<?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-346641888117900780</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:18:13.462+10:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='tags'/><category term='books'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='WYD'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='photos cooking'/><category term='Food for Thought'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Desultory Ramblings of a Catholic Homeschooler.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1101606426444078088</id><published>2009-10-10T20:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:22:05.476+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Anna Maria over at &lt;a href="http://mykoalasong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koalas Song &lt;/a&gt;Tagged me with this quiz and&lt;br /&gt;Awarded me with the awesome award. :D Thanks Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a very interesting fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;I am the 3ed oldest of 12 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are two things in this world you love very much?&lt;br /&gt;God and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken and mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favourite movie/book character?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm I don't really have a favorite but if i had to choose right now I'd probably say Mr Knightly from Jane Austins Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;it changes, sometimes yellow sometime red. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you random?&lt;br /&gt;yes. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a totem animal?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people follow your main blog?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I haven't counted. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;I don't usely pick alot of favorites. I can't pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downhill or Cross-Country skiing?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to try both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda or water?&lt;br /&gt;to taste? Soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends vs. School days?&lt;br /&gt;Weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees or flowers?&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390909149230712034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/StBbTxhMxOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6sJWqoepa6A/s200/queenaward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Awesome Award comes a list of rules. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: List seven thing that make me Awe-Summm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Pass the Award on to seven bloggers I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Tag those seven bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see what makes me awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am the one and only person like me. I personally think that's quite awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a little sister with down syndrome who says the I am "the best" :) and copy's my every step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was born into a completely awesome family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I get on with most people I met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am studying to become a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am Aussie country girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was alot harder then i thought it would be. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1101606426444078088?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1101606426444078088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1101606426444078088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1101606426444078088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1101606426444078088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/StBbTxhMxOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6sJWqoepa6A/s72-c/queenaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-913594297773139168</id><published>2009-06-24T17:56:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:17:01.100+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkHfJU1MGsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QBN5YFuinUo/s1600-h/SUNGLASSERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350803183596477122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkHfJU1MGsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QBN5YFuinUo/s400/SUNGLASSERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my Sunnies, not only do they help when driving towards the sun, they make some great props for photos too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-913594297773139168?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/913594297773139168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=913594297773139168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/913594297773139168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/913594297773139168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunglasses.html' title='Sunglasses'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkHfJU1MGsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QBN5YFuinUo/s72-c/SUNGLASSERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5903428701447843850</id><published>2009-06-23T19:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:01:06.517+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunny day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After so manys days of rain, we had such a lovely warm and sunny day today that I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to get my camera out, go for a walk and get some photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCzhaUJXaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6WCQ8HPzABg/s1600-h/June+09+662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473743897025954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCzhaUJXaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6WCQ8HPzABg/s320/June+09+662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Two Lorikeets enjoying the cake crumbs i threw to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCzhCsqwgI/AAAAAAAAATw/q4c6XZ1xPPU/s1600-h/June+09+685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350473737557426690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCzhCsqwgI/AAAAAAAAATw/q4c6XZ1xPPU/s320/June+09+685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The lilys in the dam were looking so lovely and the bees were out and about, i couldn't help myself and took way to many photos of them again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCumjOy7ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/d7LNylXJ-Tc/s1600-h/June+09+644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468334631710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCumjOy7ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/d7LNylXJ-Tc/s320/June+09+644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mushrooms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCumcgXseI/AAAAAAAAATg/k7hP5Xt4Xmg/s1600-h/June+09+649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468332826374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCumcgXseI/AAAAAAAAATg/k7hP5Xt4Xmg/s320/June+09+649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; These flowers always look so bright, sunny and clean.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5903428701447843850?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5903428701447843850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5903428701447843850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5903428701447843850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5903428701447843850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunny-day.html' title='A sunny day.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SkCzhaUJXaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6WCQ8HPzABg/s72-c/June+09+662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4248922692617121010</id><published>2009-06-14T18:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:34:38.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjS16NH_nSI/AAAAAAAAATY/FqPcepXfn8w/s1600-h/May+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347098669155851554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjS16NH_nSI/AAAAAAAAATY/FqPcepXfn8w/s400/May+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4248922692617121010?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4248922692617121010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4248922692617121010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4248922692617121010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4248922692617121010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-of-day.html' title='Photo of the day.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjS16NH_nSI/AAAAAAAAATY/FqPcepXfn8w/s72-c/May+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6695675630681131460</id><published>2009-06-13T19:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:10:27.296+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>To cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjNsjnPatUI/AAAAAAAAATI/p6nrK9E_Is0/s1600-h/May+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736541703779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjNsjnPatUI/AAAAAAAAATI/p6nrK9E_Is0/s320/May+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6695675630681131460?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6695675630681131460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6695675630681131460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6695675630681131460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6695675630681131460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-cute.html' title='To cute'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SjNsjnPatUI/AAAAAAAAATI/p6nrK9E_Is0/s72-c/May+228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4198789578461925025</id><published>2009-05-24T11:05:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:37:20.093+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Floods again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi-vhtBckI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZvpOAQT2IBs/s1600-h/bridge+underwater.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339227081958060610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi-vhtBckI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZvpOAQT2IBs/s320/bridge+underwater.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bridge. A little higher and the lower walk way could of been covered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi-BtKl5rI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yUhGsHzlPAs/s1600-h/fence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339226294760892082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi-BtKl5rI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yUhGsHzlPAs/s320/fence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9wpLYj4I/AAAAAAAAASw/p4rLPK27tG8/s1600-h/footyfeild.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339226001632694146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9wpLYj4I/AAAAAAAAASw/p4rLPK27tG8/s320/footyfeild.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Footy field, now a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9Z0KvcKI/AAAAAAAAASo/a3NHCvsz9ys/s1600-h/steps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225609445798050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9Z0KvcKI/AAAAAAAAASo/a3NHCvsz9ys/s320/steps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;underwater Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9HzDIXFI/AAAAAAAAASg/FjWk2Bba3c4/s1600-h/tree+at+the+back+st+marys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225299907796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi9HzDIXFI/AAAAAAAAASg/FjWk2Bba3c4/s320/tree+at+the+back+st+marys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a tree may give you some idea as to the depth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi8uBRNmRI/AAAAAAAAASY/QnbvnsWcgKY/s1600-h/convent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339224857048357138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi8uBRNmRI/AAAAAAAAASY/QnbvnsWcgKY/s320/convent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The convent gets its feet wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi8aWkloXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xQApNXSYqeU/s1600-h/rslclub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339224519169384818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi8aWkloXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xQApNXSYqeU/s320/rslclub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RSL Club under slightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi7dytvFhI/AAAAAAAAASI/jqL07uxkrNo/s1600-h/clothsline+at+st+marys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339223478751925778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi7dytvFhI/AAAAAAAAASI/jqL07uxkrNo/s320/clothsline+at+st+marys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4198789578461925025?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4198789578461925025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4198789578461925025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4198789578461925025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4198789578461925025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/floods-again.html' title='Floods again.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Shi-vhtBckI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZvpOAQT2IBs/s72-c/bridge+underwater.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-7081312668904834191</id><published>2009-05-23T20:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:24:50.825+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For as long as I can rmemeber I have loved raindrops. the are so small, yet each drop adds to the green grass, the full tank, dams, creak and rivers.&lt;br /&gt;And beside that they are beautful and single drops or as a lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/ShfN_urKkVI/AAAAAAAAASA/FZJw9faqE5M/s1600-h/May+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338962378015543634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/ShfN_urKkVI/AAAAAAAAASA/FZJw9faqE5M/s320/May+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/ShfN_ZgaKDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Q1MZnfXNw9U/s1600-h/May+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338962372333283378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/ShfN_ZgaKDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Q1MZnfXNw9U/s320/May+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-7081312668904834191?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7081312668904834191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=7081312668904834191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7081312668904834191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7081312668904834191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/ShfN_urKkVI/AAAAAAAAASA/FZJw9faqE5M/s72-c/May+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2040022213853701554</id><published>2009-05-23T20:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:14:04.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdities.</title><content type='html'>A Friend of mine had the great idea of a blog, and so together we set to work.&lt;br /&gt;It still needs a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; polishing, but please take the time and go and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Absurdities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynnmcb.typepad.com/absurdities/"&gt;http://lynnmcb.typepad.com/absurdities/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2040022213853701554?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2040022213853701554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2040022213853701554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2040022213853701554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2040022213853701554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/absurdities.html' title='Absurdities.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1451513439779423303</id><published>2009-05-16T20:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:07:46.958+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A walk in the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6dzK8JZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/7iOOeD5VR4Y/s1600-h/April+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6dzJZhgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/M6HRu8Aj1Jc/s1600-h/April+09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336376110502478402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6dzJZhgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/M6HRu8Aj1Jc/s320/April+09+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336372637756817682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6apAacARI/AAAAAAAAARA/oYNSQG6GxZg/s320/May+09+447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cE82KvOI/AAAAAAAAARY/AZbTT0eZI00/s1600-h/May+09+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336374217347349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cE82KvOI/AAAAAAAAARY/AZbTT0eZI00/s320/May+09+454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cEunCxvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DHT2IXN_x-Q/s1600-h/May+09+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336374213525817074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cEunCxvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DHT2IXN_x-Q/s320/May+09+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cEYbKrVI/AAAAAAAAARI/owffpsR7hSw/s1600-h/May+09+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336374207570423122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6cEYbKrVI/AAAAAAAAARI/owffpsR7hSw/s320/May+09+382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336376112888214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6dzSSU8mI/AAAAAAAAARw/mAIDOIrTB_g/s320/April+09+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1451513439779423303?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1451513439779423303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1451513439779423303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1451513439779423303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1451513439779423303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-in-garden.html' title='A walk in the Garden'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sg6dzJZhgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/M6HRu8Aj1Jc/s72-c/April+09+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-8751193424519957945</id><published>2009-05-10T17:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:29:48.