<?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-8450391882614018636</id><updated>2012-01-17T23:17:33.016+08:00</updated><category term='Scrapping'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Poker'/><category term='AFL'/><category term='Party'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Pasha Bulker'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Carmichaels'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Housemate'/><category term='Dyson'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Rose's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2771152576039290221</id><published>2008-09-12T19:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:23:37.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Half joined the modern TV world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SMpOz7eEY-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/q_1lNnZC6ts/s1600-h/LC32D33X_2922_image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245091370070467554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SMpOz7eEY-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/q_1lNnZC6ts/s400/LC32D33X_2922_image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday at work whilst reading The West Australian paper I saw an advert for a 32" LCD TV for only $799 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Retravision&lt;/span&gt;. The mind ticked over and instead of working I decided that I would start my quest to buy a new TV with my soon to be received tax refund. I rang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Retravision&lt;/span&gt; and got a model number checked out the details online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I spoke with some team members about there recent purchases of TVs and researched their choices. So many choices and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; expensive. I printed stuff and tore pages from the paper and put them in a manila file. I was not going to make a rushed decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I left work a bit earlier than normal and decided to check out the local Rick Hart store to ask more questions. Bad idea!! The TVs look all the same, yet all different. Sounds odd, but it is true. I got to hear some interesting comparisons of LCD and plasma, 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hz&lt;/span&gt; compared to 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hz&lt;/span&gt;, plus the unexpected added costs of extended warranties and power surge power boards. I left Rick Hart with a new file compiled by them with just 3 brands of catalogues as I didn't want to be more confused with so much choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had organised to pick up Pam and we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kambos&lt;/span&gt; Homemaker Superstore in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malaga&lt;/span&gt; as they has some fantastic specials on TVs that even my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shoprite&lt;/span&gt; mob couldn't beat. They had even more TVs, and poor David spent 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; with Pam and I explaining all sorts with no sale made. The more I heard the more I realised that it would take my whole tax return to pay for what I wanted and I had already made up my mind I was paying off the credit card too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;David said that he could match the $800 LCD that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Retravision&lt;/span&gt; had advertised, but didn't have that actual TV and offered a different similar model. I thought it looked ugly and decided that I would rather the Sharp one as it was reduced from $1,400, but the one David had was originally $1,100. So the mad dash was on to get to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Retravision&lt;/span&gt; store before late night trade finished. Pam started dialling stores when we were half way back to the Vic Park area. Belmont didn't answer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carlisle&lt;/span&gt; had sold out. We headed to Belmont as it was on the way home and finally they answered the phone - yes they had stock. Pam was asking where they were and funnily enough we were on the right st and only 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We pulled up and the shop looked shut, but a guy was at the door. He said they actually closed at 8pm, but he let us in. He turned the TV on and I said yep I will have one, how much is an extended warranty? $129 - cool. Pam pipes up and says that she wants one too. This guy must have thought his Christmases must have come at once with 2 TV sales on closing time. We also bought the surge protector &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;powerboards&lt;/span&gt; and got $50 each taken off them. Amazingly the 2 TVs fitted in the back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We dropped mine off first as it was on the way and I wasn't sure if my housemate Shaun was home to help me carry it. As it turned out he wasn't home, so we dumped the TV in the lounge and headed back to Pam's to drop her and her new TV off. When I got home, Shaun was home with a friend. He was packing as he flew out today. He said he had bad news - his friend broke the TV. I said "not the new one" and I was told that she turned the old TV on with the remote and it just fizzled and now won't turn on. She was mortified!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was laughing, but she was still troubled as was Shaun. I reminded them I had just bought a new one, but they were concerned that I had sold the old one - as if. It might be 80cm, but weighs 70kg and has been playing up over the last 6 months. I was so glad that I could throw it away as it was broken, rather that fret about throwing away a working TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I have decided that I have some form of psychic ability now. How did I know - I have no idea. Maybe the old TV shat itself when it saw the box with the new one in it????? Maybe not, more likely I am psychic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have set the TV up today - well kinda. It is plugged into the new (rip off) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;powerboard&lt;/span&gt; and working, but none of my other electrical gadgets are plugged into it. I will have a go at that tomorrow. Where is a 13 year old school boy who knows exactly how to do that (with his eyes shut) when you need one???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I just have to save up for the Panasonic Full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Viera&lt;/span&gt; TV I want, plus the matching home theatre system (only $800), the extended warranty, delivery fee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HDMI&lt;/span&gt; cables. Once I get that (I could win lotto) this temporary TV (as I call it as it is not full HD) will be moved to my bedroom to replace the little 51cm. Can't wait!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2771152576039290221?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2771152576039290221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2771152576039290221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2771152576039290221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2771152576039290221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/09/half-joined-modern-tv-world.html' title='Half joined the modern TV world'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SMpOz7eEY-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/q_1lNnZC6ts/s72-c/LC32D33X_2922_image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-5680266242651798573</id><published>2008-08-25T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:37:39.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Bali Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SLJzvHmPjtI/AAAAAAAAADs/vCP94FXIuNA/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376569915805394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SLJzvHmPjtI/AAAAAAAAADs/vCP94FXIuNA/s400/IMG_1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I have still been a bit slack with blogging, but Bel has left a message and I am back on it again. My excuse ...... a holiday to Bali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Saturday 9th August Pam, Bradley and I headed to Bali for 6 nights. We all flew staff travel, which means we were on standby. At check-in we were told the flight was overbooked and basically good luck to getting on it. However within 5 mins we were all checked in, and in business class too. After a delay, including 2 families that had failed to get seats booked together ie. children separated from parents (why don't people think of this), which led to Pam going to sit in economy, we were off. Brad and I enjoyed the comforts, which included a few vodkas and diet cokes, whilst Pam was fine, saying she could fly anytime in business, whilst this was my last staff travel trip before Bob comes to Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We got a cab to the Hard Rock Hotel and managed to secure a room. Brad stayed in the room to have a bath, whilst Pam and I went to the bar. The first 2 drinks of Bintang went down well, but the night took an ugly turn after that. One shooter and about 4 skulled cocktails later we were officially smashed. I don't even remember going back to the room. Lets just say that it was the first time that I have chucked from alcohol for over 5 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I passed on brekky that morning as I was sooooo ill, whilst Pam did the good mother and had brekky with Brad, and then ventured for some shopping. We checked out at lunchtime, but spent the day by the hotel pool, until I was well enough to get in a car for the trip to Candi Dasa. I get car sick at the best of times,and a hang over, plus an almost 2 hour drive Bali style just about did me in (felt like passing out when we finally got to the hotel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That Sunday night, we just checked in, settled, had dinner at the hotel (Shangrila Beach Hotel), strictly NO alcohol, and went to bed relatively early. The next morning after brekky, Pam and I headed out to check out the shops. There is a strip, probably as long as Hay St mall, but not as many shops as Candi Dasa. We were a bit hassled for taxis/transport, but politely declined. Bought some water and basic essentials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Things seem like a bit of a blur, but we ended up chatting to a lot of people at the hotel, mostly Aussies and Poms. The kids all played together, and the adults all enjoyed happy hour from 4 to 6 every afternoon. My drink of choice became a Gin Fizz - who would have thought. I still struggled with drinking after our first night, never got smashed again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam and I ate out for lunch and dinner everyday, whilst Brad never ventured from the hotel. I found that a bit disappointing that he did not get to experience Bali itself. He ordered hotel food day and night, well Pam ordered it mostly as Brad wouldn't. No comment about that! I thoroughly enjoyed all of the local food and only deviated to Western food at breakfast each morning - yummy bacon butties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ken (hotel entertainment) organised a boat trip to White Sand Beach for a lunch. I suffer from seasickness, so was driven there in a soft top VW. The lunch was fantastic - smoked(bbq) local fish called mahee mahee (not spelt right) with salads. Pam and Brad snorkelled from the boat, but there were stingers, so I was glad I didn't experience that. For the trip back a boat race was organised - first prize a weeks accommodation. I went back in the car disappointed I would miss out. Well, there were protests as people jumped the start, no one followed the rules, so Ken ruled that the car won the boat race, as I followed my instructions, so I won the boat race. Funny eh - a car wins a boat race. Further protests were ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The photo above is from a Palace Water Garden. Pam and I hired a driver "Tony" to show us around locally. It was just sooooo beautiful and photos do no justice (go to facebook for the photos). Tony turned out to be a saviour as I had battled with UTI from Sunday and had been unable to get antibiotics (to match some spares I had). He took us to a local chemist (aportek) and the staff got a doctor to come and see me and match up the drugs. Till that point I had been extremely stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before too long it was time to leave. I had managed to suncream up enough to barely get any colour, whilst Brad had spent 2 days inside due to his sunburn. Silly boy refused suncream and a shirt and kept re-burning. Argh! Even on Friday when we returned to Kuta and the offer was there to go to Waterbom, he refused. Bad idea as he got dragged around the shops and sooked and moaned the whole time, apart from the dvd shop. Remind me not to have boys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We bought some Tshirts, sarongs, dvds and Oil of Olay products (which arte dirt cheap in Asia), and tried to drink as much as the remaining 1ltr bottle of vodka we had brought with us. We failed (Pam did better than me) as the stomach was still struggling from the Hard Rock night. I might add that I still have not had a drink since I returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were standby again, on and overbooked flight, but managed to score 3 business class seats again. The pane was delayed again and we left Bali at about 2am. Luckily the flight made up time (3 hours home) and we landed at 5am. The flight was not so crash hot. There was a medical emergency (they even called on passengers to identify themselves if they were doctors etc), and none of us could stomach 1 alcoholic drink... not even wine with dinner. When we landed wee were told not to get up when the seatbelt sign came off. An ambulance met us at the terminal and medical staff, customs and quarantine staff got on the plane instead. Very scary to see quarantine. A poor lady was wheelchaired off the plane. I know that she had passed out not long into the flight (eavesdropping) and that she had thrown up most of the flight (more eavesdropping at a different time). As soon as she was off the plane the usual scramble happened to get the overhead luggage and get off the plane. Row 2 really helped our cause and I am proud to say that I was the first person to get in the duty free shop and the first person to be served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We did the mad dash to customs, which was interesting to say the least. The woman looked at Pam and stamped a passport, then did Brad, but when she came to me she was holding Pam's passport (hers has a sticker on it). I said to her that was Pam's passport not mine. She checked again and the funny thing was I am a blonde in my passport, but a brunette now, whilst Pam is red/brunette in her passport and blonde now. The lady found it funny and we said it was funnier as we are both born on the same day too - which the woman found even more bizarre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We made it through and got our luggage, but the woman from customs appeared again and said she had marked our cards wrong in the mix up. Funny! We declared our wood and got to keep it all. Another mad dash for a taxi and finally home at about 6am. I had been awake for 23 hours and was asleep by half 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fab holiday - can't wait to go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-5680266242651798573?