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how's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How did you get one of  your scars?&lt;/span&gt; I have a scar at the very top of my forehead,from where I fell and hit my head against a brick wall :) had to get an amazing 6 stitches.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;/span&gt;  Had to work on my birthday,so that sucked,but ate lunch with my mom,and spent the evening relaxing,watching tv with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;/span&gt; Really well,since it's Friday and I got some extra money today,yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How did your night go last night?&lt;/span&gt; Quite good.My boyfriend and I have been kind of giving each other the silent treatment after a fight on Tuesday,and the 'ice' kind of melted last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How did  you do in high school?&lt;/span&gt; I did well enough.Was mostly a B-student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How  did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt; Bought it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;/span&gt;  Ugh,definitely not enough.We live almost 4 hours from each other,so we only get to see each other maybe every 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How much  money did you spend last month? &lt;/span&gt;My entire salary.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How old do you want to be when you get  married?&lt;/span&gt; 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*How old  will you be at your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt; 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine what's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Whats your mothers name?&lt;/span&gt; Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What did you do last weekend?&lt;/span&gt; Did a full on clean of our apartment,then watched 3 movies under the airconditioner,and ate a yummy homemade pizza.My boyfriend was away at a bachelor's party,so I could relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What is the most important part of your  life?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Definitely my mom,best friend,boyfriend and cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What would you rather be doing?&lt;/span&gt; Lying on the couch,reading my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What did you last cry over? &lt;/span&gt;When my boyfriend and I had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What always makes you feel better when  you’re upset?&lt;/span&gt; Hugs and kisses.Messages from my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant  other?&lt;/span&gt; To be able to trust him,and have him be completely honest and loyal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What are you  worried about?&lt;/span&gt; Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt; Oats with a bit of peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight have you's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever liked someone who had a  girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt; Yes,but it was only stupid crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever had your  heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you  ever been out of the country?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever been back stabbed by a  friend?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever  had sex on the beach?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have  you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Have you ever read an entire book in one  day?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven who's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who was  the last person you saw&lt;/span&gt;? My boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt; My sister and brother-in-law,to congratulate them on their 5-year wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;/span&gt;  My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt; One of my girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who did you last hug?&lt;/span&gt; My niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;/span&gt; The same girl friend who called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Who was the last  person you said "i love you" to? &lt;/span&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six  where's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where does your best  friend live?&lt;/span&gt; In Gansbaai,the white shark capitol of South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where  did you last go?&lt;/span&gt; The toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where  did you last hang out?&lt;/span&gt; In my living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where do you go to school?&lt;/span&gt; I don't,thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt; On the couch with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Where did you  sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt; My bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five do's/does:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Do you like someone right now?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think anyone likes  you?&lt;/span&gt; I hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Do you ever  wish you were someone else?&lt;/span&gt; No,I just wish sometimes that I was a better version of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Do you know the muffin man?&lt;/span&gt; No,unfortunately not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Does the future scare you?&lt;/span&gt; Yes,very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four whys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Why are you best friends with your best  friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt; Because she is the coolest,most loyal,loving person,EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Why did you get a myspace?&lt;/span&gt; I didn't,myspace sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Why did your parents give you the name you  have?&lt;/span&gt; It's combination of my parents' names,and they thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Why are you doing  this survey?&lt;/span&gt; Because I like questionnaires.A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three if's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; To be able to morph into anyone I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*If you could go back in  time and change one thing, would you? &lt;/span&gt;Lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*If u were stranded on a deserted island  &amp;amp; could bring 1 thing what would you bring?&lt;/span&gt; My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  would you ever's:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Would you ever  get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? &lt;/span&gt;No,I wouldn't.They are exes for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Would you  ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;/span&gt; Yes,if it was a life or death type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One last question:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt; Overall,things are good,but there are always things that are bad and need changing.Hopefully things will settle down and get even better,before I turn 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7828861703396541845?