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Padric's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Paddy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098579217980274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaGZYM0G3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/UpySHTc-g00/s320/May+09+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cute little brother cuts his cake, useing the back of the knife.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaGZ6zefxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-DQ_vzpdstU/s1600-h/May+09+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098588506947346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaGZ6zefxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-DQ_vzpdstU/s320/May+09+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is what happened with left over iceing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-8751193424519957945?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8751193424519957945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=8751193424519957945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8751193424519957945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8751193424519957945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/padrics-birthday.html' title='Padric&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaGZYM0G3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/UpySHTc-g00/s72-c/May+09+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6843410760747762095</id><published>2009-05-10T17:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:34:11.151+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mothers Day Mum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334094552536444210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaCu_pH7TI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RxpjTEb-xmw/s320/leighton8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;  Love you! &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/346641888117900780-6843410760747762095?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6843410760747762095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6843410760747762095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6843410760747762095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6843410760747762095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers day.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SgaCu_pH7TI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RxpjTEb-xmw/s72-c/leighton8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4144208020174134747</id><published>2009-05-01T19:42:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:22:03.559+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Quotes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SfrGA1JJUiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cg-Cip8adwM/s1600-h/repanzal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330790826514141730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SfrGA1JJUiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cg-Cip8adwM/s320/repanzal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"There is no place for selfishness—and no place for fear! Do not be afraid, then, when love makes demands. Do not be afraid when love requires sacrifice"- Pope John Paul II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of my favorite quotes of all. You can almost feel the passion its said with just reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Another one which stands out to me is this one of Mother Teresa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Love to be real, it must cost—it must hurt—it must empty us of self."- Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And a few others worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Intense love does not measure . . . it just gives."- Mother Teresa "The person who does not decide to love forever will find it very difficult to really love for even one day."- Pope John Paul II "Man cannot live without love. He remains a being that is incomprehensible for himself, his life is senseless, if love is not revealed to him, if he does not encounter love, if he does not experience it and make it his own, if he does not participate intimately in it. This is why Christ the Redeemer 'fully reveals man to himself.'"- Pope John Paul II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Real love is demanding. I would fail in my mission if I did not tell you so. Love demands a personal commitment to the will of God."- Pope John Paul II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4144208020174134747?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4144208020174134747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4144208020174134747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4144208020174134747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4144208020174134747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SfrGA1JJUiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cg-Cip8adwM/s72-c/repanzal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-7623259914770108388</id><published>2009-04-17T20:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:27:15.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A country girls best friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325603875564297810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SehYgjF0HlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uDZQXSfLnBg/s320/April+09+597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325603881066109074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SehYg3ljGJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zVXu3uuLRX8/s320/April+09+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-7623259914770108388?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7623259914770108388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=7623259914770108388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7623259914770108388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7623259914770108388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/country-girls-best-friends.html' title='A country girls best friends.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SehYgjF0HlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uDZQXSfLnBg/s72-c/April+09+597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6848141479945212317</id><published>2009-04-12T18:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:56:02.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He has Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SeGpswOgJjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4QLlVk35EPg/s1600-h/April+09+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722820853704242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SeGpswOgJjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4QLlVk35EPg/s400/April+09+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matthew 28:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6848141479945212317?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6848141479945212317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6848141479945212317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6848141479945212317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6848141479945212317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has Risen!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SeGpswOgJjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4QLlVk35EPg/s72-c/April+09+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-347145695148146607</id><published>2009-04-08T20:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:47:46.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few photos of flowers I thought I'd share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322265322392214994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx8HLWRXdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Duu3olLuQHw/s400/busy+bee.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my favorite photo for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx9SHt9EaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0vAa09hsV1w/s1600-h/grass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322266609907995042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx9SHt9EaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0vAa09hsV1w/s400/grass.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok so its not what most people think of when they read flower...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx9RenFAPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Meyb77L_1Os/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322266598873301234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx9RenFAPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Meyb77L_1Os/s400/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you zoom in on this one, you can see a bug on the flower. (or if you look closely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-347145695148146607?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/347145695148146607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=347145695148146607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/347145695148146607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/347145695148146607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers.html' title='Flowers.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/Sdx8HLWRXdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Duu3olLuQHw/s72-c/busy+bee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5095220292531576393</id><published>2009-04-05T21:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:09:09.459+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Darkened Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiQlFqoiXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RWvq682geSk/s1600-h/inverted+Candle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161926588795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiQlFqoiXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RWvq682geSk/s320/inverted+Candle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just playing round, and thought this was slightly interesting, so see as I was already on here I thought I'd share. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5095220292531576393?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5095220292531576393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5095220292531576393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5095220292531576393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5095220292531576393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/darkened-candle.html' title='Darkened Candle'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiQlFqoiXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RWvq682geSk/s72-c/inverted+Candle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6301710962795034912</id><published>2009-04-05T20:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:04:34.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More flooding rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEVpko3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/tswHQ4Hn4aY/s1600-h/rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321160264432001906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEVpko3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/tswHQ4Hn4aY/s320/rain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T&lt;em&gt;he rain heading over the mountians &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321160258766237186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEAiv7gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p-xd8UzUSKo/s320/March+09+583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J&lt;em&gt;ust a little higher then before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEZislyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lY3WWm_nG80/s1600-h/birds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321160265476904738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEZislyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lY3WWm_nG80/s320/birds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; W&lt;em&gt;ith all the rain came the parrots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321160260653079122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEHkm2lI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TgCW5m7Qr2k/s320/March+09+563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O&lt;em&gt;ne of them being a bit of a show off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6301710962795034912?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6301710962795034912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6301710962795034912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6301710962795034912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6301710962795034912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-flooding-rains.html' title='More flooding rains'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdiPEVpko3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/tswHQ4Hn4aY/s72-c/rain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1712239670277930793</id><published>2009-03-30T18:17:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:00:15.282+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos cooking'/><title type='text'>Monday meals.</title><content type='html'>Since last Thursday, I had been on a diet, to see if I could improve on my health. So I'm not to eat gluten, corn or dairy. Making it hard to find much I can eat!So doing a bit of a Internet search the other day to find foods I can eat, I came across a recipe for Cashew Chicken. I cooked it up tonight. It was rather yummy! One that's already been put into my cookbook I have been trying to together as I find nice things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319133172986583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdFbcFjcl_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/E5LgaBcA-QU/s320/chicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashew Chicken Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons peanut oil&lt;br /&gt;100 g unsalted dry-roasted cashews&lt;br /&gt;1/2 onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 red chili pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh basil leaf&lt;br /&gt;500 g chicken fillets,&lt;br /&gt;sliced 1 tablespoon palm sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;1 lime, juice of or lemon, juice of (1 squeeze)&lt;br /&gt;fish sauce, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1Heat peanut oil in a pre-heated wok. Fry the cashew nuts until they are a light golden brown. Remove nuts onto absorbent paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Heat oil again in the wok. Stirfry onion and chili pepper and garlic until it is light brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Add 3/4 cup basil leaves and saute until the mixture is fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Add chicken slices and continue to stirfry all ingredients over moderate heat for approximately 2 minutes until the colour of the meat changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5Add cashew nuts, remaining basil leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6Stir in the palm sugar, squeeze of lime or lemon and pinch of salt and sprinkle in the fish sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Serve with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each monday night is my night to cook, so I'll (hopefully) be adding more recipes as I cook them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1712239670277930793?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1712239670277930793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1712239670277930793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1712239670277930793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1712239670277930793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-meals.html' title='Monday meals.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SdFbcFjcl_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/E5LgaBcA-QU/s72-c/chicken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2937831082120193864</id><published>2009-03-15T19:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:11:04.857+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange dream.</title><content type='html'>Heres a dream i had once, i wrote it down and though I'd put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;Its rather weird. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one&lt;br /&gt;It all begain in a garden. A girl walks into a beautiful garden, with strong, sweet smelling flowers. A large white house stood on the middle of the garden, it was two story with balconies running right round the house on both floors.&lt;br /&gt;On the highest boncony a boy stood with a pair a binoculers.&lt;br /&gt;The girl saw all this but didn't think much of it, the smell was to intoxicating, but in a nice way. She lay down amongst the flowers and drifted into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Part two&lt;br /&gt;(can't remember this part well, its a bit hazy)&lt;br /&gt;A corupt police man wanted to get rid of the garden, so he went to the police force and lied about the garden. The police decides to get rid of the garden those living there.&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;A whisper on the wind warned the Princess whom lived in the garden, along with her flower maidens. These maidan and the princess could change from a flower into a person whenever they chose, but they enjoyed the careless ways of being a flower and only changed there forms when the need arose. Now they all gained there humen forms, and the sleeping girl though she slept still, knew all that went on, wether it was though her dreams or the magic of the garden none ever knew. The Princess watched as a thick dead looking hedge sprang out of the ground to protect the garden. It also had a mind of its own and conversed easily with the maidans.&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;The police sent a groop of 20 police to cheack things out, they walked though the gate way one at a time, the leader, a young man went though first, he looked around the garden and saw its loveliness, then he spied the sleeping girl, whom just happened to awaken at that moment. He relised that the police had all been fooled and he and his men went in and started talking and befriending the flower maidans and the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;The young leader apoligezed to the Princess, but soon relised the worse was soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;The evil police had seen that his plan failed, called for more police as back up, saying that the other 20 and been captured and needed help!&lt;br /&gt;Part 5&lt;br /&gt;A old battered combe van pulled up outside the garden, greeted by the thick dead hedge.