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/5680266242651798573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=5680266242651798573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5680266242651798573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5680266242651798573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/08/bali-holiday.html' title='Bali Holiday'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/SLJzvHmPjtI/AAAAAAAAADs/vCP94FXIuNA/s72-c/IMG_1328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2952343515995515525</id><published>2008-07-31T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:05:51.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Shame Shame Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi. My name is Rose and it has been 5 months since my last blog entry.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been extremely lazy with this blog and finally got the motivation to write something, however I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt; on my middle finger and it is making it really hard to type. I guess that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;will just&lt;/span&gt; start with a brief run down of events of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Currently I am sick with a cold/flu virus. I started with a dry throat last Wednesday and am still going. I was off work on Friday and spent most of the day in bed or an the lounge, apart from nearly an hour waiting at the doctors. On Saturday I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and managed to head out for Karen's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; drinks. Had a great night, drank a fair bit and had no hangover. Sunday night I got a sore throat (again) and got a new cough to go with it. I have spent the last 4 days at work feeling crap, but have had a morning and afternoon nap at my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I met a new guy about 3-4 weeks ago on a night out with Pam. His name is Kris and he is 31. Very shy guy! Things started off going really well - went on a couple of dates, stayed at each others houses, but he has withdrawn this week. He was supposed to be going away on Tues, but didn't, and I don't know what is going on. Bad news is that my dear friend Pam sent him an email (without my knowledge) on Sat night/Sun morning through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; (pissed as) saying that him and I looked good together etc etc and that he should look after me - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think this has scared him off :( Shame cos he seemed nice apart from living north of the river! Anyway he is my friend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; if you want to check him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got weighed this week for my monthly weigh in at weight watchers and am still at 60kg. So that is 5 months maintaining the same weight, which I am stoked about. I have joined the local gym/pool to attend aqua and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vive&lt;/span&gt; classes, plus I go for walks and jogs along the river when it is not raining. Never thought I would ever take up running, but I am kinda enjoying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Speaking of enjoying things - I just want to say that I love So You Think You Can Dance (US version). I am really enjoying the new series. Just love it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; more and more these days, which is why this has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suffered&lt;/span&gt;. I have caught up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; many people from school and I think it is great. I even had a drink with a girl last night that I haven't seen since the end of year 7. That was 24 years ago!!!! She lives in Como, which is just around the corner from me and works as a lawyer in the city. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More later ........promise. I have to go shopping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2952343515995515525?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2952343515995515525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2952343515995515525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2952343515995515525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2952343515995515525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/07/shame-shame-shame.html' title='Shame Shame Shame'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-8976994471436840912</id><published>2008-02-29T15:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:26:44.132+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Life Time Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Monday I obtained my status of Life Time Member of Weight Watchers. This means that I have managed to weigh in under my goal weight for 6 weigh ins, and I can attend all meeting for free as long as I don't go more than 2kg over my goal weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I total I have lost 8.1kg, which is so much more than I expected to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;, including being able to reach that 10% weight loss. I have also dropped down a size and in some things 2 sizes. Great for the ego, but very bad for the wardrobe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So to combat this I am treating myself (sort of) with a trip to Melbourne tomorrow for 8 days of sight seeing and clothes shopping. The bad news is the budget was not ready for this holiday, so it could be slim pickings in the shopping department. Thank god for factory outlet shopping, and we all know the best place for that is Melbourne. Joining me will be Pam and Angela. We are all travelling on the same flight over, but all heading home on different days. Our plans to catch up with Karen have gone astray as she is being sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NSW&lt;/span&gt; from Monday to Friday for work. Typical!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways I am off to do my washing and packing for the trip. As usual I will end up taking too much, but I am determined to go with my smaller suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-8976994471436840912?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/8976994471436840912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=8976994471436840912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8976994471436840912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8976994471436840912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-time-member.html' title='Life Time Member'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2897043865695091019</id><published>2008-02-04T15:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:47.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Attila's 35th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R6av3N7NNOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EjZIg2vZsR4/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163007385992508642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R6av3N7NNOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EjZIg2vZsR4/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The 17th of January marked Attila's 35th birthday. So to celebrate Bianca organised a do at their local (and brand new) pub called The Gate. The start time was 12 noon, however Pam ran late so we didn't get there until about half 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despite the small turn out it was a most enjoyable day, what with the food platters and the bar tab. Keeping in line with weight watchers I drank vodkas and diet coke as these only count as 1 point, however I bombed out on the food, even taking a piece of cake!! What the hell I had ruined my point counting with the number of drinks I consumed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think Attila enjoyed the day, and I know Bianca was relieved that she had made it a kid free event. The pub is very new and very flash, which makes such a change compared to the trashy places I have been to. The toilets were amazing and there is nothing like a sensor tap that you can't work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R6aytN7NNPI/AAAAAAAAADk/xArfqEk0kGY/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163010512728700146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R6aytN7NNPI/AAAAAAAAADk/xArfqEk0kGY/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for the great afternoon, including the train ride home on the new Mandurah Line, whilst pissed as a fart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And here is a photo of me and my sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2897043865695091019?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2897043865695091019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2897043865695091019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2897043865695091019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2897043865695091019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/02/attilas-35th-birthday.html' title='Attila&apos;s 35th Birthday'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R6av3N7NNOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EjZIg2vZsR4/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-4811697270868074181</id><published>2008-01-10T22:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:10:49.949+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>I have made it to goal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday the 7th Jan was my first day back at work in 2 weeks and was also the first weigh in for Weight Watchers (WW). I was really hoping that I had been able to maintain over the Christmas and New Year period. I had eaten well and drank copious amounts of wine, champagne and vodka, and failed to do any exercise (apart from some shopping). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My clothes certainly over the last 10-12 weeks have gotten baggier and I even had to go out and buy new cargo pants and 3/4 denim pants over the holiday season. I just had this horrible feeling that all the alcohol was going to bite. That and fact I ate fish and chips for lunch on New Years day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tentatively stood on the scales and was told well done you lost 0.8kg. That pushed my total loss to 5.4 kg, meaning I got a bookmark for my first 5kg and I reached my goal weight!!! At the meeting I got presented with a keyring and had to talk about my experience and changes I had made. All rather embarrassing as I am sure they all look at me like I don't need to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I just can't believe that I (the one who loves fatty snacks of shapes biscuits and chips and chocolate) has lost 5kg and dropped a size in clothing. I am now a size 10, but even had the pleasure of buying a size 8 skirt from Rockmans, but trust me it is incorrectly sized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have had numerous comments about the weight loss - mostly from the usual suspects (you know who you are), but I have also had comments from work colleagues (including some of the blokes) and some of my male friends. Thank you all for kind comments, they inspire me a bit more to keep at it and not pig out on that cake or chips. I am also feeling more confident and a bit sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will now be on a maintenance plan with WW, however I have spoken with my leader and have agreed that I will aim for a total of 7kg, maybe 8. That will make about a 10% loss. I don't want to look too skinny, but feel like 60kg would be a nice round number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you all for your support and kind words. I hope this inspires those of you who are currently on your own weight loss adventures. The journey continues..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-4811697270868074181?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/4811697270868074181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=4811697270868074181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4811697270868074181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4811697270868074181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-made-it-to-goal.html' title='I have made it to goal!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1127968880042263535</id><published>2007-12-10T15:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:47.400+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker'/><title type='text'>Season 5 Final Poker Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R1zh0KyQkqI/AAAAAAAAADU/iA5raRLUS1A/s1600-h/WA+Poker+League+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142233160914866850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R1zh0KyQkqI/AAAAAAAAADU/iA5raRLUS1A/s400/WA+Poker+League+Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Sunday the 9 December Pam and I attended the season 5 Grand Final for Poker at Fremantle Oval. This event catered for 200 pro-league players and 65 free-league players. The pros were playing for a first prize of $20,000. I qualified to play by being in the top 80 free-league players and Pam got in on standby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a tough day especially for Pam who was massively hungover. I myself had not indulged so much as I wanted to have a clear mind at the game. It was a slow process to register and the game didn't start until 1pm despite us being there at 10.30am, so we went for food and some shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As usual we ended up on separate tables, but we both managed to still be in the game after the first break (4 rounds of 15 mins). After the break both of us were pretty low on chips and after I had been moved to another table I ended up on the same table as Pam. We didn't last long after that. Not sure where Pam finished, but I was about 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to leave and Frank stopped us and said we had to stay. I argued the point that I needed to get to the city before the shops shut at 5pm and that is when he said that he needed to present me an award. So to cut a long story short I was presented with the Rookie of Season 5. How embarrassing having to collect my award from Frank who was on a stage, whilst he bragged about how I had placed six times at final table and that I had an average score that most players would be envious of (396). Hmmmmm, but I have scanned my award for all to see as secretly I am a bit proud. Still think I am crap at poker, but will be looking for an improvement next season, which starts on 13 Jan 2008 (for anyone who wants to come along - as Pam and I will help you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just quickly want to add that although I had the day off today to get my hair done, I did pop into work for my weight watchers weigh in. OMG!!!!! I lost 1.8 kg this week!!! I have no idea how as I had a work Xmas do on Friday and drank heaps on Sat too. I now only have 100g to hit my goal weight. My next target will be 10% body weight loss as I tried the size down in my work pants and they were just a little too tight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1127968880042263535?