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7828861703396541845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7828861703396541845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7828861703396541845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7828861703396541845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-hows-how-did-you-get-one-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3758902623565984956</id><published>2010-02-15T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:24:51.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1485403/3799458895_0fec4dda2a_large.jpg?1265921360" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1485403/3799458895_0fec4dda2a_large.jpg?1265921360" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend was filled with some braai's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1457073/tumblr_kxc15semjq1qa9utro1_500_thumb.jpg?1265486487" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1457073/tumblr_kxc15semjq1qa9utro1_500_thumb.jpg?1265486487" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eating lovely,homemade food,made specially by good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1122398/3124609442_d62f929a37_thumb.jpg?1260475057" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1122398/3124609442_d62f929a37_thumb.jpg?1260475057" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugs,and kisses from my beloved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1289750/tumblr_kvyj2ezn1c1qannfro1_400_thumb.jpg?1263019121" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1289750/tumblr_kvyj2ezn1c1qannfro1_400_thumb.jpg?1263019121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And most importantly,hours of talking and laughing with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;best friend in the world,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;who although we see each other very little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;always mesh well together,no matter what the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This Valentine's weekend was more like a Friendship/Love weekend,which I think was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3758902623565984956?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3758902623565984956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3758902623565984956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3758902623565984956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3758902623565984956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-weekend-was-filled-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4131369964610145629</id><published>2010-02-11T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:02:10.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness all around</title><content type='html'>Wow,it has been forever since I've written anything on this blog.Some things have happened since then,and not all of them that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off,we adopted our little foster kitty,Cleo,which made me so so so happy,since she has been around us her entire life,and was basically meant to be with us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,as always seems to be the case with me,tragedy struck last Monday,when she was hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,in explanation,our cats are both indoor/outdoor cats,and have been since they were kittens.We live in a very small town,and have a lovely yard (although shared with 3 other apartments,but still nice) so they have space to play and be merry in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as any of you with cats especially,as pets,would know,a cat has a mind of their own,and tends to do the exact opposite of what you want them to.And our 2 girls love chasing each other,and the chases sometimes involve the street in front of our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,we don't really know for sure that she was hit by a car,because we were both at work at the time,and only discovered her about 8 hours later,hiding in the garden (which absolutely breaks my heart,to think she was lonely and in lots and lots of pain for all that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC seems to believe she fell from the roof,which I think is ridiculous,but whatever.Another possibility,of course,is that some incredibly disgusting,mean person,kicked her.In which case I hope that person will rot in hell for being such a dispicable human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,now I have a very sick kitty at home.I've taken her to the vet twice now,which has exhausted my financial resources to the max,and it doesn't look like we're done with the vet yet.I seriously don't know where I'm going to get the money from,but I get really sad and teary when I think of Cleo,and her hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm hoping God will show the way to resolve this,and that He will help me take care of her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/S3O5QNhfu4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/ve2DbmPpkX4/s1600-h/Allerhande+221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/S3O5QNhfu4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/ve2DbmPpkX4/s320/Allerhande+221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cleo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the downer return,but this has been occupying my thoughts so completely the last nearly 2 weeks,I've not been able to think of anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4131369964610145629?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/4131369964610145629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=4131369964610145629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4131369964610145629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4131369964610145629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2010/02/sadness-all-around.html' title='Sadness all around'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/S3O5QNhfu4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/ve2DbmPpkX4/s72-c/Allerhande+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5099754427186469225</id><published>2009-11-27T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:56:42.