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the van were the 200 hundred police come to save the 20 inside. Just then, the hedge sunk back into the ground, the garden was gone! and only 5 police, the princess, and the sleeping girl stood there with a large mat. On the mat was a picture of a garden, fall of flowers with a white house in the middle. the head of the police force came forward and asked the leader of the 20 police. He asked what was going on, the young leader explain there was no propalem, it was all a lie, he didn't explain that there was a garden there once, or that most of his men and the flower maidens had sunk at there own free will into the mat. For now they had been sent to the world in which they and once come from, and the police men had liked the idea of going to this other world.&lt;br /&gt;The Princess stayed and was keen to learn about this new world she had been thrusted into.&lt;br /&gt;Part 6&lt;br /&gt;(now it gets weird)&lt;br /&gt;The young leader, the sleepy girl and the princess are next seen in a ship on its way to another planet a 1000 light years away, thankfully in this ship it would take all of ten minuets to get there. there were many screens and the princess was fasinateed as they flue futher away from earth, soon it was but a small dot on the screen, and then it was gone. The Princess was told how far they were from earth, she looked at her hands and said in wonder "I'm 800 light years old?" Soon they arrived at the planet they needed. They walked into the house of a old man wearing a cloak, somewhere along the way they had picked up a new freind, a boy. He was a old freind to the leader and new all his tricks.&lt;br /&gt;So when they went inside and were passed rubber rings by the leader, the boy knew what to do with them. He showed the girls how to use them. The wraped around ones fingers and were ment to record the leader and the old man talking.&lt;br /&gt;The girls couldn't get theres to work, so the Princess hid the one that was given to the girls. when the leader asked for the rings, she wasn't able to get it. After whispering to the boy and the sleepy girl they figuered the boy should go get it. he left. Next thing they all knew, a lot of people were coming in to see the leader and it turned into party.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2937831082120193864?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2937831082120193864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2937831082120193864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2937831082120193864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2937831082120193864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-dream.html' title='A strange dream.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6802694503020516199</id><published>2009-03-11T19:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:21:04.766+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photo time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311840307388025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdyncF3CjI/AAAAAAAAANo/ljB62EGJ0m0/s400/March+09+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The bird catcher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311840299909264242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdynAOyM3I/AAAAAAAAANY/n7cHiCRa0vM/s400/March+09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311840300236607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdynBc1D3I/AAAAAAAAANg/4rOFrhF04B8/s400/March+09+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our newest member of the snake gang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdyncHQKtI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZmQsKEC_Jq8/s1600-h/March+09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311840307393866450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdyncHQKtI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZmQsKEC_Jq8/s400/March+09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Blue sunset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6802694503020516199?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6802694503020516199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6802694503020516199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6802694503020516199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6802694503020516199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-time.html' title='Photo time.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SbdyncF3CjI/AAAAAAAAANo/ljB62EGJ0m0/s72-c/March+09+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3174784825020688487</id><published>2009-03-10T21:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:43:39.718+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Words from the Saints</title><content type='html'>Saint John Chrysostom on women's dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You carry your snare everywhere and spread your nets in all places. You allege that you never invited others to sin. You did not, indeed, by your words, but you have done so by your dress and your deportment. ... When you have made another sin in his heart, how can you be innocent? Tell me, whom does this world condemn? Whom do judges punish? Those who drink poison or those who prepare it and administer the fatal potion? You have prepared the abominable cup, you have given the death dealing drink, and you are more criminal than are those who poison the body; you murder not the body but the soul. And it is not to enemies you do this, nor are you urged on by any imaginary necessity, nor provoked by injury, but out of foolish vanity and pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And its not to enemies you do this"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch! in other words, when we dress provocatively, we&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;have prepared the abominable cup, you have given the death dealing drink"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To none other then to those we love!&lt;br /&gt;Can we call ourselves true friends, while knowingly committing such a mean act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint John Chrysostom lived in the forth century, the way women dressed back then was much tamer then now, and his words are strongly spoken on the loose flowing Roman and Greek styles. If some of the fashions back then could be so harmful for the soul, what is the little bits of fabric girls wear doing to their male friends soul?&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the fashions of today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harmful&lt;/span&gt; to others, they degrade the wearer, they kill all respect for the wearer, and the reduce her to nothing other then what she chooses to show. She is no longer a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Wear clothes. Not small bits of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fabric&lt;/span&gt; that cover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write as powerfully as St Jonh. :s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3174784825020688487?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3174784825020688487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3174784825020688487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3174784825020688487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3174784825020688487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-from-saints.html' title='Words from the Saints'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5230005896126693885</id><published>2009-03-10T20:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:01:10.309+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What Disney Princess are you?</title><content type='html'>Seems i'm a Cinderella.... Funny, I never liked her much. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your parents is dead&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are expected to do a lot of chores&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to dress up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love animals&lt;br /&gt;[X] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;[] Your mom is really strict&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[X] You're afraid to speak your mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have left your shoes at a friend's house before&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have blonde hair (dark blondish)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've kissed someone your friends didn't like&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been lost in the forest&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[] You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is a bit weird&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done volunteer work&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;[] You love to take care of people in need&lt;br /&gt;[] You've had guys like you only because they think you're pretty&lt;br /&gt;[] You've rejected at least one person when they've asked you out&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your dad is very rich/important&lt;br /&gt;[] You are very clever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been with someone way different from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're unique and different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;[x] You'd never marry someone just because they were rich&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have set a lot of goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[] You're independent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wealthy&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents try to control your life&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You really try to follow the rules, but it's hard for you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're a bit of a trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;[] You're the youngest in your family or in the last 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a lot of sisters&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You collect something&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had long hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You're extremely curious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe everything people tell you/you're a bit gullible&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you’re beautiful heehee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've almost been killed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least seven good friends&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You've had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had short hair (years ago)&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You get along with almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[x ] All of your friends are different&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're happier when you're out of the house than in&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You can be a tomboy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People wish you could be a bit more girly&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've pretended to be someone you’re not&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had a physical fight with someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had considered running away from home (kinda... lol)&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents try to plan your life out&lt;br /&gt;[] A lot of your friends are boys&lt;br /&gt;[] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You love your family so much that you'd do anything to protect them&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You live/have lived with someone other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You almost died at a very young age ish..&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a decent singing voice&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to sleep in late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend most of your time outside&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're adopted&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're very romantic&lt;br /&gt;[] Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to walk around and explore big cities&lt;br /&gt;[] You are more spiritual than religious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been in an interracial relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is dead (dad, uncle, aunt, grandpa, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Your parents are very protective of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone you know has been in war&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love nature&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have/had black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5230005896126693885?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5230005896126693885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5230005896126693885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5230005896126693885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5230005896126693885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='What Disney Princess are you?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3095609485448962356</id><published>2009-02-21T19:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:15:37.501+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy's stay.</title><content type='html'>This post is a bit late, But after a reminder, I thought I would still post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159741419207682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ-2rUf-vAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/orIukQ_A6AE/s320/Feb+09+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing Chess.&lt;br /&gt;My little 4 yr old brother shot this photo. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159739529279618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ-2rNdYuII/AAAAAAAAANI/FFxw_eDxnMA/s320/Feb+09+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anthony trying to jump onto Lizzy's lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159740031185730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ-2rPVDM0I/AAAAAAAAANA/8xgVTc1JsNs/s320/Feb+09+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lizzy milking the cow. I believe she decided it was easier then milking the goat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159735721859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ-2q_RoGzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ez0ZVlb-EfY/s320/Feb+09+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again, with Brigid having a go as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3095609485448962356?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3095609485448962356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3095609485448962356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3095609485448962356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3095609485448962356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/lizzys-stay.html' title='Lizzy&apos;s stay.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ-2rUf-vAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/orIukQ_A6AE/s72-c/Feb+09+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5997228026528574017</id><published>2009-02-18T18:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:57:46.404+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Droughts and Flooding Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ0BsiGqPSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7yOWHzeo8uw/s1600-h/pats+fence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304397800692923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ0BsiGqPSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7yOWHzeo8uw/s400/pats+fence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After roughly a week of rain, our creek has swollen and spilt over the banks.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when the rain paused for a while, we went for a walk to see how high had come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu4-vRya9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZIK0u-vLS80/s1600-h/Feb+09+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304036374141365202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu4-vRya9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZIK0u-vLS80/s320/Feb+09+327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where our path is in dry weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu4-oTq0qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DF3UdLRlvT8/s1600-h/Feb+09+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304036372270207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu4-oTq0qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DF3UdLRlvT8/s320/Feb+09+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our neighbour's place, the tree line in the back round is where the creek is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304395988974526610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ0ADE7VYJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/honK2Qg_Z84/s320/Feb+09+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Again this is our neighbours place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304395985432657122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ0AC3u4vOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CF2PVmfPym0/s320/Dog.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is taken on the path to the creek crossing. However the crossing isn't even visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5997228026528574017?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5997228026528574017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5997228026528574017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5997228026528574017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5997228026528574017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-droughts-and-flooding-rains.html' title='Of Droughts and Flooding Rains'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZ0BsiGqPSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7yOWHzeo8uw/s72-c/pats+fence.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3277776520001327642</id><published>2009-02-18T17:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:19:38.892+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Mud Slides</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we had a new dam dug, and we have been waiting for the rain to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031285420760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0WiUQHQI/AAAAAAAAALg/gWEsLVMO4ZQ/s320/Feb+09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a week of rain the dam was half full, and had a great Mud slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031292095993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0W7LwFnI/AAAAAAAAALo/pYpt4QAPqVg/s320/Feb+09+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then over night, It filled right up to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031294306851394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0XDa3GkI/AAAAAAAAALw/2goz9qrd10w/s320/Feb+09+299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly all that water will soon be gone, We found the Dam has three leaks in the back wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031298871315922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0XUbHTdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LY-Lj4OBwsU/s320/Feb+09+292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top had started to cave in. Hopefully, the rain will stop so we can fix it before it fall down completly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0XuB8LvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3PXYDM7gPxo/s1600-h/Feb+09+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031305745051378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0XuB8LvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3PXYDM7gPxo/s320/Feb+09+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3277776520001327642?