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1127968880042263535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1127968880042263535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1127968880042263535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1127968880042263535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/12/season-5-final-poker-tournament.html' title='Season 5 Final Poker Tournament'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/R1zh0KyQkqI/AAAAAAAAADU/iA5raRLUS1A/s72-c/WA+Poker+League+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2163508209956049588</id><published>2007-11-28T21:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:56:23.182+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>What a crap week - &amp; only 3 days in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today sealed the crappiest week I have had in ages. It is full moon and I strongly believe that the universe has plotted against me. Today the tears flowed yet that has failed to relieve anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday - I get a phone call from my real estate agent (the one I rent from, not the one who looks after my apartment) to ask about the lease as it expires in mid January. The conversation went a bit like this (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shortened&lt;/span&gt; version):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaron (estate agent): Do you want to renew the lease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaron: How long do you want to sign for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I would be happy with 12 months again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaron: Great as that is what the owner is keen on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaron: Now about the rent. You are paying $300 per week and the owner has had the property valued recently as you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaron: He wants to increase the rent to $360 per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: What!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At this point the conversation deteriorated, however I never swore. I argued that I was a great tenant (reliable, pays on time without fail, maintained the property) to which Aaron replied that market values put the place a lot higher etc etc - you can imagine how I felt! I argued extensively about being an owner of a rented property that it does not all boil down to money, but rather tenants that suit your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To cut a long story short I made a counter offer of $330 and was told by Aaron to rethink my offer and call back in 2 days. I have since researched and hate to say that although I know rents had increased I didn't realise how much. Anyway I saw him today in his office and discussed at length my situation in that I have a house mate to consider and that they (Aaron still thinks that Antonia still lives here, not the new guy Aaron) will move out if it goes up to $360 per week. My offer of $330 was given again with this explanation and now I am waiting for a counter offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday night - was poker night. For those in the dark I play in the WA Poker League (No limit Texas Hold 'Em) on Monday nights. It was a huge night on Monday with 55 players - a record for the Poker Den! I was knocked out in 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; position, so missed out on points for the season. Must have been thinking about the rent and not the game. That and I got dealt crap that never matched the flop or anything else. I only won one hand and ended up getting blinded out. Sounds all tech I know, but I will explain this all in another blog soon. I am ranked 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at the den's ladder as you can see &lt;a href="http://wapokerleague.com.au/venue.asp?VenueID=23"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They also have photos, so if of the nights and you will find Pam's and my photo on this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday - I had a dentist appointment at 8.00am. I was really worried as my dentist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chami&lt;/span&gt; had died since my last visit. Very tragic as he is my age with 3 kids under the age of about 5 or 6. Details are sketchy, but there is a coroners report pending. So a new dentist call Michael, who is sort of standing in until the practice is sold. I am told that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grind&lt;/span&gt; my teeth and as a result a molar which has a rather deep filling has cracked. That explains the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; pain I get in my jaw. I am advised I need a crown and the process will start now. After an hour and a half in the chair and numerous tears of fear and stress the temporary crown is on. It took 6 needles (3 lots of 2) before I stopped feeling the drill - especially where the crack was. The cost................................... $1300! I didn't have the money so have made a down payment of $400 with the rest due in 2 weeks when I go back and get my new crown fitted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No worries as I have health insurance and this price will be reduced. WRONG!!!!!! A phone call to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HBF&lt;/span&gt; to see how much I would get back in order for me to budget this soon resulted in my finding I am not covered for "major" dental work. All I could say was holy crap! Last thing I needed, plus the girl at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HBF&lt;/span&gt; and my work mates said that $1300 was really expensive. Not like I can shop around now for the best price!!!!!! I have increased my cover to include major dental, as I need a root canal, however there is a 12 month exclusion claim time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So my credit card has just about been maxed and I am about to take a midnight horror flight to Victoria with Pam to visit Karen tomorrow night. Bloody typical! Looks like a budget holiday for me and no factory outlet shopping for me at all. Plus my new temp crown has a scratchy bit on it that needs drilling off (discovered this after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anaesthetic&lt;/span&gt; wore off). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I can say is NOT HAPPY JAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2163508209956049588?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2163508209956049588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2163508209956049588&amp;isPopup=true' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2163508209956049588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2163508209956049588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-crap-week-only-3-days-in.html' title='What a crap week - &amp; only 3 days in!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3027922526196976348</id><published>2007-11-21T22:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:54:06.474+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housemate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a quick update on my world seeing as though it is 10.35pm and getting to my bed time. I have also just started reading the last Harry Potter (at last) and want to get a few chapters in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where to start...... I went for my regular blood donation today, but it didn't go as expected. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haemoglobin&lt;/span&gt; level was right on the lowest acceptable level of 120, which disappointed me a bit as I have always had good levels. I got the experienced nurse as my veins are crap. Basically they are small, hard to find and tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt; if they don't get me on the first go. All was going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as I joked about trying to beat my last donation time of 5 min 22 sec. She was impressed and said lots of people did this, but they have upgraded their machines and she said peoples times had slowed down. She got the needle in and then the machine wasn't setting up correctly, so she asked for help from some one else. This new person said not to worry - why ........ the vein was pierce (or what ever) and no blood was coming out, but it was filling my arm instead. I have never heard any one apologise so much. I bled a bit and they gave me a bruise cream (to take home) and an icepack. Still got my snacks, which I ate as I felt sorry for myself, then felt guilty about the weight watchers points. (They added up to 7.5 points!!!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aquaerobics&lt;/span&gt; was out completed as advised by the nurse. Pam and Bradley still came for dinner, which was yummy Thai Chicken with red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;capsicum&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choy&lt;/span&gt;. At least I had heaps more time to prepare and cook. We played scrabble and Brad beat us convincingly. Took my bandage off my (attempted) donation arm and it started bleeding again, so the bandage was put back on. Its a bit sore, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also have a new housemate called Aaron. He moved in on Sunday. He is a 32 year old pilot. Seems like a nice guy - very quiet, but I am sure we will talk more once we get to know each other. Guess we are still getting used to each other, plus he has just moved out of a house with 4 people to just me, so he is enjoying the peace and quiet. I will give more details about this later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Work is still crap and stressing me out, but at least I am being paid. Don't feel like talking about it now, so more to come later too. Actually I am tired now so might head to bed. At least a short crappy post is better than no post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-3027922526196976348?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3027922526196976348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3027922526196976348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3027922526196976348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3027922526196976348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-7067733011109392769</id><published>2007-11-12T17:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:53:50.243+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Half way to my goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been sick and tired of slowly gaining weight - you know what I mean - the slow creep, so that your clothes get tighter and tighter and eventually you have to buy bigger clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I have taken the plunge and decided it is time for a life style change. I joined weight watchers (at work) 5 weeks ago and have been taking an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquaerobics&lt;/span&gt; class at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; once a week. Despite an initial set back, being what I have I let myself into, I have adjusted quite well. That first week brought the realisation of the crap I was eating, and the strong sense I would never be able to eat these things again. However I have learnt it is about moderation..... and point counting! Yes, my cupboard is still half full of crappy food, but I am damned if I am throwing it away and will work on eating it bit by bit. Kinda like rations, but yummy ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have splurged, what with a Melbourne Cup lunch and numerous nights on the grog, but I am learning how to deal with this and adjust the week to save those damn points for those crappy food days. I have changed from Coke to Diet Coke (which surprised me how easy it was) and instead of shapes biscuits when I come home it is celery &amp;amp; carrot sticks with a tablespoon of lite french onion dip. I have also gone back to cooking some basis meals (meat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vegies&lt;/span&gt;) which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy after not having them for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The aqua classes are a hoot. I go with Pam and my mum every Wednesday and sometimes Pam and I go on a Friday too. I think I am getting better at it and my mum just cracks me up with her dancing in the pool! The good thing is Pam used to teach so she gets me on the right track in order to get the maximum work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So the big question is ...................... is it working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My plan was to loose 5 kilos (this may increase depending what I look like when I get there). Today I got weighed and I am at the half way mark. I can't believe I have lost 2.5 kilos! My work pants are getting baggy, which is a bummer as I just bought all new pants. Oh well, better off being healthier than have nice fitting pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-7067733011109392769?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/7067733011109392769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=7067733011109392769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7067733011109392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7067733011109392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/11/half-way-to-my-goal.html' title='Half way to my goal'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3798374595010235974</id><published>2007-10-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:35:19.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housemate'/><title type='text'>The New Housemate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After Neil told me he was moving out to travel I was stressed at the thought of finding a new housemate and relieved that I hadn't had to ask him to move out, as things were not working out as well as they could have. Nice guy, but had no idea how to clean or have respect for other peoples property. