-7yxcF8LgDNBjoIofMpzOL7s6sKdp05VIxWQiZg/s200/Curtains+close+up.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How cool is that?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then cause I was board, I spent a couple of hours, watching dvd's on my computer and spinning the merino roving I bought a couple of weeks ago:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyVlJ4CiPLP3K0iAT2IKAVjgzy3wc4DIdpUVcV2dA0JbB13r1eiukLKCYIypZ7GBtOPpX4nK1VSjZ8sGBmpqE6ZRgT_-sv0Tfvu91MoiMHWGU0VpxN-Gt-aChyphenhyphenQA_sAU8uLvGIqSCxOc/s1600-h/merino+close+up+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023984025173394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyVlJ4CiPLP3K0iAT2IKAVjgzy3wc4DIdpUVcV2dA0JbB13r1eiukLKCYIypZ7GBtOPpX4nK1VSjZ8sGBmpqE6ZRgT_-sv0Tfvu91MoiMHWGU0VpxN-Gt-aChyphenhyphenQA_sAU8uLvGIqSCxOc/s200/merino+close+up+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I got a visit from my best-est friend and her chicklet, who apparently doesn't like sharing her cookies<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiia6Hh4ksBWDWRBVPTnRW3waCS81GmNgIdhsCPu8lC-rKcsxgVCXUrWA1FR5QpXjTueekmBhGQLlqFwfMffWugwZHtqh1OyQbkcuUqxZt0onUEjlh9rgP9iqhuzg0zCfA1tQK4K5BWftY/s1600-h/BJ+not+happy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023980602176818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiia6Hh4ksBWDWRBVPTnRW3waCS81GmNgIdhsCPu8lC-rKcsxgVCXUrWA1FR5QpXjTueekmBhGQLlqFwfMffWugwZHtqh1OyQbkcuUqxZt0onUEjlh9rgP9iqhuzg0zCfA1tQK4K5BWftY/s200/BJ+not+happy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />But I always love a weekend where I feel like I've done stuff...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-36735935869727194292008-06-17T12:03:00.006+10:002008-06-28T10:24:08.910+10:00FinishedOne down, one to go.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTL7b3uEgY5vkBsDu33_VG9WRmye8f2_0gK2RJ1c_l8mPQv_EgqUE5N5_xylTh2yrPXQc68E-MLnhUm_oXS4MJ974tIN9YAoH9r4KWP4d1HM0XkuechIL8obf1PY0qVjSPjJFAO3ZFy4/s1600-h/P6160023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212665605382786946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTL7b3uEgY5vkBsDu33_VG9WRmye8f2_0gK2RJ1c_l8mPQv_EgqUE5N5_xylTh2yrPXQc68E-MLnhUm_oXS4MJ974tIN9YAoH9r4KWP4d1HM0XkuechIL8obf1PY0qVjSPjJFAO3ZFy4/s200/P6160023.JPG" border="0" /></a>My first attempt at anklet socks, the edging keeps curling up on me but I think thats the pattern rather than my mediocre knitting skills :)<br /><br />I love socks, they're quick and easy.<br /><br />Aside from them I'm having a knitting block. Kind of like a writers block, where no matter how many times I rummage through my stash, or peruse my piles of patterns, I still have nothing to knit.<br /><br />It's awful, I think I need to take a trip to the local yarn store and stock up some more...<br /><br />Anyways as I was saying this is the Flame Wave socks pattern from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Favorite-Socks-Timeless-Designs-Interweave/dp/1596680326/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1213668208&sr=8-1">Favorite Socks</a> done in a really pretty yarn my mum bought for me which I have lost the tag for. (soz)<br /><br />Already got the second sock on the needles, half way through the first pattern repeat. Should be finished in another day or so, depending on how much knitting I can get away with at work before the boss gets grumpy.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237300755204870382.post-79065409207885890042008-06-13T18:14:00.007+10:002008-06-28T10:24:54.049+10:00What A WeekendFirstly I'd like to introduce my new found friend Bert, Say Hello Bert:<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrNO0KhhCZWV2apXfbjv3KEukRhIEno2c-pL9icrcE845CMv8VX5QO-nJs5IBDFrGFF2x_lfo2BVGRwmJXCW83wPGHLFmwx1YqDj81ietAJfk-H65fOWM7wFIqNYpOB-sEs5oC-KyPWM/s1600-h/Bert.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211284854753169314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrNO0KhhCZWV2apXfbjv3KEukRhIEno2c-pL9icrcE845CMv8VX5QO-nJs5IBDFrGFF2x_lfo2BVGRwmJXCW83wPGHLFmwx1YqDj81ietAJfk-H65fOWM7wFIqNYpOB-sEs5oC-KyPWM/s200/Bert.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I bought him a<br />few days ago<br />to go with Menolly<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AmkZxijgfiiQ6XIxzgeNUyLHWpuX7lYv_Q8AERp6m-2b0OYTip3E1RV8TdjI3VQWCxpJOKPd57aH0w_thbkqdWfi8NC5tmgMULN0ALeHmCth8GXnQ91sHg2zw_Ca6EvYUUPwOOj2QXM/s1600-h/g-tar2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211282834863780450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AmkZxijgfiiQ6XIxzgeNUyLHWpuX7lYv_Q8AERp6m-2b0OYTip3E1RV8TdjI3VQWCxpJOKPd57aH0w_thbkqdWfi8NC5tmgMULN0ALeHmCth8GXnQ91sHg2zw_Ca6EvYUUPwOOj2QXM/s200/g-tar2.JPG" border="0" /><br /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br />Hopefully together they will make sweet sweet (somewhat rock n rolling) music... maybe one day, after a bit more practice lol.<br /><br />And in case any of you are wondering how I spent my long weekend, aside from work on Saturday I spent most of the time cleaning up this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhYMcPNc9nenBsuInF1ynuC7Jkh96iBjEXv1waw7d8ipt4P5uREj6Fq-AwvX0Pcm8Wd6OI1v8GKfYO9k8EkYSGtjttx_ziHFzcByAaRTv05gq6M50gNg_eOYrgyuItGA_imIjAI0Kw-E/s1600-h/stuff.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211280400402290994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhYMcPNc9nenBsuInF1ynuC7Jkh96iBjEXv1waw7d8ipt4P5uREj6Fq-AwvX0Pcm8Wd6OI1v8GKfYO9k8EkYSGtjttx_ziHFzcByAaRTv05gq6M50gNg_eOYrgyuItGA_imIjAI0Kw-E/s200/stuff.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Oh what an exciting life we lead...<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Well I'm off to find me a band and work on those rocking skills<br /></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519789370820840424noreply@blogger.com0