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3277776520001327642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3277776520001327642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3277776520001327642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3277776520001327642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-and-mud-slides.html' title='Rain and Mud Slides'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SZu0WiUQHQI/AAAAAAAAALg/gWEsLVMO4ZQ/s72-c/Feb+09+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6664636863706527095</id><published>2009-02-10T21:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:43:00.590+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Randomness inspired by Lizzy, And a Conversation.</title><content type='html'>Erin: As you might know Lizzy is staying over for a few days, so we are having random talks about boiling men's brains, Inside out belly butten's and silliness in general. That's not the whole of it, but some of the weird things that have been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LizzyMostly its been decidedly strange with a touch of treachery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Beware if you know Lizzy, she may have said something about you! lol&lt;br /&gt;Mostly good, hopefully.... maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy: I have come to defend this noble cause of my consciousness, stateing my innocence in the clearest of terms.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: But can she prove that she is innocent? Shall we ask her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy:Perhaps not with tangible, solid proof.  However my conscious is clear, and perhaps I have prayed for you instead.  Maybe that is scarier.  As Stephen said, if you prayed for people more often than you thought about them, more would get done.  Entirely noble, however, somewhat impractical, trying to remember.  Shall try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: That should be enough proof for now, I hope. If you you belive her. ;)  I belive her.&lt;br /&gt;Now for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy: Perhaps the motto, not particuarly wise, but decidedly interesting as stated by Luke; "Close your eyes and hope for the best, however not while driving,"  Interesting and worthy of random giggles.   If you understand the female mind, which brings me to the worthy thought of men's brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: yes, well, they are confussing at first, but we are trying to understand them. Failing that, someone thought it would be good to eat them. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy:  Not sure I would like to eat them.  I personally do not like brains, though maybe it would increase your IQ????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: prehapes.... maybe... I don't think so though. Maybe it would depend on the brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy:  Now we are deciding if it is even remotely wise to try and publish this or just send it to some poor individual.  hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Or just stop now, and use the excuse of being over tired??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy:  Ah yes, goodbye from the two mad giggling professing wafflelators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Till next time, this is (see above)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6664636863706527095?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6664636863706527095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6664636863706527095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6664636863706527095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6664636863706527095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-inspired-by-lizzy-and.html' title='Randomness inspired by Lizzy, And a Conversation.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-7278652929163660856</id><published>2009-01-15T21:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:30:49.418+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Christmas season and the weeks since had flown by, and I let this blog fall silent for a while without even realising it.  Many Blessings came to us this Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;There is one I like to show you. Our new foal, Stella was born on Boxing day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          Here she is having a nap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291461980033363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SW8Moq5frgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dBhzGYNYFLQ/s320/Dec+08+552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason of even greater joy, is the news that My &lt;a href="http://www.lynnmcb.typepad.com/"&gt;mother &lt;/a&gt;has now shared, so I am very, very happy to say, that come July I shall have a new little brother or sister! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I'd like to wish everyone a happy new year, I know its a bit belated but the year is still in its baby stages. May God Bless you all this year, and may you all grow in him even more.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-7278652929163660856?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7278652929163660856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=7278652929163660856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7278652929163660856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7278652929163660856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-season-and-weeks-since-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SW8Moq5frgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dBhzGYNYFLQ/s72-c/Dec+08+552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-6398521139932103221</id><published>2008-12-15T18:48:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:04:48.485+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Frying Pan's Theology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Snowflakes are falling&lt;br /&gt;Gentle and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Yougster say "Frying Pan&lt;br /&gt;What makes it snow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frying Pan, confident&lt;br /&gt;Makes the reply-&lt;br /&gt;"shake 'im big flour bag&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What! when there's miles of it?&lt;br /&gt;Surely thats brag.&lt;br /&gt;Who is there stong enough&lt;br /&gt;Ahake such a bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What parson tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;Old mister Dodd,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you in sunday-school?&lt;br /&gt;Big pfeller God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him dive 'im bullock dray&lt;br /&gt;Then thunder go;&lt;br /&gt;Him shake 'im flour bag-&lt;br /&gt;Tumble down snow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.B paterson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-6398521139932103221?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6398521139932103221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=6398521139932103221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6398521139932103221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/6398521139932103221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/false-colours.html' title='Frying Pan&apos;s Theology'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4277808073552430030</id><published>2008-12-15T18:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:43:55.007+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>False Colours.</title><content type='html'>Georgette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hayer&lt;/span&gt; writes this intriguing if sometimes confusing book, False Colours.&lt;br /&gt;when I first found it at my grandmothers place, the cover of the book, pictured here, and the description on the back, caught my interest almost immediately, when I open the cover and found written inside that it had been given to my Mum for Christmas 10 years before I was born, I was didn't put it down, but sat and started reading. When I came home, I brought the book with me, and have read it though twice.&lt;br /&gt;The story is set in the world of Ladies and Gents, attending Balls, of stiff politeness and chivalry, a time many people have come to know though the works of Jane Austin. Though Georgette's writing style differs greatly from Miss Austins.&lt;br /&gt;Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fancot&lt;/span&gt;, arrives home unexpectedly late at night, though not unwelcome. His Mother greets him, and he soon finds his visit home was very timely. His twin brother, Evelyn, has gone missing, and though not a unusual event, his mother is worried as he has a appointment the next evening to meet the family of his bride to be. All this is news to Kit, he didn't even know his brother was engaged. And only engaged to the girl, because it would enable him to pay of his mother huge amounts of debt. When Evelyn fails to show, Kit posers as his brother and saves his brother from disgrace, for them moment.&lt;br /&gt;As the summer continues, Kit finds himself falling in love with his brothers Fiancee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cressida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The girl doesn't take long to realise Kit was filling his brothers place, and where she never loved the older brother she was beginning to return Kits feelings.&lt;br /&gt;When Evelyn does turn up, with a broken arm, the brother must find another way to discharge their mothers debts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; She fell silent for a few moments; and as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;though she&lt;/span&gt; were carefully picking her words 'Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Denville&lt;/span&gt;, when you did me the honour of asking me to marry you, we discussed the matter - we &lt;em&gt;began&lt;/em&gt; to discuss the matter quite frankly. But we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;were interrupted&lt;/span&gt;, as I expect you recall, and there has been no opportunity since that day to resume our discussion' she raised her eyes to his face. ' should like to be able to do so before coming to an irrevocable decision' He had been regarding her over the rim of his wine glass, but set the glass down at this,saying involuntarily: 'I thought you &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; come to a decision! how is this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4277808073552430030?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4277808073552430030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4277808073552430030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4277808073552430030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4277808073552430030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/false-colours_15.html' title='False Colours.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2006580870057268614</id><published>2008-12-09T11:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:18:19.968+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Music quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windrider93.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Waltzing Matilda, Sang by John Willamson. I wonder who wrote this song? Is that something i should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Born to try by Delta Goodrem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Dreaming with my eyes open - Clay Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Summer song - Jump 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? The Pretty place - Paul Kelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Look so fine, feel so low - Paul Kelly (some motto...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Sanctuary - Delta Goodem. Wow thats kinda cool.... lol I'm not sure if they'd agree though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Steer - Missy Higgins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2? For sale - Kasey Chambers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Careless -Paul Kelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? 100 round the Bend - Missy Higgins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? track 4 - unknow lol Ok I think you'l forgive me for braking the rules and doing this one again . Frozen - Within Temption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Lost and Found - Kasey Chambers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Somebody Like You - Keith Urban  Aww Thats kinda sweet. Not the best song, but still...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Put Me in the Picture - Jump 5. haha hmmm random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Back on the Grader - Sara Storer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Sweet Guy - Paul Kelly. Oh thats so bad, I have to get rid of that song! I forgot I had it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS If I could make a living - Clay Walker.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Angel in my Heart - Jump 5.  I don't see how thats a bad thing..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? Breathless - the Corrs. haha! Gosh thats rather sad. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Wrinkles - John Willamson. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Bradman - Paul Kelly. Bradman makes me laugh???? Thats very weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Song from the sixteenth floor - Paul Kelly (Why on earth am I getting all the Paul Kelly songs? I really don't have that many. lol      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? I was only 19 - redgum.  I'm not sure if this really answers the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? You are Holy - Robert Galea. Ok... lets pretend it's saying I have a deep fear of God. ;)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Watch This - Clay Walker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? You look good in my shirt - Keith Urban. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANY LAST WORDS? Restless - Within Temption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm rather random, at times funny. Mainly a time waster though.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2006580870057268614?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2006580870057268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2006580870057268614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2006580870057268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2006580870057268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-quiz.html' title='Music quiz.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-468569165840642260</id><published>2008-12-08T21:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:20.930+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Chain of Love.</title><content type='html'>For a while now the song 'Chain of Love' has been a favorite of mine. I stumbled across it once on YouTube, and loved it ever since.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oCm8ECm-po&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oCm8ECm-po&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;So imagine my surprise when I received this email. It had a few changes but still was the same story. &lt;br /&gt;I like it so much I just had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND&lt;br /&gt;One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.' He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have Been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' Under the napkin were four more $100. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the Money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-468569165840642260?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/468569165840642260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=468569165840642260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/468569165840642260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/468569165840642260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/chain-of-love.html' title='Chain of Love.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1945726101018922946</id><published>2008-12-08T20:35:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:25:18.512+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Advent with My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/STzw4aDEzmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jfm5txCGC8s/s1600-h/Christmastree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277357715226938978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/STzw4aDEzmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jfm5txCGC8s/s200/Christmastree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last two weeks I had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to write a Advent post, With two Sundays already gone by, and still no post, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; I'd share some of our family Advent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the first Sunday of Advent, On which we come home from mass and brake out the Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;box's&lt;/span&gt; that have lain in wait since last Christmas. Out comes the Tree, To be adorned, not in the festive Christmas colours, with glass balls of green, gold and red, but in the colour the Church uses in time of waiting. So our tree is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ornament&lt;/span&gt; of purple covered green. On Christmas eve, the purple with be replaced with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt; colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this first Advent day, we also bring out the nativity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scenes&lt;/span&gt;. Carefully each stable is place around the house, with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;figure's&lt;/span&gt; of Joseph, Mary, shepherds and the wise men. Baby Jesus never is laid in the stable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; Christmas eve when the most the family is sleeping. This is the remind us that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;preparing&lt;/span&gt; for his coming. I love waking up and seeing the baby Jesus in his place at long last, its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; reminder of the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have grown to love is the Advent wreath, the lighting of the candles each night, as we say our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; prayers, each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; adding the glow of another candle. For me it builds up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt;, I long to see all the candles lit and burning together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of December, The feast St Nicolas, my family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; by following the good Saints example. He was a rich young man who never failed to give to the needy, he ended up giving away everything he owned.  