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I first contacted Flatmate Selection and paid $75 for them to look for a housemate for me and have an ad placed on their website. They were quick to take my money, but pretty poor in all respects for their services advertised. They provided me a list of 6 possible housemates. I contacted 4 that met my criteria and all 4 had found places to live at. I checked the website for my ad, but after 10 days it was not there so I emailed them and got some bullshit response that it was the East Vic Park ad. That was a 4x2 place, yet I have a 3x2 place. Not my ad at all, so I emailed again and they fixed it up - no apology for their mistake either. They have since provided me with 2 more possibilities in the last 4 weeks, but both aren't willing to pay as much rent as I asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fearing Neil moving out on the 13th Sept without a new housemate took it's toll on me. I was very stressed. I placed an ad in the West Australian for the weekend prior to Neil's departure and only 1 girl rang up and checked out the place. She was a definite no-no as she used to live with my ex-housemate Sheryl. Sheryl had warned me about her not paying rent and trying to borrow money of you constantly. Good thing is that she didn't recognise me as I am a brunette now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The stressed mounted and then I had a call from Bronwyn on Monday evening. She was staying in a hostel and was very keen to look at the place. I had to go to my poker game, so we organised for her to visit at about 9.30pm. Pam stayed to check her out and all I can say is that she seemed perfect. The deal was made that I just needed to confirm the exact date Neil was moving out and perform my reference checks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bronwyn passed all checks including a call to her previous real estate agent in Darwin, so she moved in the day after Neil moved out. Talk about timing! It has been 2 weeks since and I could not have asked for a nicer person to move in. Clean, tidy, respectful and intelligent. I hope that she is feeling ok with me as a housemate, and a bit disappointed that she will be leaving in about 6 months to continue her travels around Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-3798374595010235974?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3798374595010235974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3798374595010235974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3798374595010235974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3798374595010235974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-housemate.html' title='The New Housemate'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1567492996181713896</id><published>2007-09-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:41:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris &amp; Leanne's 80s Party Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid167.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu132%2FRosealmond%2Fe436a3b2.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream167.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1567492996181713896?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1567492996181713896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1567492996181713896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1567492996181713896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1567492996181713896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/09/chris-leannes-80s-party-photos.html' title='Chris &amp; Leanne&apos;s 80s Party Photos'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-7827765610638638905</id><published>2007-09-24T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:59:58.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80s Party Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u132/Rosealmond/ecccbb97.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u132/Rosealmond/?action=view&amp;current=ecccbb97.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-7827765610638638905?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/7827765610638638905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=7827765610638638905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7827765610638638905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7827765610638638905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/09/80s-party-photos_24.html' title='80s Party Photos'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-4966627479199745646</id><published>2007-09-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:14:24.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Stupid Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am trying to (and getting really annoyed with) uploading a slideshow of the photos taken at Leanne and Chris's 80s Birthday party. I have no idea why it is not working and will probably find tomorrow that every attempt that I made has worked and there are now 3 copies of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So now that I have had a quick whinge about it I am heading off to bed as I give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got tomorrow off so I will try again then and update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PS: I have updated my photo to one from the party, so you can have a sneak peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-4966627479199745646?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/4966627479199745646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=4966627479199745646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4966627479199745646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4966627479199745646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid-blog.html' title='Stupid Blog!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-5600396743644194229</id><published>2007-08-31T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:47.651+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housemate'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RtgS1Hm3jZI/AAAAAAAAACs/wK3lojgp5KE/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104850881408896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RtgS1Hm3jZI/AAAAAAAAACs/wK3lojgp5KE/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is a photo of Ashley cutting his Freddo Frog Icecream Cake on his birthday last Friday night. He had a quiet gathering at his house with a few friends and family. I hate to admit that I drank way too much and got completely blind. I discovered later in the weekend that I was sick and this may have contributed to my glass and a half effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate to admit but I have been extremely slack at keeping this up to date lately. I have been sick on and off (nothing serious - just viruses) and my memory is just out right failing (must be all that drinking from my younger years). I was supposed to meet a mate for dinner on Tues night and forgot. I didn't realise until they rang me from the restaurant after I had just finished eating dinner at Pam's mum's place. Although I am not blonde any more I am sure I am suffering some residual effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I may have found my sporting passion, in terms of participation. Those who know me well know that I hate exercise. I had yet to find the sport or fitness venture that I enjoyed, however I went to aqua aerobics last week with Pam at the Somerset Pool in Vic Park....... and I enjoyed it. At first I wasn't sure as I felt a bit pooped and noticed that only 15 mins had passed of the hour long class. Then before I knew it we were starting a warm down and there was only 5 mins to go. I have purchased a pair of chlorine resistant bathers (which make me look white and fat), but I aint going there to impress any one, and they will last a lot longer than normal bathers. My plan is to go twice a week, but so far I have only managed once a week in the first two weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My house mate is moving out in a couple of weeks. He is off travelling with some friends who are coming over from Ireland. I am now on the lookout for a new housemate and have started by joining Flatmate Selection. However they have given me a bit of the run around by not placing my ad on the net and then when I emailed them they said it was the East Vic Park advert, to which I emailed saying that it wasn't my ad at all as it contained none of the details I gave. I really hate the fact she lied to me and would have preferred if she just fessed up and said sorry. She also gave me 6 people to contact and the 4 that I was interested in and contacted have all found places. I am thinking that I have just wasted $75 and that I might give her a call on Monday to voice my grievances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looks like I will have to spend more money advertising in the paper again. The whole thing just shits me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway good to see that everyone else is keeping their blogs up to date - thanks. I thoroughly enjoying reading what everyone is up to and it sounds like everyone is well and enjoying themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-5600396743644194229?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/5600396743644194229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=5600396743644194229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5600396743644194229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5600396743644194229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-ashley.html' title='Happy Birthday Ashley'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RtgS1Hm3jZI/AAAAAAAAACs/wK3lojgp5KE/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1448394294014225161</id><published>2007-08-18T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:55:29.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>The computer is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally I have the computer back!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago my housemate Neil told me the computer would not connect to the net. When I checked it out and couldn't get it to work I rang my provider (Iinet) and after much discussion and clicking around on stuff as advised (I have no idea what I was being told and considering it involved MSDOS stuff I was was clueless) it started to work. However I was advised by the iinet guy that he thought I might have a virus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next day it wouldn't work again. ARGH!! So I phoned dear Mikey and organised for him to have a look at it for me. I dropped the computer off at Ashley's place on Sat (4th Aug) as I was there for dinner. After hearing nothing I sent a text to Mikey on Wed 15th Aug. Mikey got back to me Friday and said that he couldn't find anything wrong with it and thinks it might be the modem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here I am connected to the net, no problems (YET) and finally able to pay my bills on line (thanks Pam for letting me borrow your computer). I didn't realise how much I used the damn thing and how frustrating it was not to have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lots has gone on in the past couple of weeks and I will add other posts over the next few days telling all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1448394294014225161?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1448394294014225161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1448394294014225161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1448394294014225161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1448394294014225161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/08/computer-is-back.html' title='The computer is back'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-6601687245401455216</id><published>2007-07-27T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:24:14.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My promotion took effect from Thursday this week. On Wednesday my team mates of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CVC&lt;/span&gt; organised a morning team for my leaving. There were sausage rolls, pies, spring rolls and cakes galore, not to mention speeches from my Team Leader (Priscilla) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;, Barry. I even got presents and a card signed by most of the staff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As Barry said in his speech they wanted to find me a present that represented my hobbies and likes, and that only meant one thing - wine! I got 6 bottles of mixed white and red wine, plus an engraved pen (To Rosie from the Hot Shots Team - an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in house&lt;/span&gt; joke) and a book called The Queen Bitch. The presents were perfect! I even got given a lift home as the wine was too heavy to carry on the bus, plus I feared I would be mugged for my wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reality checked in on Thursday morning as I made way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Northbridge&lt;/span&gt; Office (I was working on St Georges &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tce&lt;/span&gt; before). I didn't know anything about my new job or have any experience with income tax and large corporate businesses, plus I didn't know one person in my new team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I made sure I started later than normal so that my team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt; would be there. I was introduced to most of the team and then the wheels felt like they were falling off. I couldn't remember any of the names of the people I had just met, my boxes of my desk stuff had not arrived (as expected), I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;login&lt;/span&gt; to the system, but had no access to the data bases I needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But one of the guys took me for a coffee at 9am to talk to me about the work he does and how the team worked. His name was Mark (I think), but everyone calls him Nip ???? He has only been back 3 weeks after being on long leave to work overseas. I felt better after talking to him, but not totally settled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By lunch time my eyes were popping out from reading info about the new business line I work for on line, so I emailed a friend who works in the building and begged them to have lunch with me, which he did. Thanks Dan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Back to the grind and I was told that one of my team members needed a court document photocopied. The team leader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt; agreed and I was designated my first task, but wouldn't be able to do it until Friday as the colleague was using the document. I tried to look busy all afternoon and struggled and headed off to catch a new bus home (#220). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today (Friday) I caught my new bus to work. Got the stop way too early - I will have to check this out and see if I can catch an earlier bus. This bus was brand new (like yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;arvo&lt;/span&gt;) and almost empty. Got to work at 7.30am after grabbing a paper and milk on the way from the bus station to the office. I started checking out some induction information and got bored quickly, so decided to start the photocopy job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!! This document was huge and bound. I could not take the binding apart as the pages weren't numbered and if an accident happened I would not be able to put it back together in the right order. So I copied each page by page. This job took me the best part of the day. I ended up copying 450 pages. How do I know - I had to count them as the office has this stupid thing where they are monitoring what people are photocopying! I also had to label the sections (all 64) as done by my colleague with post it tags. What a mundane job and my team leader could not apologise enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;intermittent&lt;/span&gt; emails from my old team mates telling me they missed me - sob sob! I was told that they felt like some one had died. I can't believe they miss me that much, considering some of the grief I gave them over their reports. At least I get to catch up with some of them on Tuesday as my new boss has said it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to go to a lunch with them for as long as I like! I could really get to like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry for the delay in my post. I have been busy with trying to wind up at the old job and stressing about the new one. Plus I have the added burden of a new house mate. Lets just say he is not even close to Antonia, however I had a big chat with him about it and he has pulled his finger out. He has also replaced my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; tams and wine, plus he has stocked his pantry shelf and bought some fridge stuff. I think he has a good heart, just been mothered too much! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; gonna get looked after here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-6601687245401455216?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/6601687245401455216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=6601687245401455216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/6601687245401455216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/6601687245401455216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-job.html' title='The New Job'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-5122726613140378127</id><published>2007-07-14T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:17:01.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Local Pub Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night I went out with my sister to her local pub... Hmmmmm.... that was different. She was going there as some of her work mates were going as one of them was singing in a band there. Where to start......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got to Bianca's house and still had to straighten my hair and put on my make-up. Then a couple of Attila's work friends showed up as they were going too. Attila took the kids to his mum's and we went with Attila's work mates, who are a couple of 20 year old girls. The ride to the pub was interesting to say the least, with me feeling like a nanna in a "P" plated car and the stereo blasting (I recalled memories of doing this), but found the whole experience too loud, feeling scared of the driver's driving and basically feeling like a complete twat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pub is literally a local - quite a dive and full of unsavoury types. There were bikies with lots of tatts, 18 year olds off their faces, sleazy old men and the occasional smell of pot in the beer garden. We even arrived while the skimpies were still on. Nothing quite like ordering a drink from a girl dressed in a piece of dental floss. It was all class!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The band was not bad, consisting of 3 guys, being a drummer, and 2 guitarists. They played easy listening music and Bianca's work mate (nicknamed Princess) sang quite well. I must admit that he will not live it down at work after singing Brittany Spear's Hit me One More Time. That was a crack up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was an ok night and best of all Bianca made me cheese on toast when we got home! However I prefer my locals to hers - Sorry Bianca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-5122726613140378127?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/5122726613140378127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=5122726613140378127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5122726613140378127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5122726613140378127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/07/local-pub-experience.html' title='A Local Pub Experience'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-8063410672110468805</id><published>2007-07-01T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:28:50.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New House Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am losing my housemate Antonia - sob sob! Antonia has purchased a 3x1 house in Forrestfield (Congratulations!!) which she is going to lease. She is moving in with her fiance Boyd as she can't afford to live with me any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Antonia moved in about 18 months ago and has been the bestest house mate ever. She is very clean, considerate and friendly. She is a pharmacist and has brought home many a goody for me from the chemist, mostly perfume and make-up. I will miss her a lot, however we have agreed to stay in contact and will catch up for dinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I met my new housemate yesterday. His name is Neil, he is a 27 year old plasterer and is Irish. He will be moving in next weekend (6 July). The poor bugger was living with a girl who told him she was moving out of their place to go back to England and only gave him 4 days to find a new place. He is going to have to stay at a friend's place from Tuesday until he moves in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will give more updates once he moves in, but he seems like a really nice and fun guy and I reckon he may join us out on the piss sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-8063410672110468805?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/8063410672110468805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=8063410672110468805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8063410672110468805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8063410672110468805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-house-mate.html' title='New House Mate'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-678864461854332155</id><published>2007-06-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:47.906+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyson'/><title type='text'>I got a Dyson!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who would have thought some one could get soooooo excited about a vacuum cleaner? Well guess who has??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to the Harvey Norman sale at the Convention Centre during my lunch break on Thursday and low and behold they were selling Dyson Vacuums (DC08 Origin) at just $399. I could hardly contain myself, but I did. I went back to work and phoned all the electrical retailers I could think of and none of them could match the price, apart from the Good Guys, who offered $398, but it had to be a cash payment and I had to show proof of the price. I didn't have proof, so I returned to the Convention Centre, purchased by new Dyson with an extended 4 year warranty, paid by credit and organised to pick it up on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sent Pam and email about the great special as we had checked out the Dysons in Myers a couple of weeks ago. I thought she would never read it as she is on her holiday in Germany and Russia, but fate came into play and she did read it, and on Friday when I picked mine up I bought one for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I built it on Friday evening, but I haven't used it yet. It looks so clean and new that I don't want to get it dirty yet. I think I will use my old one tomorrow and then go over everything again with the Dyson to see what the old couldn't pick up. I have never been this keen to get out the vacuum cleaner. I am sure the novelty will wear off pretty soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here is my new baby. Isn't she pretty and aren't I sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079231326951754002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rn0N-x7-yRI/AAAAAAAAACk/XVrVVlnaiDc/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-678864461854332155?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/678864461854332155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=678864461854332155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/678864461854332155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/678864461854332155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-dyson.html' title='I got a Dyson!!!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rn0N-x7-yRI/AAAAAAAAACk/XVrVVlnaiDc/s72-c/IMG_0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-761286818138927191</id><published>2007-06-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:18:17.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasha Bulker'/><title type='text'>How to Remove the Pasha Bulker or Not?</title><content type='html'>Just testing how to add a YouTube video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfHvLAv0x-M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfHvLAv0x-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6aMhYz7rB8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6aMhYz7rB8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-761286818138927191?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/761286818138927191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=761286818138927191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/761286818138927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/761286818138927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='How to Remove the Pasha Bulker or Not?'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3970616997618042532</id><published>2007-06-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:48.501+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmichaels'/><title type='text'>Christening of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rnk9EB7-yPI/AAAAAAAAACU/dE4KKi3_k0s/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078157194285730034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rnk9EB7-yPI/AAAAAAAAACU/dE4KKi3_k0s/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Sunday 17th June 2007 I attended the christening of India Adelaide Lynette Carmichael. She is the daughter of Karen (my work friend) and Chris. She was christened at the King of Christ Church in Beaconsfield and wore a beautiful dress made by her grandmother. I heard that the lace used on it was 70 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;India was the perfect baby throughout the christening - wide awake, no tears or screams and smiles all round. She maintained this angelic behaviour at home whilst we all snacked and drank champagne and coffee. Karen kept waiting for the "wheels to drop off", but it never came whilst I was there and India was well and truly overdue for a sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078157340314618114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rnk9Mh7-yQI/AAAAAAAAACc/lwX41CScWXU/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&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/8450391882614018636-3970616997618042532?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3970616997618042532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3970616997618042532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3970616997618042532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3970616997618042532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/christening-of-india.html' title='Christening of India'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rnk9EB7-yPI/AAAAAAAAACU/dE4KKi3_k0s/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-7025030215057291988</id><published>2007-06-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:48.719+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that Girl???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rm_6iR7-yOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wii8FiVkMic/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550771907315938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rm_6iR7-yOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wii8FiVkMic/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is a sneak peak for all those dedicated fans of mine (how deluded??) of the new hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;. It feels pretty radical at the moment, but I am sure I will get used to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This post will be deleted soon as the photo is a shocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-7025030215057291988?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/7025030215057291988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=7025030215057291988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7025030215057291988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7025030215057291988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/whos-that-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s that Girl???'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rm_6iR7-yOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wii8FiVkMic/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-8335666957566716754</id><published>2007-06-13T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:48.817+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A group of us (about 20) attended Charmaine's birthday dinner on 26 May 2007, only to realise that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASHLEY AND CHARMAINE GOT ENGAGED!