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>being thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-ShI4SFbI/AAAAAAAAB1U/E6o8hjYKleo/s1600/3726357124_e4d66dbfe9_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-ShI4SFbI/AAAAAAAAB1U/E6o8hjYKleo/s640/3726357124_e4d66dbfe9_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I am not American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would make a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;that I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;First up,the kind of obvious,quite serious,but still very true things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;1.My mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;2.My cat-daughter,Maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;3.Jacques,the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;4.My best friend in the world,Liz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;5.The rest of my family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;6.Having a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;7.Pictures of my dad - they keep him close to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and now,the less serious,but no less important,things that I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;8.Pizza,any kind,anywhere,any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;9.A cold shower after a long hot day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;10.Beautiful roses that grow in my 'garden',and pretty up our apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;11.My new fridge,that still makes my heart very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;12.Good stuff to watch on tv,when I'm super bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5099754427186469225?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5099754427186469225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5099754427186469225&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5099754427186469225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5099754427186469225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-thankful.html' title='being thankful'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-ShI4SFbI/AAAAAAAAB1U/E6o8hjYKleo/s72-c/3726357124_e4d66dbfe9_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-6783276953883113889</id><published>2009-11-27T09:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:56:33.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-EnEdptjI/AAAAAAAAB1E/8-duO7Zl4Pc/s1600/tumblr_ktq31p6E9j1qzsw4qo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-EnEdptjI/AAAAAAAAB1E/8-duO7Zl4Pc/s320/tumblr_ktq31p6E9j1qzsw4qo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-EvN4W-9I/AAAAAAAAB1M/MFrMAENaLIc/s1600/DSCN1115_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-EvN4W-9I/AAAAAAAAB1M/MFrMAENaLIc/s320/DSCN1115_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all the American people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you all had a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;great day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;spent with friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;or any other loved one in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I am more than just jealous of this American holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I want the great food you all have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;talking about all week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Believe it or not,but I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Shocking,I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-6783276953883113889?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/6783276953883113889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=6783276953883113889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6783276953883113889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6783276953883113889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-all-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-EnEdptjI/AAAAAAAAB1E/8-duO7Zl4Pc/s72-c/tumblr_ktq31p6E9j1qzsw4qo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7245198127242649643</id><published>2009-11-27T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:45:42.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'>black cats make everything better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-Bsa_uhUI/AAAAAAAAB08/tBVgGnybfYM/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-Bsa_uhUI/AAAAAAAAB08/tBVgGnybfYM/s320/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-A760xY-I/AAAAAAAABy0/rz7Z2CgXy0I/s1600/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-A760xY-I/AAAAAAAABy0/rz7Z2CgXy0I/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-A_CW_VlI/AAAAAAAABy8/3EAPN5HbcrQ/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-A_CW_VlI/AAAAAAAABy8/3EAPN5HbcrQ/s320/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BCgnx0jI/AAAAAAAABzE/qTxziCHYHfE/s1600/3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BCgnx0jI/AAAAAAAABzE/qTxziCHYHfE/s320/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BJ1kGqqI/AAAAAAAABzU/Po-F9TNokMo/s1600/5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BJ1kGqqI/AAAAAAAABzU/Po-F9TNokMo/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BR_MbVAI/AAAAAAAABzk/aTvH8Iq3SFk/s1600/7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BR_MbVAI/AAAAAAAABzk/aTvH8Iq3SFk/s320/7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BVWdIieI/AAAAAAAABzs/VFN-tHH4lXc/s1600/8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BVWdIieI/AAAAAAAABzs/VFN-tHH4lXc/s320/8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BGErDIuI/AAAAAAAABzM/fRi9QFHY47g/s1600/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BGErDIuI/AAAAAAAABzM/fRi9QFHY47g/s320/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BO2seM6I/AAAAAAAABzc/wuk3usOtlKQ/s1600/6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-BO2seM6I/AAAAAAAABzc/wuk3usOtlKQ/s320/6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That last one,that's my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7245198127242649643?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7245198127242649643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7245198127242649643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7245198127242649643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7245198127242649643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-cats-make-everything-better.html' title='black cats make everything better'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sw-Bsa_uhUI/AAAAAAAAB08/tBVgGnybfYM/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2833359589887165866</id><published>2009-11-12T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:10:58.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...c&lt;strong&gt;an't seem&lt;/strong&gt; to remember how to answer the phone correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;adore &lt;/strong&gt;red pepper hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;wrote an exam&lt;/strong&gt; in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;plan to&lt;/strong&gt; clean the apartment when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;have a&lt;/strong&gt; 5th cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;wish &lt;/strong&gt;my best friend lived right next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;very little work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;feel &lt;/strong&gt;excited for the coming weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;wonder&lt;/strong&gt; why I have so little self-control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; let my snarky co-worker get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;realise&lt;/strong&gt; how lucky I am to see my Mom every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...am&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;thankful that I have a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; very much in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2833359589887165866?