There is many a story of people waking up to find Nicolas had left gold coins in their shoes, stocking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. So each year, each child in the family wakes to find a bag of chocolate coins, and a book or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;some other&lt;/span&gt; small early gift.&lt;br /&gt;On that day the story of St Nick is read aloud, and we make St Nicolas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt; to have with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though out Advent other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;feast days&lt;/span&gt; that our family love include,&lt;br /&gt;The feast of Our Lady of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Guadalupe&lt;/span&gt;, St Lucy and St Juan Diego, among others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tradition I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; like is that of making rum balls, (and eating them too of course! :D)&lt;br /&gt;My great grandmother and grandmother always made them, And so now does our family, I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I could stand letting a Christmas go without making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'd like to try something new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;. Most people have heard of Ginger bread houses, But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; like to make a stable, or a manger out of some sort of food. I'd prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; chocolate though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1945726101018922946?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1945726101018922946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1945726101018922946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1945726101018922946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1945726101018922946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/advent-with-my-family.html' title='Advent with My Family'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/STzw4aDEzmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jfm5txCGC8s/s72-c/Christmastree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2546788706077069097</id><published>2008-11-18T09:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:31:23.164+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Blogger</title><content type='html'>Crikey! I just realised I have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy... You would not believe how hard it is being waited on hand and foot and generally lounging around. Seriously!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flat out like a lizard drinking with discovering time doesn't stand still, watching the grass grow, just generally being a Darling to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day starts from 8am to I feel like going to bed. I am happy with that. life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day I will write something that makes sense soon. Well, I'll try. Don't hold your breath though, you're likely to turn blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try the &lt;a href="http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html"&gt;Lazy bloggers post generator&lt;/a&gt;. Very intresting... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2546788706077069097?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2546788706077069097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2546788706077069097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2546788706077069097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2546788706077069097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-blogger.html' title='Lazy Blogger'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1734800209641347910</id><published>2008-11-11T12:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:52:41.555+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>On the 8th of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our long awaited foal arrived. I had gone out for the day, and didn't get to see her birth. When mum and I saw her for the first time she was already up and walking around.&lt;br /&gt;We are not sure on her name yet, Probably Lamilla, (Or at least I hope) though mum wants to call her Topaz, and Anthony wants to name her Dancing ramila (trying to say Lamilla) Horse.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos I took on Sunday.... or Monday evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207019448493442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg4Jir5YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L3SBlO4awhI/s320/Nov+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She is a bit shy, so I was pleased to have her come over and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see her Mum doesn't know if that's a good idea. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg4hEGoGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2qOanIs3ca8/s1600-h/Nov+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207025762672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg4hEGoGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2qOanIs3ca8/s320/Nov+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see the white hair around her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg3U4jJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/AYiLLOfamoQ/s1600-h/Lamillaruns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267207005313115986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg3U4jJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/AYiLLOfamoQ/s320/Lamillaruns.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is trying out her legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1734800209641347910?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1734800209641347910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1734800209641347910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1734800209641347910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1734800209641347910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-8th-of-november.html' title='On the 8th of November'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SRjg4Jir5YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L3SBlO4awhI/s72-c/Nov+08+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1248140929880764411</id><published>2008-11-10T11:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:25:59.767+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a muppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Kermit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/kermit.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry - everyone knows it's not easy being green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1248140929880764411?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1248140929880764411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1248140929880764411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1248140929880764411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1248140929880764411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-muppet.html' title='If I were a muppet'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-7855926679517187007</id><published>2008-10-30T09:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:35:10.510+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rosary Novena for America.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lifeinfozone.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/rosary-beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://www.lifeinfozone.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/rosary-beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Call for a Rosary Novena&lt;br /&gt;By Fr. John Corapi&lt;br /&gt;www.fathercorapi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the most important titles we have in the Catholic Church for the Blessed Virgin Mary are Our Lady of Victory and Our Lady of the Rosary.&lt;br /&gt;These titles can be traced back to one of the most decisive times in the history of the world and Christendom. The Battle of Lepanto took place&lt;br /&gt;on October 7 (date of feast of Our Lady of Rosary), 1571. This proved to be the most crucial battle for the Christian forces against the radical&lt;br /&gt;Muslim navy of Turkey. Pope Pius V led a procession around St. Peter's Square in Vatican City praying the Rosary. He showed true pastoral leadership&lt;br /&gt;in recognizing the danger posed to Christendom by the radical Muslim forces, and in using the means necessary to defeat it. Spiritual battles require&lt;br /&gt;spiritual weapons, and this more than anything was a battle that had its origins in the spiritual order. Today we have a similar spiritual battle in progress&lt;br /&gt;between the forces of good and evil, light and darkness, truth and lies, life and death. If we do not soon stop the genocide of abortion in the United States,&lt;br /&gt;we shall run the course of all those that prove by their actions that they are enemies of God. The moral demise of a nation results in the ultimate demise of a&lt;br /&gt;nation. God is not a disinterested spectator to the affairs of man. Life begins at conception. This is an unalterable formal teaching of the Catholic Church. If&lt;br /&gt;you do not accept this you are a heretic in plain English. A single abortion is homicide. The more than 48,000,000 abortions since Roe v. Wade in the United&lt;br /&gt;States constitute genocide by definition. The group singled out for death is unborn children. No other issue, not all other issues taken together, can constitute&lt;br /&gt;a proportionate reason for voting for candidates that intend to preserve and defend this holocaust of innocent human life that is abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly urge every one of you to make a Novena and pray the Rosary to Our Lady of Victory between October 27th and Election Day, November 4th. Pray that&lt;br /&gt;God's will be done and the most innocent and utterly vulnerable of our brothers and sisters will be protected from this barbaric and grossly sinful blight on society&lt;br /&gt;that is abortion. No woman, and no man, has the right to choose to murder an innocent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God grant us the wisdom, knowledge, understanding, and counsel to form our conscience in accordance with authentic Catholic teaching, and then vote&lt;br /&gt;that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please copy, email, link and distribute this article freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You&lt;br /&gt;Fr. John Corapi&lt;br /&gt;www.fathercorapi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that what happens in the USA effects the rest of the world. Therefore, I would ask non-Americans to also participate in this novena. And&lt;br /&gt;especially add the prayer at the end which would seem to be aimed especially at defeating the globalists.&lt;br /&gt;Fr. MacDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That kind is only driven out by prayer and fasting' (Mark 9:29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic Family News urges you to join us in a Nine-Day Rosary Novena Prior to the US Election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From October 27 to November. 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this email to as many as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you plan to vote for John McCain, Chuck Baldwin, Ron Paul or no one at all. Join us in the Rosary Novena and in the daily recitation of a special&lt;br /&gt;approved prayer against 'revolutionary men'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Obama is the most pro-abortion candidate in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic Bishop Arthur Serratelli of Paterson , NJ , Obama, in a recent column on his diocesan website, effectively compared Obama to Herod. Obama has&lt;br /&gt;promised to pass the Freedom of Choice Act. Should Obama keep this promise, said Bishop Serratelli, 'not only will many of our freedoms as Americans be&lt;br /&gt;taken from us, but the innocent and vulnerable will spill their blood.' The Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA), introduced in the United States Congress in 2004,&lt;br /&gt;would remove all restrictions on abortion in the United States , both on the state and federal level. 'FOCA goes far beyond guaranteeing the right to an&lt;br /&gt;abortion throughout the nine months of pregnancy. It arrogantly prohibits any law or policy interfering with that right,' says Bishop Serratelli. This is the&lt;br /&gt;'dark reality' kept secret by propagandists for 'choice'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Obama vows to fight for the legalization of homosexual marriages and for hate crimes legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, Obama sent a letter to the Alice B. Toklas Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Democratic Club saying he supports repealing the Defense&lt;br /&gt;of Marriage Act and the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' US military policy. In 2004, Obama sent a letter to a 'gay' newspaper in Chicago in which he called the&lt;br /&gt;Defense of Marriage Act 'abhorrent' and said, 'We must vigorously expand hate-crime legislation and be vigilant about how these laws are enacted.'&lt;br /&gt;Such pro-homosexual hate crimes legislation is being used around the world to persecute Christians. Last year, a Columbia bishop was jailed for&lt;br /&gt;refusing to allow a homosexual into his seminary. 'Hate crimes' could also be used&lt;br /&gt;against churches that refuse to perform homosexual marriages; and used against schools that teach homosexuality is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Even the Wall Street Journal is concerned about an Obama win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An WSJ article entitled 'The Coming Liberal Supermajority' warns of 'one of the most profound political ideological shifts in US History. Liberals&lt;br /&gt;would dominate the entire government in a way they havent's since 1965 or 1933' and warned that an Obama victory would unleash 'a period of uncheck&lt;br /&gt;left-wing ascendency.' WSJ also noted that an Obama presidency would result in regulatory overkill in the business world; substantial tax hikes; a 'green'&lt;br /&gt;tax to repel so-called 'climate change'; and the 'Fairness Doctrine' that would effectively silent conservative talk radio and political opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholics throughout the nation, such as Father John Corapi, are organizing Rosary novenas on the nine-days prior to election day. Let us unite all of our&lt;br /&gt;payers to the Immacualte Heart of Mary. The battle of Lepanto was won not so much by superior firepower, but by Catholics praying the rosary to defeat&lt;br /&gt;the enemies of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE ALSO RECITE ON EACH DAY OF THE NOVENA THIS PRAYER APPROBED BY THE CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;Prayer given by Our Lord to Sister Marie de Sainte Pierre (1816-1848 ? Apostle of the Holy Face of Jesus), to divide and conquer revolutionary men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ, and all the instruments of His Holy Passion that Thou mayest put division in the camp of&lt;br /&gt;Thine enemies, for as Thy beloved Son hath said, 'a kingdom divided against itself shall fail'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass will be offered for - and in union with — all those who take part in the Novena on October 27 and November 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email to tell us you will take part in the Rosary Novena: cfnjv@localnet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Holy Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Vennari&lt;br /&gt;Editor, Catholic Family News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This page, along with the links containing documentation, can be accessed at www.cfnews.org/RosaryNovena.htm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-7855926679517187007?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7855926679517187007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=7855926679517187007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7855926679517187007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/7855926679517187007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/rosary-novena-for-america.html' title='Rosary Novena for America.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-8660589294741084992</id><published>2008-10-22T18:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:25:41.864+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The story of a pigeon</title><content type='html'>On Sunday morning as we drove up the driveway, home from Mass, A pigeon was spotted in our chook/chicken cage. It was flying round crazily trying hard to find a way out. So after changing out of their good clothes, my little brothers went in and caught him. He had cut himself up a bit, from running into the wire, I would guess. When Luke carried him up to the house, I ran and grabbed my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259871185376932386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SP7Q-aC0ciI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iI98u8AS0vg/s320/Oct+08+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent and half on hour the day before trying to get a photo of a bird in flight, with no photo to show form that effort I wasn't going to miss this! I shot a few of the bird before we let him go. Then I stepped back to get my "bird in flight" photo, I can see now I could of done much better if i had of stood somewhere else, Next time I'll know better. :)&lt;br /&gt;When Luke first opened his hand, the pigeon wouldn't move, after a few moments he said in wonder "I think it likes me" Then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259871189153289554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SP7Q-oHLFVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2q9fIiEhgL4/s320/Oct+08+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-8660589294741084992?