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apparently they got engaged on the Friday night after the Dockers win over the Saints. I was one of the first to arrive with Angie, Pam and Nicole. I spotted the ring first and started pulling faces at the girls. Nic was the one to ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So there you have it. Ash is getting married - never thought I would say that! No date has been set for the wedding, but I will keep all posted when I hear anything. Here's a photo of the couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075545325888784594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rm_1lR7-yNI/AAAAAAAAACE/PuHYmA0nXWY/s320/Ash+%26+Char+May+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-8335666957566716754?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/8335666957566716754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=8335666957566716754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8335666957566716754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8335666957566716754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/engagement.html' title='Engagement'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rm_1lR7-yNI/AAAAAAAAACE/PuHYmA0nXWY/s72-c/Ash+%26+Char+May+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2228033326677845772</id><published>2007-06-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:57:05.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The Waiting is Over .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a quick note to say that yesterday I got an email as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your interest in the Wave 2 APS5 Compliance Officer positions which were advertised in the Commonwealth Gazette on Thursday 7 December 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very pleased to advise that you have been successful in obtaining a position in Large Business &amp;amp; International Northbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be contacted shortly by a Business Line representative regarding the specifics of the position including the details of your new manager and the area you will be working in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal notification of this promotion/transfer/engagement will be sent to you by ATO Appointments within the next two weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I got a promotion!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not sure when I start but will keep you all posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bad news is that I am moving back to the Northbridge Office (no good coffee shops around and full of ferals and derros), and more importantly I will be leaving my colleagues - whom I have thoroughly enjoyed working with. I think I will find it hard to meet such a great team of people who got along so well and worked so well together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2228033326677845772?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2228033326677845772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2228033326677845772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2228033326677845772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2228033326677845772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-is-over.html' title='The Waiting is Over .......'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3420363861452568917</id><published>2007-06-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:48.906+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><title type='text'>World Blood Donor Day is 14 June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.who.int/worldblooddonorday/en/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;World Blood Donor Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; is set by the World Health Organisation, the United Nations health agency.&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations theme this year is: Safe Blood for Safe Motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;Every year approximately 17% of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donateblood.com.au/page.aspx?IDDataTreeMenu=183&amp;parent=32&amp;amp;parent1=143"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pregnant women in Australia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;require a blood product to ensure they have a healthy pregnancy. This product is only available thanks to the support of voluntary unpaid blood donors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happens to blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think blood donations are used to help people who suffer traumatic incidents, such as accidents or burns, or in surgery. But, in fact, the vast majority of blood donations go to people with major medical conditions such as cancer, heart disease, stomach and bowel disease, liver and kidney disease, people with haemophilia and to newborn babies and pregnant women. The blood drop diagram below provides more detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070974865419384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rl-4xd5BtqI/AAAAAAAAABs/U4MmympeJq4/s400/What+Happens+to+Blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did you know that 430,000 people in Australia receive a blood product each year and it is estimated that 50% of Australians will require a blood product during their lifetime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unfortunately I will not be making a donation on World Blood Donor Day, because I made a donation on Wednesday 30 May 2007 and have to wait 12 weeks before I can donate again. Wednesday was my third donation since November last year. I made a New Years resolution this year that I would donate blood at least 3 times in 2007. I have made 2 donations this year and I am aiming for 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If this blog inspires just one person to donate blood then I have achieved my goal, however that one person with one donation will have saved a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you feel inspired please phone 13 14 95 for an appointment at the Australian Red Cross Blood Service or visit &lt;a href="http://www.donateblood.com.au/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt; to learn more and make that appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-3420363861452568917?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3420363861452568917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3420363861452568917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3420363861452568917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3420363861452568917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-blood-donor-day-is-14-june.html' title='World Blood Donor Day is 14 June'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rl-4xd5BtqI/AAAAAAAAABs/U4MmympeJq4/s72-c/What+Happens+to+Blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-7894346012949216539</id><published>2007-05-27T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:49.290+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFL'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RlkrY95BtpI/AAAAAAAAABk/KqlZAn8n7yA/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069130563512809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RlkrY95BtpI/AAAAAAAAABk/KqlZAn8n7yA/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rlkqzt5BtoI/AAAAAAAAABc/6vI-SGRixPo/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday night was the last night game that the Freo Dockers will play at Subiaco Oval this year, so I took my camera to capture a moment to share with you. It was always going to be a quiet night as I was working overtime on Saturday from 7am to 3pm, and was on my second 6 day week and extremely tired, so there are no tales of drunken escapades at the footy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Freo played St Kilda, an extremely injury riddled team in the AFL at the moment. I had tipped Freo to win, but as usual lacked any confidence in Freo winning. The only predictable thing about the Dockers is that are unpredictable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I took my raincoat as the weathermen had predicted rain in the evening, and I also packed my gloves for when the temperature dropped. In typical fashion of me taking my raincoat - it failed to rain, and to add further insult the temperature never really dropped and I didn't use my gloves. It was almost too warm for my jacket, but I kept in on as I already had enough baggage with the raincoat and gloves in my lap, and the camera, oh and the radio etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Getting back to the footy, the game was fairly lack lustre. The Dockers didn't look convincing and the Saints were appalling and couldn't kick straight to save a life, especially Gehrig who I dislike with a passion and verbalised this quite frequently to Angie with comments about the way he walks like he has a carrot up his arse and how damn ugly he is. I would just like to add that ugly men should not play AFL football - it is not good for TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the outcome of the game was a Freo win, 101 to 55. At least I have started the round with my first tip being right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to put forward a theory I have on AFL games. That being the first to 100 point wins. Angie and I joke about this often and did on Friday night, but I think this theory is correct and would love to hear from others about this, especially of examples that buck this trend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PS: Take note of the score in the photo - first to 100 wins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-7894346012949216539?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/7894346012949216539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=7894346012949216539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7894346012949216539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/7894346012949216539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-night-football.html' title='Friday Night Football'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RlkrY95BtpI/AAAAAAAAABk/KqlZAn8n7yA/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1278762718783227091</id><published>2007-05-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:58:30.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Waiting ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I applied for a promotion in mid December 2006. I actually cheated and paid a business to write my job application and prepare a resume for the cost of $220. This round of jobs was supposed to be finalised in February 2007, but some one stuffed up (as usual, and this time the ATO is blaming the recruitment agency - Manpower) in that a lot of job applications were lost during the electronic application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I heard nothing for ages and the ATO kept posting updates saying this and that was happening, but no one heard a brass razoo about anything. Then one day I was actually talking to a colleague about the process when my mobile rang and low and behold it was a Manpower (not the strippers!!) saying I had been shortlisted for an interview. Great!! This interview was booked and to my horror it was a phone interview. I suddenly became very stressed as every interview I have been to has been in person and usually a panel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I studied my job application and finally the day arrived. How did I go - SHOCKING! I managed to stuff up an example in true form by missing the end of the question in which the interviewer stated &lt;em&gt;Give an an example of when you have used your understanding of taxation principles and practices to help a client&lt;/em&gt; and gave an example of a client that I referred to GST Field for a visit as he was non compliant with me. Field ended up penalising him heaps and he owed hundreds of thousands of dollars and they nailed 2 of his mates and he has done a runner. At the moment the ATO is looking at prosecuting the client, so how did this HELP the client?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I realised my error half way through my example and rather ask the interviewer the question again and start with a new example (that I was not prepared for) I kept going. Arrrgh ....... the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways I am the only one in my office who has had an interview for the job, and everyone I talk to says that is encouraging. Our intranet site advised late last week that the candidates would be contacted and advised of the outcome the week commencing 21 May 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is 23 May 2007- no word yet. I am trying to be patient, and really when you look at the fact these positions should have been announced in Feb, I guess I shouldn't hold my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One thing I have learnt ...................... this may have been the best $220 I have spent in a while. As they say you have to spend money to make money, or was that just have money to make money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1278762718783227091?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1278762718783227091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1278762718783227091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1278762718783227091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1278762718783227091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting ........'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2771368882258438179</id><published>2007-05-13T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:49.492+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mothers Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RkaAsHOOcJI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nu-zmUek_X4/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063876326366015634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RkaAsHOOcJI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nu-zmUek_X4/s200/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RkZ_m3OOcII/AAAAAAAAABM/nhCX8WwTFl0/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063875136660074626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RkZ_m3OOcII/AAAAAAAAABM/nhCX8WwTFl0/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For Mothers Day this year Bianca and I decided to take Mum out for breakfast, after the first idea of going to the zoo did not seem to appeal to Mum at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I managed to get a booking at La Tropicana Cafe at Cottesloe, however the time was for 8.00am as they were almost fully booked. Mum thought this might be too early for the kids, but we discovered it was a blessing instead. We all arrived in separate vehicles within 5 mins of each other and were able to easily get a parking space right near the cafe. Mum was most surprised that Atilla was joining us too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gave Mum some flowers that I had picked up on the way and Bianca gave her a gift bag full of yummy soaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kisses aside we ordered a big breakfast each, me no egg as usual, and Melissa ordered scrambled eggs on toast and Meagan a toasted bacon sandwich with tomato sauce. When the plates came out they were huge. We battled to eat it all including Atilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We then went for a quick walk along the path above the beach and watched the surfers. Despite threatening to rain the whole time it never did, but it was quite chilly with the breeze. If you ask me I think the surfers are mad and Atilla said that peeing in your wetsuit doesn't keep you warm long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think Mum had a lovely time as she had never been out for breakfast before. We have decided that we should do this more often as a family, so I look forward to that. I also look forward to it being slightly cheaper as all of the meals had been bumped up in price for Mothers Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despite it being a fantastic morning and enjoying myself immensely with my family, there was a small part of my mind wondering whether I would ever get to celebrate Mothers Day myself. I really do hope so, but sometimes days like this really remind me of the ticking clock and my inability to find that Mr Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2771368882258438179?