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2833359589887165866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2833359589887165866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2833359589887165866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2833359589887165866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2536450389253710441</id><published>2009-11-12T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:10:46.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 4 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvBQGALLyI/AAAAAAAAByI/_opCB7CPX2k/s1600-h/jc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvBQGALLyI/AAAAAAAAByI/_opCB7CPX2k/s320/jc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvBa_3RbLI/AAAAAAAAByQ/cB3UtOefAmc/s1600-h/tumblr_ksxo1aKrZi1qzahj2o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvBa_3RbLI/AAAAAAAAByQ/cB3UtOefAmc/s320/tumblr_ksxo1aKrZi1qzahj2o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little late posting about this,seeing as our anniversary was Tuesday,November 10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but nevertheless,I just wanted to let everyone know just how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;much I love this little bugface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He makes me &lt;b&gt;super mad&lt;/b&gt;,and &lt;i&gt;super happy&lt;/i&gt;,sometimes just minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;apart from each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He makes me think,makes me feel,makes me believe more in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't always know what he sees in me,or why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we were destined to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I never doubt that we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meant to be together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt;3 I LOVE YOU &amp;gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2536450389253710441?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2536450389253710441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2536450389253710441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2536450389253710441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2536450389253710441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-4-years.html' title='happy 4 years!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvBQGALLyI/AAAAAAAAByI/_opCB7CPX2k/s72-c/jc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-351518515933949423</id><published>2009-11-12T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:02:16.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAiiISNcI/AAAAAAAABxw/6DiwGx19p34/s1600-h/Image049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAiiISNcI/AAAAAAAABxw/6DiwGx19p34/s320/Image049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dark and ominous sky...not so much.The sun came through,and created this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAnyeMVHI/AAAAAAAABx4/49ZQ03J8jtU/s1600-h/Image055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAnyeMVHI/AAAAAAAABx4/49ZQ03J8jtU/s320/Image055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A double rainbow!That conveniently ended right at my Mom's house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAsfgUIdI/AAAAAAAAByA/Ki-XOrvxLL8/s1600-h/Image061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAsfgUIdI/AAAAAAAAByA/Ki-XOrvxLL8/s320/Image061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked everywhere,but just couldn't find the pot of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-351518515933949423?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/351518515933949423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=351518515933949423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/351518515933949423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/351518515933949423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-end-of-rainbow.html' title='at the end of the rainbow'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvvAiiISNcI/AAAAAAAABxw/6DiwGx19p34/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-6046229869966903043</id><published>2009-11-11T15:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:43:49.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a wonderful wednesday</title><content type='html'>...since it's been raining the whole freaking morning!I adore this type of weather,and so my mood is much better today.Although,I must say,some people at work are irritating the crap out of me,I'm trying to not let them get to me.I think I'm just way past due to get out of town a bit,and relax somewhere that's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong,I love our little apartment (although I hate the neighbours with a passion),but when you spend all your non-working time in a certain place,you will obviously get tired of that place.So I am looking forward to our one night out of town,which will hopefully be spent with my bestie,getting drunk and dancing our asses off while talking lots of crap,and basically just having loads of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-6046229869966903043?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/6046229869966903043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=6046229869966903043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6046229869966903043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6046229869966903043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-wonderful-wednesday.html' title='it&apos;s a wonderful wednesday'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1190904045195389297</id><published>2009-11-09T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:24:55.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>me,me,me</title><content type='html'>1. What is your favorite color?&amp;nbsp; Red2. When is your birthday?&amp;nbsp; February 22&lt;br /&gt;3. The book on your nightstand now?&amp;nbsp; Grave Secret by Charlaine Harris and The Time Traveller's Wife &lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite pizza?&amp;nbsp; Banana and cheese&lt;br /&gt;5. Top hobby?&amp;nbsp; Reading&lt;br /&gt;6. One thing that scares you?&amp;nbsp; Being alone forever&lt;br /&gt;7. What drives you?&amp;nbsp; Other people's lives.Whenever I see someone less fortunate than me,it inspires me to keep going&lt;br /&gt;8. Pet peeves?&amp;nbsp; People who judge other's unfairly, being lied to and having to clean the apartment&lt;br /&gt;9. Last movie you saw in the theater?&amp;nbsp; Night at the Museum (The first one,which is ages ago.Pathetic,I know)&lt;br /&gt;10. Morning person or late night owl?&amp;nbsp; If I had to choose,it would be morning person&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you wearing right NOW?