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8660589294741084992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=8660589294741084992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8660589294741084992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8660589294741084992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-picgion.html' title='The story of a pigeon'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SP7Q-aC0ciI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iI98u8AS0vg/s72-c/Oct+08+385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2916899748623515632</id><published>2008-10-17T09:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:19:32.091+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>No sense of humor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 82%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Your best quality is your personality! People like you because you are an all around good person. You have good manners and values. You also like to express your personal style and interests. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Out-Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 66%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 62%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Loving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 42%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Ambitious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 20%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Sense of Humor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 0%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_your_best_quality"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really me? I mean do I really have no sense of humor? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... It has a tiny red mark there, Alls good....&lt;br /&gt;Not that I agree with it at all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2916899748623515632?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2916899748623515632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2916899748623515632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2916899748623515632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2916899748623515632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-sense-of-humor.html' title='No sense of humor?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-611099263516291920</id><published>2008-10-15T11:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:19:49.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime sunsets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iJpXTzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3uis8laZV0/s1600-h/Oct+08+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167000846159666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iJpXTzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3uis8laZV0/s320/Oct+08+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Silver and gold clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1ilenFNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pao3KdYMITI/s1600-h/Oct+08+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167008317248722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1ilenFNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pao3KdYMITI/s320/Oct+08+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     smokey sunset                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1itaPUUI/AAAAAAAAAII/HDq8IQnNH_o/s1600-h/Oct+08+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167010446397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1itaPUUI/AAAAAAAAAII/HDq8IQnNH_o/s320/Oct+08+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        pink glow                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iuCJtjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z-V4KnVxVAU/s1600-h/Oct+08+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167010613802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iuCJtjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z-V4KnVxVAU/s320/Oct+08+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        White sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257167004207310770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iWKuZ7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ujRs7lVp-F4/s320/Oct+08+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            Evening moon and Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-611099263516291920?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/611099263516291920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=611099263516291920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/611099263516291920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/611099263516291920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/springtime-sunsets.html' title='Springtime sunsets.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPU1iJpXTzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3uis8laZV0/s72-c/Oct+08+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5589611934525087986</id><published>2008-10-07T09:57:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:44:32.004+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A belated post.</title><content type='html'>With a lot of things being done this past month, I haven't done much posting, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of September, we had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;annul&lt;/span&gt; Catholic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; camp. (See the post below)&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; had a birthday party not long after.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; to see my sister, Sonja, and go to another friends birthday dress up/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bush dance&lt;/span&gt; party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254184542591003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SOqdAO18KsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MP13c3QZukc/s200/september+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me in my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home Sonja came back with me for a week long holiday, the kids were all very sad when she had to leave again, but cheered up a little when she told them she'd be back home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254187440031551698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SOqfo4pmUNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pa4HmfO4Fvw/s200/Oct+08+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before she left, she was tied up with some plastic stuff that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; around our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guttering's&lt;/span&gt;. You can see the ladders in this photo with Dad and one of my brothers working at putting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we went to the beach to catch up with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. While the younger children all stayed up at the park, most the teens went for a walk along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254181681438987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SOqaZsOJFgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xBKeSag2cdE/s320/Oct+08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; of sand to climb up this small hill. I just love the view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254181689789204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SOqaaLU_SJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FPXquF9XzoQ/s320/Oct+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Part of the slope we climbed, and the rocks down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I don't have anything else at the moment happening. So I think I shall get to work on my mold making and other things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; dropped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5589611934525087986?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5589611934525087986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5589611934525087986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5589611934525087986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5589611934525087986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/belated-post.html' title='A belated post.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SOqdAO18KsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MP13c3QZukc/s72-c/september+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5612144159380268811</id><published>2008-09-13T12:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:20:24.664+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp photos.</title><content type='html'>Here is the link to my camp album on facebook. I'll be adding more as get time. :)&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=5580&amp;amp;l=079f2&amp;amp;id=1354796501"&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=5580&amp;amp;l=079f2&amp;amp;id=1354796501&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5612144159380268811?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5612144159380268811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5612144159380268811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5612144159380268811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5612144159380268811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp-photos.html' title='Camp photos.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-1649283556621912858</id><published>2008-08-28T13:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:39:39.155+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Helping Skippy.</title><content type='html'>Or in this case, Benny.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suggests,&lt;/span&gt; I, along with a few of my siblings have just spent the last hour and a half trying to stop this wallaby from hurting himself further. A full grown male as we found out when wires came out to take him and look after him. :) I'm so glad he was only a wallaby not a real kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;While sitting with (or on) him wrapped in blanket as the first photo shows, the kids wanted to give him a name, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;debating&lt;/span&gt; a few minutes they named him Benny after the kangaroo from the Silver Stallion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;story's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't pleased to be held down and I had to fight to keep him still a few times, but he calmed down in the end. Somehow he had hurt his leg and wasn't able to hop. He tried to get away when I first went down there, but he would keep falling over. Once I covered him up i was able to look at his leg, it seemed to be lightly cut in a few places, It must of been worse then it looked though. It didn't seem to be broken at all, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a expert so i have no idea just how bad it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLYZrtFtacI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QJPJ9_AK0sA/s1600-h/Aug+08+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239403455120763330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLYZrtFtacI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QJPJ9_AK0sA/s320/Aug+08+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wallaby wrapped in the blanket I used to cover him up with.  He freaked out when ever his head was uncovered, so we only have this one photo of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLYZryVUc5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/C6ZDZ4_dDlI/s1600-h/Aug+08+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239403456528413586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLYZryVUc5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/C6ZDZ4_dDlI/s320/Aug+08+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 'Benny' was put into the wires bag, doesn't he look so sad! hopefully his leg will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and he'll be back with his f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-1649283556621912858?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1649283556621912858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=1649283556621912858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1649283556621912858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/1649283556621912858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/helping-skippy.html' title='Helping Skippy.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLYZrtFtacI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QJPJ9_AK0sA/s72-c/Aug+08+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2829452241601601879</id><published>2008-08-25T13:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:49:28.719+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and Wattles</title><content type='html'>At long last, our last goat gave birth to two lovely little baby girls. The first one looks like her Mum, marking wise, but her mum is brown not black. The second one is just weird colours. lol&lt;br /&gt;We are still thinking of names, Starting with the Aug, for August.&lt;br /&gt;The black one is very close to being called Augustin.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister wants the brown/creamy coloured one to be named Rose, I was trying to talk her out of it when I realised the day before there birth was the feast of St Rose of Lima, saying that aloud, the kids started jumping round saying "lets call her Lima!" &lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a day or to, if no one comes up with something better, they will be given the names the kids like. lol&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a August name idea, please leave a comment telling me. :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImKw9ttTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gAO70MMhACc/s1600-h/Aug+08+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291282969605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImKw9ttTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gAO70MMhACc/s320/Aug+08+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImLWedAUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E9hglgFUBHA/s1600-h/Aug+08+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291293039034690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImLWedAUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E9hglgFUBHA/s320/Aug+08+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in the paddock after taking the above photos, and this group of wattle trees in flower caught my eye, they looked so lovely, I had to get a shot! At this time of year, with the sun shining on them they are giving of a strong, sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImL_hXxHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/htho8R9kFbw/s1600-h/Aug+08+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291304057128050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImL_hXxHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/htho8R9kFbw/s320/Aug+08+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImMBUpSxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlWT0UkGMOM/s1600-h/Aug+08+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291304540621586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImMBUpSxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlWT0UkGMOM/s320/Aug+08+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close up for those of you who haven't seen a Wattle trees before. Unless I'm mistaken, Most of you who I know read this blog haven't seen them before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2829452241601601879?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2829452241601601879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2829452241601601879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2829452241601601879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2829452241601601879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-and-wattles.html' title='Kids and Wattles'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SLImKw9ttTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gAO70MMhACc/s72-c/Aug+08+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4515962897711268445</id><published>2008-08-22T14:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:16:42.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>August photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IJHIOGwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aSEB4Rvp1VU/s1600-h/Aug+08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237202738048015106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IJHIOGwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aSEB4Rvp1VU/s320/Aug+08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its that time of year again, The lorikeet flocks are back. :) only rainbow lorikeets in these photos, though we have had a few scaly breasted lorikeets around as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237206275287425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5LXAX0IoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_CzLbjXqRlU/s320/Aug+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IJkZCLlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/N376idxk3bQ/s1600-h/Aug+08+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237202745903165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IJkZCLlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/N376idxk3bQ/s320/Aug+08+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been raining today, so Allie retreated from the ceiling and decided my bed would serve him for the day. Yes he has been there all day, i went and found a old towel and put it under him, I'v had to many bad things happen with that cat and my bed before! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237202723239774866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IIP9qSpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gfpRS5gtcEA/s320/Aug+08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Pippin with his ball. He looks very pleased with himself there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4515962897711268445?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4515962897711268445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4515962897711268445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4515962897711268445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4515962897711268445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-photos.html' title='August photos.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SK5IJHIOGwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aSEB4Rvp1VU/s72-c/Aug+08+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3666583975769421014</id><published>2008-08-21T12:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:09:01.592+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/07/12/funny-pictures-teh-dog-u-okay/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1445992" alt="cat" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-bomb-goes-off-in-livingroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3666583975769421014?