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2771368882258438179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2771368882258438179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2771368882258438179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2771368882258438179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-2007.html' title='Mothers Day 2007'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RkaAsHOOcJI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nu-zmUek_X4/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1353847565404660415</id><published>2007-05-10T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:00:00.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Nite Out with Karen in Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w167.photobucket.com/albums/u132/Rosealmond/Karens Night Out 2007/1178795429.pbw" width="600" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u132/Rosealmond/Karens%20Night%20Out%202007/?action=view&amp;current=1178795429.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a few photos from when Karen visited Perth at Easter this year. We headed out for a bit of a girls night out. The guy with Pam is her brother in-law and the other guys are his friends. I know I was freaking blind by the end of the night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1353847565404660415?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1353847565404660415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1353847565404660415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1353847565404660415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1353847565404660415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/05/nite-out-with-karen-in-perth.html' title='Nite Out with Karen in Perth'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3967771742247720205</id><published>2007-05-10T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:59:17.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>3 Dates in 21 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The speed dating saga continues. I apologise for the delay, but I have been a busy girl as you may be able to tell from the title. Not a bad stat eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I finally rang back 3 out of the 5 guys as I didn't want to book myself up too much and quite frankly the idea of 5 dates in a week was overwhelming. Rick and Pete phoned again and I rang Graham. So heres how it went.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday 4 May 2007 6.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Graham at the Balmoral Hotel for dinner and drinks. Being a smart girl I drove in case it was a disaster. It all went well and instead of heading home at about 8.30pm to watch my beloved Blues on Friday night footy, I stayed out to about 10.30pm. Graham is funny and the conversation flowed. He is a lunatic Freo supporter, divorced, 2 kids and drives a 4WD. We agreed to catch up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 5 May 2007 11.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Pete at the Mends St Cafe for a coffee. The conversation flowed easily and we actually had 2 coffees. Pete works in the mining industry, was previously a fireman (I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; firemen!!!!) and in the SAS. He is well travelled, educated and intelligent and I found the conversation very mentally stimulating if not some times intimidating as I have never dated an intelligent man. We also agreed to catch up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 5 May 2007 3.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Rick at a cafe in Vic Park for a coffee. I got there first and when he arrived he wasn't who I thought he was, but that didn't matter. The conversation did not flow and after half an hour I was over it. I tried so hard by asking questions, but got closed answers. He has no real interests apart from his brothers and their families. This was tough going and I bailed after an hour. Despite how bad it was he thought it went well as he wanted to catch up for lunch the next day - I was suddenly really busy. I just just texted him today and told a white lie that I had met someone else and was pursuing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Graham made an appearance at the Balmoral on Sunday arvo whilst I was at my usual Sunday arvo bottle of wine with Pam. He still made me laugh, but he is not the brightest person I have met, but he is a real nice guy. Pam was smart and drove as she was doing her washing at the laundry mat, whilst I got blind and suffered a rotten hang over at work on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still have to phone Stefano and Glen to catch up, but have felt a bit dated out, plus too many coffees from cafes gives me the jitters real bad. Keep watching as I will call them soon. I am trying to keep an open mind on all of this, but I think all these guys from speed dating are all too old for me. You all know that I am a cradle snatcher and some things just don't change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-3967771742247720205?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3967771742247720205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3967771742247720205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3967771742247720205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3967771742247720205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-dates-in-21-hours.html' title='3 Dates in 21 Hours'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-8312845415890435176</id><published>2007-04-27T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:59:44.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Speed Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Tuesday 24 April Pam, Angela and I went speed dating. What a different experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We arrived at about 7pm at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Vic Hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Subiaco&lt;/span&gt;. Angela drove as she had to work the following day from 7am, whereas the rest of us had a public holiday - ANZAC Day. Upon arrival we received a list of 13 guys names and a voucher for a drink. Pam, being an experienced speed dater (only joking!) told us to put our bags on the comfy chairs, so that no one would get them. It looked quite romantic with tea light candles at each table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I downed one wine and got another before we started at 7.30pm. We only got 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; with each guy, and boy that can go by really quickly. I started with Stefano (just back from 9 months in Tuscany), followed by Brendan (jumped the queue at the bar) , Vince ( the dancer), Paul (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pommy&lt;/span&gt; guy), Frank (the financial advisor), Peter (the ex fireman) and Mark (the welder). Then it was time for a well earned break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another wine and started again with Colin (nice guy), Glen (Pom who owns petrol stations), Graham (the East &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Freo&lt;/span&gt; supporter), Steve (Bill Ray Cyrus look alike), Liam (the Irish property developer) and lastly Rick (real family guy who is close to his 2 brothers). I ended up ticking 9 guys - can't be too fussy when you only have 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the selection sheets were handed in we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;congregated&lt;/span&gt; at the bar downstairs and got some drinks. Some people started heading home for work and dawn service commitments and as the pub shut at 10pm we moved to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Subi&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. More drinks - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eeek&lt;/span&gt; should have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eaten&lt;/span&gt; before I came or at least made more of the nibbles on offer!!! Some one mentioned the Casino and on we moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam, Stefano and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; got a lift with Kirsten. Lovely girl and glad that Pam got her mobile number. We were going to the Ruby Room, but the queue was huge so we went to Paddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hannans&lt;/span&gt;. Danced to the band and chatted with the remaining stragglers before getting home at about 1.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got a phone call on Thursday from Kristen (the speed dating organiser) and I had 5 matches! Couldn't believe it! The only bad thing was that I was off work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gastro&lt;/span&gt; type bug and 4 of these guys rang. I only answered one and said I would call back later when I was better. The others I sent an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; explaining I was sick and that I would call next week. Even today I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; from the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; guy. Pays not to be picky eh? Looks like I am going to be busy going on 5 dates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And for those who want to know who I matched with ....... Stefano, Peter, Glen, Graham and Rick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stay tuned for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-8312845415890435176?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/8312845415890435176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=8312845415890435176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8312845415890435176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/8312845415890435176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/04/speed-dating.html' title='Speed Dating'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-1874627032076208755</id><published>2007-04-22T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:01:27.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>The Car Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday Pam and I had our cars booked in at Kmart Tyre &amp;amp; Auto at Carousel Shopping Centre. We dropped the cars off at about 7.50am and headed to McDonalds for brekkie. Karen was with us as she is visiting Perth from Melbourne and had spent the night at Pam's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I dropped the car off I mentioned the battery probably needed replacing as I had noticed the cars ability to turn over was lagging. This isn't helped that I tend to drive the car on weekends as I catch the bus to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got the call from the garage pretty early and the news was not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I needed the following done including the major service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 new front tyres (the ones on it were so bad the guy said I couldn't leave without replacing them. Apparently down to a metal part????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Serpentine belt (this drives everything including power steering, air con)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rear brakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 lights (park and brake lights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Total cost $850!!!! Holy smoke, I had not prepared for this or even saved that much for it. I had about $600 put away thinking that would be plenty. I felt like crying in the middle of Target, but kept it together. I told the guy to go ahead and do it all and I would work out the money part ....... somehow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam came to my rescue and I now owe her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The shopping continued but I had lost a lot of gusto. Got my leggings and 2 bras as planned. Saved a heap in Myers (the bras cost me $68 instead of $100 - BARGAIN!) and even bought a birthday pressie for mum even tho her birthday is in mid June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam did some mean shopping too, including a fantastic Jamie Oliver saucepan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam got the car phone call later and it was not good news either, but better than mine. Hers was $500 and included rear brakes like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We stopped for a cuppa and a recharge. Unbelievably Vanessa Mansford sat at the table next to us. I haven't seen her for about 4 years, but Karen and Pam hadn't seen her since high school. That is 19 years ago!!!!!!! We had a lovely chat and catch up about who we were still in touch with and what people were up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We shopped more and eventually picked up the cars at 2.00pm. I was told that I needed about another $500 worth of work and Pam was told about $1800 (this includes air con for $1,000), so that was depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We dropped Karen off at her dads place and then Pam and I stopped in at the Vic Park shops to check out some tops in Jeans West. Amusingly we purchased the 2 exact same tops, heading to Coles for bread and Liquorland for a 6 pack of wine each. Finally got home at about 4.00pm and I was knacked and broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-1874627032076208755?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/1874627032076208755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=1874627032076208755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1874627032076208755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/1874627032076208755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/04/car-service.html' title='The Car Service'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2491845203412776541</id><published>2007-04-02T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:00:20.