&amp;nbsp; Jeans, purple shirt, black jacket and black shoes&lt;br /&gt;12. One outrageous thing you did in the last week?&amp;nbsp; Oh man,I am not at all outrageous.I guess it was when I went to close our front door, without any pants or underwear on.At least I had a long shirt on.LOL&lt;br /&gt;13. Cats or dogs?&amp;nbsp; Cats&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite fragrance?&amp;nbsp; I don't have a particular favorite&lt;br /&gt;15. Camping or Luxurious Spa?&amp;nbsp; Right now, I would have to say luxurious spa&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite tea?&amp;nbsp; Plain English tea&lt;br /&gt;17. One person who can ALWAYS make you laugh?&amp;nbsp; My niece&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite time of the day? When I get home from work at night&lt;br /&gt;19. One thing you look forward to? Making life better for myself in the future&lt;br /&gt;20. One place you wanna visit soon?&amp;nbsp; My best friend's house&lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/search?q=japan&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;aq=t&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1190904045195389297?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1190904045195389297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1190904045195389297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1190904045195389297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1190904045195389297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/mememe.html' title='me,me,me'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3201293293108465994</id><published>2009-11-09T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:32:19.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend...</title><content type='html'>...was not very good.I had trouble with our stupid neighbours (who,though they are all 3 over 50,act like bratty,whiny children) and for some reason my boyfriend and I just weren't on the same page yesterday.This doesn't happen all that often,luckily,but I don't handle bad moods and confrontations well,so whenever someone else (especially my love) is in a very bad mood,it automatically turns my mood sour as well.I hate that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent nearly the entire day in bed,with Maya,reading a book.The weather was perfect for that,since it rained all day long.Which is not a typical thing to happen in November in my town,so I made the best of the weather and cuddled in bed.Would've loved to have cuddled with my man,but as you read above,that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Svfhash4K7I/AAAAAAAABxM/GkIRXTui26Y/s1600-h/0.3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Svfhash4K7I/AAAAAAAABxM/GkIRXTui26Y/s320/0.3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT,I am hopeful this week will be better,since my sister,b-i-l,boyfriend and I are going to Cape Town on Saturday,to visit a friend for her b-day,and to celibrate my boyfriends' b-day (Nov.19) and my best friend's boyfriends' b-day (Nov.17).It's going to be a really big b-day celibration.LOL.Can't wait to see my bestie.It's already been 2 months since we've last seen each other,so I am beyond excited to see her again.There's no one else in this world who can make me as happy as she can,which is saying a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3201293293108465994?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3201293293108465994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3201293293108465994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3201293293108465994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3201293293108465994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend.html' title='the weekend...'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Svfhash4K7I/AAAAAAAABxM/GkIRXTui26Y/s72-c/0.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-606649428106515787</id><published>2009-11-05T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:22:02.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the weather</title><content type='html'>I am in a much better mood today,seeing as it's not as hot as a marathon runner's balls after 20 miles,today.There's this lovely cool wind blowing,it's cloudy and kind of looks like it might rain (but I know it won't).Colder weather just lifts my mood so much,it's really weird.That's why I'm such a raging bitch basically all throughout summer,and parts of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvKKYJNtJSI/AAAAAAAABws/ifz7LDELORs/s1600-h/Agulhas+Naweek+Sept+%2708+1165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvKKYJNtJSI/AAAAAAAABws/ifz7LDELORs/s320/Agulhas+Naweek+Sept+%2708+1165.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not from today,but it's almost what it looks like&amp;nbsp;outside today.Minus the wet road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No rain yet.Here's hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-606649428106515787?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/606649428106515787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=606649428106515787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/606649428106515787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/606649428106515787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-weather.html' title='It&apos;s the weather'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvKKYJNtJSI/AAAAAAAABws/ifz7LDELORs/s72-c/Agulhas+Naweek+Sept+%2708+1165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-6219100893532736567</id><published>2009-11-04T09:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:56:43.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas!HELP!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is turning 31 on November 19,and I would love to do something for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,seeing as I'm totally broke,I was wondering if you could give ideas for presents I could get him,or make him,that wouldn't cost me an arm or a leg.Because I have just gone blank of any good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvEznCcSKlI/AAAAAAAABwk/XLdUP76aTes/s1600-h/jcj1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvEznCcSKlI/AAAAAAAABwk/XLdUP76aTes/s320/jcj1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS.Remember that I live in a really small town,with no really big shops,so that could complicate things a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-6219100893532736567?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/6219100893532736567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=6219100893532736567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6219100893532736567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6219100893532736567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideashelp.html' title='Ideas!HELP!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SvEznCcSKlI/AAAAAAAABwk/XLdUP76aTes/s72-c/jcj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8087710544414466888</id><published>2009-11-04T07:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:47:52.