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3666583975769421014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3666583975769421014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3666583975769421014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3666583975769421014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-cat-pictures_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4273385960551438326</id><published>2008-08-21T12:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:48:52.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/08/06/funny-pictures-what-could-go-wrong-he-says/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1572078" alt="cat" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/funny-pictures-your-cat-cooks-his-own-cheeseburger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4273385960551438326?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4273385960551438326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4273385960551438326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4273385960551438326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4273385960551438326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-cat-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-8794388604030262165</id><published>2008-08-21T08:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:50:03.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyfH8E71xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qn3OHeaHWQE/s1600-h/OCT+2007+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236735425459771154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyfH8E71xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qn3OHeaHWQE/s200/OCT+2007+099.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; Pippin home he looked like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hated balls and was quite scared of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now days, this is the kind of thing he does to try and catch the ball in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyc2TFoLWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O_JNcdv_jR8/s1600-h/Batdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236732923375791458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyc2TFoLWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O_JNcdv_jR8/s320/Batdog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyc2iLqcvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lIDIzLAKFDs/s1600-h/Pippin+flying..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236732927427638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyc2iLqcvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lIDIzLAKFDs/s320/Pippin+flying..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even caught him trying to play with the ball on his own, he'd hit it with his nose, then pounce on it. The kids all love throwing the ball to the dog now, and often say while playing "hey look, its the soccer dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-8794388604030262165?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8794388604030262165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=8794388604030262165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8794388604030262165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/8794388604030262165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-photos.html' title='Fun photos.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SKyfH8E71xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qn3OHeaHWQE/s72-c/OCT+2007+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2353206090429826872</id><published>2008-07-31T11:11:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:36:43.779+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>The garden is starting to look like a garden. The winter flowers are blooming just a little, and the plants are greening up again. I have added new beds and planted new flowers, some of the old plants are not doing as great as i would have liked, mainly due to the slugs. Well I thought I would share some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228981830699240930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJETRUvMzeI/AAAAAAAAADo/VZfTuaM98TM/s320/july+08+058.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is taken from the garden seat. You can't see any flowers in this one but the are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228983048139588786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJEUYMDmRLI/AAAAAAAAADw/7xeyugxKtEk/s400/july+08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This next one is a close up of the Mary stature, around the bottom of the stand there is a few pink flowers still blooming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228984397592783090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJEVmvKT6PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yFk7BefHTZ0/s320/June+08+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228984402313539874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJEVnAv08SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5V1g8OT050I/s320/June+08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the right bed there is also some purple and yellow pansies left. The rest will be floweriong soon I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2353206090429826872?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2353206090429826872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2353206090429826872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2353206090429826872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2353206090429826872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJETRUvMzeI/AAAAAAAAADo/VZfTuaM98TM/s72-c/july+08+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4717507340447567669</id><published>2008-07-31T10:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:11:21.119+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Baby Calf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After many weeks of waiting, our cow gave birth to a lovely heifer calf. Now we can have fresh creamy milk again, and enjoy watching this little girl grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJENTEULaSI/AAAAAAAAADY/UPQnr3_NVYQ/s1600-h/july+08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975263580907810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJENTEULaSI/AAAAAAAAADY/UPQnr3_NVYQ/s320/july+08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to take her photo, and she stuck her tongue out at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228978071978081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJEP2iaPfPI/AAAAAAAAADg/T4oMa_G-PKE/s320/july+08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4717507340447567669?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4717507340447567669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4717507340447567669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4717507340447567669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4717507340447567669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-calf.html' title='Baby Calf.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SJENTEULaSI/AAAAAAAAADY/UPQnr3_NVYQ/s72-c/july+08+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5605863041719947328</id><published>2008-07-21T18:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:02:03.554+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WYD'/><title type='text'>World Youth Day, Sydney.</title><content type='html'>After seven days in Sydney, I back home, tired, but very happy!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start! so much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start on day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday,14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 am, My sister, Sonja, and I left on a bus with the others from this area. All up it took about 8 hours. It was quite boring really. That night we arrived at the college we where staying at. The place was nice, and the chapel was lovely! I was almost locked in for the night while praying in there. Which was amusing really. I don't remember much from that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday,15th.&lt;br /&gt;Sonja and I left early, for Darling Harbour via bus then train. We spent the day in the City. Sonja was handing out broaches for her collage, so i walked around and saw alot of the stalls. I even saw Mother Teressa's relics!!! that was amazing!I was also giving alot of this from all the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;At 2:00 pm we left for the welcoming Mass at Barangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;We walked there with a few people Sonja knew, when we arrived we went to our allotted places. Because I'm such a shorting i couldn't see a thing, so we went and stood on a platform the toilets where on.&lt;br /&gt;After the Mass we caught a train out to a Friends place for the night. It was really great to catch up and see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday,16th.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what we did all day, but i remember we slept in, and it was wonderfully! lol We went into Macarther. But i don't remember why.... lol We didn't go to any WYD stuff that day though. We caught a train into the city that evening, rang our group leader so we could meet up with them, and found out that they were sick, and the group had been quarantined. So after a few phone calls we turned around and went back to our friends place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday,17th.&lt;br /&gt;Went into the City for Pope Benedict's arrival. I realised as we made our way into the city that my Camera was missing. We still haven't found it. So i have no photos to share with you. :(&lt;br /&gt;The arrival was great! I couldn't see much, so i stood on the back pack... ok, so the muesli bars were a little out of shape after that, but It was worth it to get a glimpse of our Pope. :) I also was able to get a better view from a friend shoulders briefly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was truly amazing just being there and hearing Pope Benedict speak. I'm sure it something I'll not forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,18th.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday. So we woke up early and caught a train into the city. Then Walked to Mary Mckillops Place, I have always wanted to go there, and so that was really great, When we arrived we had to pay to get in, and have our hands stamped with the word "Exhibition" on the way to Mary Mckillop's Tomb we passed some tents set up selling things. So we went over and had a look. In the end we brought some things for the family, and I brought a pair of rosary beads. After that we went to the Chapel and saw the tomb, touched it and said a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Next we went down to the Exhibition were we saw Mary's relics, and some of her writings.&lt;br /&gt;For the next few hours we walked around the city, looking at thing that were set up, then we were making our way to Barangaroo for the stations of the cross, we saw a screen set up at Central Quay, and decided to stay there and watch it as we would have a better view and our feet were killing by then. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way the did the Stations! It was set up really well!!!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we caught the train back to our friends house. Where I was given a cake and a present. I really did not expect it! (((Thank you again!)))&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be the best Birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,19th.&lt;br /&gt;Sonja and I went into the city with three friends whom we were staying with. Gerard, and his sisters Elise and Bethany. Sonja and Gerard went to central to hand out more broaches, while The two girls and I went to walk over the Harbour Bridge, and then on to Randwick. We started from North Sydney station, and were among the last to be making to walk so it wasn't really very crowded. As we walked we carried a Australian Flag with us, we made it over the bridge and then we started to fall into a more crowded area. after a while we stopped for lunch at McDonald, and then we were off again. At one stage i had someone ask me for a cuddle, and so i gave him a hug. He was quite a bit bigger then me though.. In fact i didn't even come up to his shoulder. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then Bethany saw a Priest that both her and Elise knew so we went and talked to them while we walked for a bit. We got handed a lot of useless stuff as we walked along and someone threw a booklet over her shoulder and hit someone with it. Oops. Hahah was very funny though.&lt;br /&gt;we were very thankful when we arrived and found our places! And so the night began! We saw the Pope again, and after he left they played music though the speakers till 11:00. Ironically we were sleeping right under them, and the lights. The lights stayed on all night so we didn't get much sleep. Most the people in our group tried to sleep, But Gemma and I stayed up to 2 in the morning talking. We hadn't seen each other for about 6 years, so our excuse was we had alot of catching up to do. I'm afraid we keep a few people awake though... lol It was so much fun though.&lt;br /&gt;Around 11:00 we had three Germans come though saying "Good morning, would you like tea of coffee?" They came back, and I can't remember what they said, but I started talking to them, they offered to take me to get a hot chocolate, &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;I don't think I'll live it down... lol.&lt;br /&gt;They happened to be sleeping just across from us as well.&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and i also happened to go for a walk and have a look around. Not alot happened there though. We tried doing some dancing but it was rather confusing so we left.&lt;br /&gt;I also met alot of people i had heard of before but never met. So that was really cool, but I met so many i don't remember them all.... lol&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, we tried to sleep, and I did get a Little bit of sleep, so I was ok the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 20th.&lt;br /&gt;Last day there, Gemma and i happened to be the first ones awake as well as the last to get to sleep. So we both got up and went to grab a hot chocolate to warm up. It was so cold!!! I must of thawed out by the time i finished my drink though as i felt a bit warmer. The others started waking up and some of the went to get there own Hot drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Bethany left hers sitting on the ground, when the three Germans I was talking to that night, got up in there sleeping bags and where jumping around in them. One of them got knocked over and landed on the hot chocolate! Well... the Sleeping bag was a bit wet after that! lol Good thing the drink its self wasn't the nicest, and wasn't to missed.&lt;br /&gt;We had the final Mass said, which was very good.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was getting people to sign bags, or clothes or flags, ect. I had people sign my backpack I even got the Germans to sign it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk back to the train. That was awful! There were people everywhere! we went to the wrong places a few times, but in the end found our train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i forgot about the food! It was awful. lol&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday as we walked into randwick we were given a bag with Dinner/tea/supper (whatever you call it) and breakfast in it, just looking at most of it made me feel sick, so that night all i had to eat was a timtam and a slice of Sultana cake, the next morning just the other slice of the cake. Then we didn't get lunch until 5:00 pm. But that was really yummy as we had Chinese. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SIVaAC1t2KI/AAAAAAAAADI/LjwiCAE7muQ/s1600-h/july+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225681899442002082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SIVaAC1t2KI/AAAAAAAAADI/LjwiCAE7muQ/s320/july+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              A photo of just some of the thing I recived while at WYD&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Oh and Its all laying on my sleeping bag that i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SIVaAtXLGUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zh506r6QSxI/s1600-h/july+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225681910856620354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SIVaAtXLGUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zh506r6QSxI/s320/july+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I bit of a close up, if you look closely you can see my Mary McKillop Rosary beads. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5605863041719947328?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5605863041719947328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5605863041719947328&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5605863041719947328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5605863041719947328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-youth-day-sydney.html' title='World Youth Day, Sydney.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SIVaAC1t2KI/AAAAAAAAADI/LjwiCAE7muQ/s72-c/july+08+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4264446652974375357</id><published>2008-07-03T16:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:29:38.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First Drive on the Road.</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon, We were leaving my Grandmother's Wake. Now this wouldn't be worth writing but for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;I drove on the road for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;I came prepared, not only would I need my licence, and my L plates to display on the front and back of the car like most people, But i also needed a cushion to sit on, The drivers sit is to low for me,(or as most people would say I'm to short to see over the steering wheel) so now my cushion lives in the Ute. I started out all right, but i wasn't good a corners at first...&lt;br /&gt;It was little bit freaky, I'm glad I did it though. It took me about hour (just a little longer) To drive a 45 minuet drive. Poor Dad and Amiee! Dad too over the wheel a few times, and I stalled it at a Intersecting, and was there for about 5 minuets trying to start it. In the end Dad started it for me, and then drove to the side of the road where I'd be out of other cars way. It didn't take long to get it going that time, and nothing really bad happened after that. Other then the me scaring dad each time I drifted to close to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark by the time we arrived home, and I had to drive of our long bumpy driveway, as another car was leaving. When we stopped at the house we found out it was someone delivering flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And so my first drive was over and done with, and I'm still alive to tell the tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4264446652974375357?