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w167.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" vspace="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2491845203412776541?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2491845203412776541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2491845203412776541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2491845203412776541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2491845203412776541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday Pics'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-5052633736058271458</id><published>2007-04-02T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:00:32.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u132/Rosealmond/?action=view&amp;current=.my_first_widget.pbw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday 24 March 2007 was Pam and my 35th birthday, and to celebrate we organised dinner and drinks at the Balmoral Pub in Vic Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unfortunately for me I got sick during the week and it kind of ruined the night. I ate half my meal and drank only 2 wines and 2 cocktails all night. Pam had tried to come to my rescue during the week, with getting lots of drugs like cold &amp;amp; flu tablets, garlic horseradish and vitamin C tablets, lozegers, and Karvol, but alas I was unable to get rid of the dreaded lurgy in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luckily everyone else had a fabulous time!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In fact some struggled the next day to due rather large consumptions of alcohol and partying on in the city, whilst I was crying myself to sleep. Now I am all better and right and ready for a rematch, but it appears that some of the casualties from that night have vowed never again and I don't blame you as you all looked pretty messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you all for you presence and presents, especially those who donated to my digital camera purchase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-5052633736058271458?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/5052633736058271458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=5052633736058271458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5052633736058271458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/5052633736058271458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-347121333266766933</id><published>2007-03-31T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:49.675+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapping'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Scrapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rg5ZoKKg1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zs57s9H24aw/s1600-h/Mini+Clipboard+Scraping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048070778786993426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rg5ZoKKg1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zs57s9H24aw/s200/Mini+Clipboard+Scraping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is my first artist attempt at scrapping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to Danielle's place with Pam and Bradley on Friday night (16 March 2007) to watch and learn how Pam and Danielle scrapbook. Brad was quite entertained with the big screen TV watching Pirates of the Caribbean 2, whilst we chatted in the front room, drank wine, ate M&amp;Ms and scrapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learnt a lot about scrapping, the most important being how expensive it is, followed by there are a loads of gadgets and gizmoes that you can use and all have special names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Danielle suggested that Pam and I make mini clipboards and my attempt is pictured. It should have a mini silver bulldog clip on it, but it wouldn't scan well with it. I am quite impressed with my effort and look forward to more nights of scrapping, especially the wine, M&amp;amp;Ms and chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-347121333266766933?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/347121333266766933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=347121333266766933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/347121333266766933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/347121333266766933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-night-scrapping.html' title='Friday Night Scrapping'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/Rg5ZoKKg1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zs57s9H24aw/s72-c/Mini+Clipboard+Scraping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-2378809924687863606</id><published>2007-03-21T20:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:50.083+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A Week in Dunsborough Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESvJnrPOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOl6QGutEfA/s1600-h/DSCF0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044333658877148386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESvJnrPOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOl6QGutEfA/s200/DSCF0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESw5nrPQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HWDyoF3b-IE/s1600-h/DSCF0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044333688941919490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESw5nrPQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HWDyoF3b-IE/s200/DSCF0444.JPG" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESwJnrPPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ktkwN2sE8co/s1600-h/DSCF0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044333676057017586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESwJnrPPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ktkwN2sE8co/s200/DSCF0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not sure this is going to turn out as I want but thought I was better trying to finish the Dunsborough trip, so apologies for the photo arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam and Bradley arrived on the Thursday night and rather late. I am amazed that they found us, but it helped that Angie drove to the town centre to meet them. The joys of mobile phones! Unfortunately the days are muddled in my head so I will just mention what we got up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We played Supa Golf one morning. The complex is new and located new the Chocolate Factory. As you can see I tried to play the part clothing wise, but failed substantially when it came to actually playing golf. Brad whooped us (he had had golf lessons previously), Pam came second and Angie and I came equal last. It was actually quite enjoyable, and I think we made a wise decision to just play 9 holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Second stop on this day was the Chocolate Factory and as usual I took handfuls (and more handfuls) of the free choc buds and taught Brad to do the same. Even grabbed my usual top up on the way out!! We had lunch at the Providore (new organic place), followed by visits to the deer farm (yummy - sorry Bambi), some wineries and the cheese factory. We also did wineries the following day, so I am not totally sure which day we went where. We also visited the Candy Cow and Brad got to go to the beach to go boogy boarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The beach was fantastic at Yallingup for Brad, apart from the first day boarding and his boardies fell down and he was rolling around the surf desperately trying to pull them up and not flash, whilst hid board floated away. I decided not to post that photo for Brad's sake and posted one of him clothed correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The photo of Pam and Angela was taken at Laurence. It was the most fantastic winery I have been too. It seems fairly new and we only went there to take Karlene's advice to check out the toilets. Let me just say that the size of each cubicle was the size of a bathroom - amazing! The wine wasn't bad too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brad got over the wineries pretty quickly, but enjoyed the fact that most had dogs that you could pat and play with. I purchased only 9 bottles due to the fact I was stone cold broke, but Pam made up for all of us with 24 bottles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam and Brad left on Sunday arvo and Angie I left on Monday morning. It was a fab holiday and I look forward to heading down there again as it is so relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-2378809924687863606?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/2378809924687863606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=2378809924687863606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2378809924687863606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/2378809924687863606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-in-dunsborough-part-2.html' title='A Week in Dunsborough Part 2'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RgESvJnrPOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jOl6QGutEfA/s72-c/DSCF0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-4585280705761676861</id><published>2007-03-14T17:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:10:50.243+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A week in Dunsborough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RfFVYUvoFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lx44p8N5qOU/s1600-h/DSCF0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039903334377985186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RfFVYUvoFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lx44p8N5qOU/s320/DSCF0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th to 12th February 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Angela and I had a week booked in sunny Dunsborough and I can't begin to tell you how delightful and relaxing it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Work had been driving me crazy and I hadn't had been on annual leave for a year, so as this holiday approached I did my best to contain my excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Angie was the designated driver for the holiday, as I had driven last year on our annual pilgrimage down south. Pam and Bradley would be joining us later in the week. We arrived at Geographe Cove Resort at about half three on Monday afternoon and boy what a surprise the place was. We stayed in a 3x2 house that was perfect with all the mod cons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Angie and I settled in and had a few days before Pam and Bradley joined us on Thursday night. The weather was fantastic (30+) for a seaside holiday. Our house was just a walk through the complex to the beach - perfect! Angie and I were lucky enough to experience a few hours out on a boat checking out the coast with Barry (my work colleague) and his wife Carole. It was flat as and I didn't get sea sick at all, which is a small miracle in itself. We moored the boat and had a swim off the shore of a beautiful beach. The water was unfortunately cold in most parts, with a few warms spots, that Barry swears he was not responsible for. It was a lovely afternoon and made me wish that I owned a boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We were very well behaved and avoided the wineries until Pam's arrival. Angie and I had our usual trip to 'The Goose' restaurant in Busselton. Again a perfect meal overlooking the 2km jetty, however we bailed on dessert in favour of buying wine and a sweet sticky liqueur to drink back at our new home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think I will divide this holiday onto a couple of posts, so that I can add more photos and so that it is quick and easy to read for all. So in my next instalment - Pam and Bradley arrive!&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/8450391882614018636-4585280705761676861?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/4585280705761676861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=4585280705761676861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4585280705761676861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/4585280705761676861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-in-dunsborough.html' title='A week in Dunsborough'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UNpqSczBmIY/RfFVYUvoFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lx44p8N5qOU/s72-c/DSCF0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450391882614018636.post-3246914615776526578</id><published>2007-03-10T13:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:51:40.452+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with MySpace and in with Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had attempted to do a MySpace, but I don't like the set up and what it looks like in terms of viewing it and photos. So taking good note of Danielle's and Belinda's blogs I have moved to Blogger. I get the feeling that I may have to visit Danielle for some serious tips on how you create an interesting blog with good photos, and now that she has her computer back I am sure she will be keen - please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will give a brief update from MySpace - I signed up for ADSL2 on 29 Jan 2007. Being my usual savvie computer self I couldn't even set the damn thing up without making my first call to my new providers helpline. I decided to try and do a myspace, which was pathetic :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was sort of impressed that I was able to add a 2nd posting about a friends new baby including photos, but that was the end of myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will make my start here brief as I will now have to try and work out how to add a photo to my profile. It is probably really easy, but it doesn't look as simple as browsing for a photo on my computer. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450391882614018636-3246914615776526578?l=rosealmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/feeds/3246914615776526578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450391882614018636&amp;postID=3246914615776526578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3246914615776526578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450391882614018636/posts/default/3246914615776526578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosealmond.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-with-myspace-and-in-with-blogger.html' title='Out with MySpace and in with Blogger'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14799632009812608136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