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>40 questions</title><content type='html'>1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&amp;nbsp; My toothbrush&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Where was your profile picture taken? At JC's parents' house,last year,while we were having a bbq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Can you play Guitar Hero?&amp;nbsp; No,but I'm pretty good at air guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Name someone who made you laugh today? It's only 7:30 am,but if my cat Maya counts,well,she did make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How late did you stay up last night and why?&amp;nbsp; Went to bed at 23:00,because I was watching True Blood for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If you could move somewhere else, would you?&amp;nbsp; Yes,somewhere by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been kissed under fireworks?&amp;nbsp; No,never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? JC,who not only is my boyfriend,but my best friend,too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe exes can be friends?&amp;nbsp; Yes,depending on the ex.If their a total asshole,I wouldn't even bother trying to be friends.Also,it would take me a while to get to the friendship stage&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?&amp;nbsp; I've never had Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you cried really hard?&amp;nbsp; In my dreams on Thursday night.Trust me,it feels extremely real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who took your profile picture? Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&amp;nbsp; Nobody,since my camera is dead now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was yesterday better than today? Yesterday always seems better,but I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV?&amp;nbsp; Yeah,definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you upset about anything?&amp;nbsp; Not very,but I'm bothered by a few small things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&amp;nbsp; Of course,it's people who don't want to commit,who make up things like relationships being futile and useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a bad influence?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't think so - I'm good at keeping others on the straight and narrow,but not so much myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Night out or night in?&amp;nbsp; In and out,and back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What items could you not go without during the day?&amp;nbsp; Lots,the only I can't go without,is a toilet with toiletpaper and my glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? Probably my aunt,and that was quite a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does the last text message in your in box say?&amp;nbsp; A please call me from a friend.That's our code that we want to chat online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you feel about your life right now?&amp;nbsp; I love my life very much,i just unfortunately,let small stupid things bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find?&amp;nbsp; Not very much.If you can believe it,my bestest friends aren't on Facebook at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What song is stuck in your head?&amp;nbsp; Good girls go bad by Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be?&amp;nbsp; A lawyer telling me a long lost family member has left me an incredible inheritance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Wanna have grandkids before you’re 50?&amp;nbsp; If possible,it would've been great,but I really don't think it will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name something you have to do tomorrow?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Come to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think too much or too little?&amp;nbsp; That's easy - I think WAY too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile a lot?&amp;nbsp; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many hours a day do you spend on the computer?&amp;nbsp; While at work I'm on all the time,so about 9 hours,but at night and on weekends I never go on a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be? for just one day?&amp;nbsp; I'd be some rich bitch,and donate lots and lots of money to charities of my choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Chicken or Beef?&amp;nbsp; Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Mac or PC?&amp;nbsp; I really don't care,as long as it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever punched anyone in the face?&amp;nbsp; No,but I've slapped and scratched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been punched in the face?&amp;nbsp; No,but I've been slapped and scratched&lt;br /&gt;(can you tell I've been in a cat fight?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8087710544414466888?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8087710544414466888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8087710544414466888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8087710544414466888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8087710544414466888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/11/40-questions.html' title='40 questions'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5773710342446416180</id><published>2009-10-29T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:09:19.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment envy</title><content type='html'>My neighbour girl is moving to a new,bigger apartment this weekend,and I'm having serious envy issues.So much so that I spent the whole night last night,dreaming of her new apartment.In my dream,the place is like a freaking mansion,even though,in reality it's just a 2-bedroom place,with almost no windows.So basically,it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I am envious about,is that second bedroom.I want one!Just imagine,a place to put all my extra crap that I don't want people to see,so the rest of the apartment can always look neat and well put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your homes like,big,small,cluttered,neat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5773710342446416180?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5773710342446416180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5773710342446416180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5773710342446416180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5773710342446416180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/10/apartment-envy.html' title='Apartment envy'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4420502090036621131</id><published>2009-10-28T12:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:19:55.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SugaQQ72OjI/AAAAAAAABwU/bKr9Qgm8aiQ/s1600-h/80b0331c347f%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SugaQQ72OjI/AAAAAAAABwU/bKr9Qgm8aiQ/s400/80b0331c347f%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is what I feel like these days+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Today I feel...really bored with my job&lt;br /&gt;2. Last night...I made a really tasty pizza and watched Lipstick Jungle&lt;br /&gt;3. Currently listening to...