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4264446652974375357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4264446652974375357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4264446652974375357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4264446652974375357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-drive-on-road.html' title='First Drive on the Road.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3071319993155669414</id><published>2008-06-30T19:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:25:39.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed update.</title><content type='html'>Until last Friday nothing much happened that i could write about, But since then a few things have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;So Friday morning came and I went at long last to test for my L plates. For the last 11 months my family and friends have been at me to go and get them. Dad drive me in, and then went to do some shopping while i did the test. I'm not sure how long it took, but I was very pleased to pass! not one wrong question. It made Mum and Dad happy as well. They probably thought it take me another 11 month before i went again. lol&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday night we had a bonfire with a couple of my little brothers friends as it was his birthday the weekend. It was only a small group (well as small as a few large homeschoolers can be ;) ) &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, dad took me for a drive so i could practise. I had driven twice before, but both times i almost ran into one or another of our gates. So half way down the paddock he made me stop the car and the start it again. After doing so a few times i got the hang of it, but I need to work on not stalling... lol&lt;br /&gt;I was just driving back when a sibling was in the road, so i yelled out the window for him to move, funnily enough, Mum was walking down to the paddock with our Priest, Father C. When they arrived i found out i had yelled a little to loud, as they heard me. Clearly!  &lt;br /&gt;Father C stayed for afternoon tea before he left.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, My sister and I had a WYD gathering after Mass, We received our WYD jumpers, Binnie's, and backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairly quite one, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will be going to my  grandmothers funeral. She died on Thursday morning, Prayers would be most welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3071319993155669414?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3071319993155669414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3071319993155669414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3071319993155669414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3071319993155669414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-needed-update.html' title='Much needed update.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5237843401705962613</id><published>2008-06-08T17:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:42:19.565+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were meant to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; a bonfire tonight, but the rain put a end to that. Now we just hope the sun will come out and dry the wood so that next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we can have a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mass today, My brother and his f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; were talking, and for some reason, Josh started climbing the wall, (outside the church of&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;!) to where there is a place for a statue, but it was empty, well not anymore. It has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; the Great there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who were wondering, we found out the bat is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gould's&lt;/span&gt; long-eared bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indead a very short, random post. I hope you'l forgive my lack of writing tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5237843401705962613?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5237843401705962613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5237843401705962613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5237843401705962613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5237843401705962613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-were-meant-to-be-having-bonfire.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-4871618049307816508</id><published>2008-06-03T07:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:07:59.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit Batty.</title><content type='html'>Last night I awoke to the sound of rain drumming on the roof. This morning I looked out my bedroom door, and the veranda was flooded! My poor dog, Pippin was getting a little wet. But he was ok, he had a little mat he was sitting on, it was almost like his own little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Brother Nick came inside to tell me he had found a dead bat. I of cause had to go and see. After making sure it was indeed dead, i couldn't help but study it. I have never seen a bat up close! My brother took a few photos for me, as I was holding it. So here a few Of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207407431712230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SERteBfvzZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lAKWFVcvvmQ/s320/June+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One of the wings was broken, but you can't really see from this can you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I washed my hands well afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207407452574693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SERtfPNvt9I/AAAAAAAAADA/ShtUfx_lQAQ/s320/June+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He looked a bit scary, so much so, It scared my little brothers. Anthony wasn't going near it! he even ran away when I held it out towards him. *chuckles* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bat was no bigger then a mouse! In fact he looked a lot like a native mouse with wings. I loved the feel of his wings, A bit like a garbage bag that's been stretch only a little more leathery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since that happened Chris (another brother) is convinced I'm crazy, Or prehapes a little batty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-4871618049307816508?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4871618049307816508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=4871618049307816508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4871618049307816508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/4871618049307816508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-bit-batty.html' title='Just a bit Batty.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SERteBfvzZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lAKWFVcvvmQ/s72-c/June+08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3903145118835907818</id><published>2008-06-01T20:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:29:41.498+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'>More about Goats.</title><content type='html'>After my last post about the goats, four more baby's arrived! The last for this season, all up we have seven little kids running round. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily &lt;/a&gt;left a comment asking their names, so I'll post them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;May-not,&lt;br /&gt;Mayniac,&lt;br /&gt;Maynia&lt;br /&gt;Maylan (like Mulan... if that's spelt right. lol)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Mayeline (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't relised, they all have May names because that's the month they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today we found that the goat weren't the only ones with baby's, the Ginnie pig also have had there own set of baby's! They haven't been named yet though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3903145118835907818?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3903145118835907818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3903145118835907818&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3903145118835907818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3903145118835907818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-my-last-post-about-goats-four.html' title='More about Goats.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3909179992000181428</id><published>2008-05-27T18:14:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:55:23.639+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'>Our new freinds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvIQ6llfvI/AAAAAAAAACI/WyRbkavpC1o/s1600-h/May+08+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204973987287105266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvIQ6llfvI/AAAAAAAAACI/WyRbkavpC1o/s200/May+08+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning, while I was busy helping Mum get everything ready for our guests that would be arriving for lunch, my younger brother, Nick, came in and told me two of the goats had wandered of alone. Now this would not be the kind of thing he worry about other then the fact that they were due to give birth in a few weeks. I didn't think much of it, after all they would often go of on their own, beside I was to busy to go and check them. A few hours later I went out to take the rugs of the horses. I looked around and saw the all the goats but the two who went off were there. Now I begin to think that perhaps my brother was right, but I was hurried so I didn't do anything about it. I went inside and dressed for Mass. After Mass our guests would follow us out. As soon as we were home I sent Nick down to check on them. Moments later he came flying back up yelling something. "Ah it seems he was right after all" At first it was hard to understand what he was saying because he was so excited. Well after some minuets I was able to learn that there was three new baby's. I also found out that both Mums gave birth in the same place, and it seems the same time. Now both goats take care of there own as well as the other mother's baby/baby's. Its rather strange but nice to watch them sharing and helping each other!&lt;br /&gt;Now the kids are three days old and very playful. I had to get some photos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one at the top is both the mother goats with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvI7allfwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hBlDkl9Vjhs/s1600-h/May+08+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204974717431545602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvI7allfwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hBlDkl9Vjhs/s320/May+08+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The twins, testing a falling tree trunk for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204975610784743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvJvallfxI/AAAAAAAAACY/MHq36xzOFpI/s320/May+08+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the only photo I could get of the other one, He was a bit shy and was hiding behind Mama. But he seems to be happy to play if stood back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204977582174732066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvLiKllfyI/AAAAAAAAACg/aq-Oj92dkto/s320/May+08+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And last but not least is the carpet snake that has moved into the shed roof. It must be warm up there or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3909179992000181428?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3909179992000181428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3909179992000181428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3909179992000181428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3909179992000181428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-new-freinds.html' title='Our new freinds.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SDvIQ6llfvI/AAAAAAAAACI/WyRbkavpC1o/s72-c/May+08+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-3958851376988090202</id><published>2008-05-20T16:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:25:35.277+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'>A May Day.</title><content type='html'>Its been one of those days when you can not possibly stay indoors. The air has a cool feel, and yet it isn't cold. So I put on my boots and headed out to the Mary garden. Its a small garden which I began caring for a number of years ago. I'm afraid that over the summer it has been neglected some.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we had had so much rain, that the grass patch in between the three gardens, started to grow quite fast. The space is much to small for the mower to get into, and so i was on my hands and knees with a pair of grass cutters. I gave up on this soon, as each time I managed to get the grass short it would rain and the grass would grow and I'd have to start all over again! So first thing i did was get in there with my grass cutters and start cutting. Perhaps i should also tell why i dislike this job so much. The garden is a much loved home of the green ants! And because its is so very loved, it is also well protected. If you have ever been bitten by one of these little critters I'm sure you'd understand my hesitation. I'm very thankful to say that they left me alone today. I have also put in a few new plants, taken down a old fence, raked, lit fire to the dead branches, grass, ect that was laying about placed a chair in front of the garden and wedded. Off course I didn't do this alone though out the morning most of my siblings came out at one time or another and pitched in here and there. Even Anthony who is only 4 came and gave me lent some help. &lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to sit back, and watch the new plants grow... well kind of, after I water and weed each day, And battle the grass, I guess I'll need to keep cutting that back.&lt;br /&gt;After all that's done, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I'll sit down and enjoy the peace and quiet of the garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-3958851376988090202?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3958851376988090202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=3958851376988090202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3958851376988090202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/3958851376988090202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-day.html' title='A May Day.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-5090170773446110434</id><published>2008-05-13T08:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:32:32.638+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Prayer for a Child</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, I was sent a prayer by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of the prayer was to save a unborn child from abortion. Each day for nine months this prayer is to be said. Each person that says the prayer is encouraged to name the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my Jesus, through the intercession of Mary,&lt;br /&gt;your mother, who bore you so loving, and&lt;br /&gt;of St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;, strong man of faith who protected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you both. I pray to you for the life of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Child's&lt;/span&gt; name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unborn child I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; adopted who&lt;br /&gt;is in danger of abortion.&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; to the parents of this child the grace&lt;br /&gt;and courage to bring him/her to birth&lt;br /&gt;and to the life you have planned for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was a few month ago now that I finished the prayer for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;I now feel seeing as it was prayer that brought a child into this life, should it not be prayer that gets him though it?&lt;br /&gt;Should I not keep praying for him and his parents as they try to live each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Not matter how good life is, there is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt; and hard times. I pray God blesses and protects him. For now he is still to young to know any of this, but one day he will. One day he will need those prayers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; even now those prayers are helping him somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-5090170773446110434?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5090170773446110434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=5090170773446110434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5090170773446110434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/5090170773446110434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-year-ago-i-was-sent-prayer-by.html' title='Prayer for a Child'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346641888117900780.post-2991671990228784032</id><published>2008-05-12T18:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:37:30.648+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>So I've at long last gone and made a blog.&lt;br /&gt;As the name implies, Its fate may be a awful bunch of rather strange posts. But I'll try to make it as interesting as possible.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I thought a blog would be a good idea was for those times when I would like to write rather strange, long, or just plain everyday thoughts. Perhaps I will write something worthy of reading every now and then, but I won't make any promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346641888117900780-2991671990228784032?l=erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2991671990228784032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346641888117900780&amp;postID=2991671990228784032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2991671990228784032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346641888117900780/posts/default/2991671990228784032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsdesultoryramblings.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02975745323139010475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbMDtj5NEkw/SPUxKcNcjAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8JCyXKUUsEk/S220/Erin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