&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/"&gt;Grooveshark&lt;/a&gt;.Love that site&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes I wish...I could have lots more patience&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast?Sandwhiches&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you blush easily? Yes,although I always look kind of red,so I don't think anyone really notices me blushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser.Couldn't even quit blogging completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I'm back with a change.Even though I am quite scared to have people I know in real life discovering my blog,and laughing in my face about the stuff I write,I've decided to start going under my real name.Which is &lt;strong&gt;Juani&lt;/strong&gt;.Nice to meet you guys,again.Strange name,I know.I sound like a guy from somewhere in South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll see you all again off and on,when my laziness subsides long enough for me to blog about whatever boring thing I have done recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Please start reading again &lt;/strike&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4420502090036621131?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SugaQQ72OjI/AAAAAAAABwU/bKr9Qgm8aiQ/s72-c/80b0331c347f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7698177959089385823</id><published>2009-09-22T09:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:40:12.581+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>I've decided to stop blogging completely.I've realized that I just enjoy reading all the stuff you guys write,a whole lot more than I enjoy writing my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 10 months (give or take) have been really great,but I guess things have just taken their natural course,and it's now time to let the blog end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be reading everything you guys write (wouldn't miss that for the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great life people,and I hope that you all will keep up your amazing blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7698177959089385823?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7698177959089385823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7698177959089385823&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7698177959089385823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7698177959089385823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2395851200883919772</id><published>2009-09-21T09:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:50:41.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mundane Thoughts</title><content type='html'>* I was really sad yesterday (and to be honest,I still am today) because my neighbour's cat died yesterday morning.This is the older man who lost his wife only a few months ago,so this must be really tough to handle for him.He is very fond of his cats,since they are his only company at home,now that his wife is gone.I hope he's coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* JC and I spent the entire day with his parents,which is always a good time.We went to church in the morning (which is a very rare occasion for us,to be honest,but I really enjoyed it),and had a bbq with the yummiest salads imaginable.I might have eaten until my stomach couldn't get any bigger.But it's salad,so it's not that bad,right? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* JC's dad is a big fan of this card game called 'Sevens'.I've played the game with them a few times now,and still can't really remember all the rules.I lost nearly every game,but since we were playing for scores,my score ended up being the lowest over all,and so I WON!The boys were not happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's still 9 days before payday,and I'm actually not looking forward to it at all,since I've already worked out all the little expenses I have to pay in October,and things are not looking very rosy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* One positive thing - it was the most gorgeous spring morning here.As I walked to work,the sun was just rising over the mountains,and there was still that chilly bite in the air,that's left over from winter.The perfect weather.So even though it's Monday (never the most popular day of the week for me,or anyone else for that matter) I'm feeling really good,if only about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I watched 'Trailer Park Boys' this weekend,and though some of you might think 'WHY?!', I have to tell you,I thought it was funny.Like,they are so retarded and stupid,that they are actually really funny in the end.Also watched 'Zack and Miri make a porno',which I also thought was very funny,in a dirty kind of way.Last night,JC wanted to watch 'Gran Turino',and although it ended up not being at all what I expected from the movie,I thought it was a really good,and very touching movie.Clint Eastwood is a legend,and nobody does strong,silent,lone hero,like ole Dirty Harry.&lt;div 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Thoughts'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1005637546355940834</id><published>2009-09-09T12:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:22:12.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SqeBaB0IzJI/AAAAAAAABuE/f23x-EsP4k8/s1600-h/Cam+Pics2+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SqeBaB0IzJI/AAAAAAAABuE/f23x-EsP4k8/s400/Cam+Pics2+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379410564081044626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,I'm more in love than ever this week.Strange,but nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1005637546355940834?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1005637546355940834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1005637546355940834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1005637546355940834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1005637546355940834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-some-reasonim-more-in-love-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SqeBaB0IzJI/AAAAAAAABuE/f23x-EsP4k8/s72-c/Cam+Pics2+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7180389427050381522</id><published>2009-09-09T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:12:34.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked God why I wasn't rich.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings,&lt;br /&gt;Who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other,&lt;br /&gt;Who was ugly because of her vanity.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He'd allowed me to become old. &lt;br /&gt;He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I didn't have a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a family of six,&lt;br /&gt;Who had just been evicted from their tiny shack,&lt;br /&gt;And were forced, to live on the street.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a man, who couldn't find a decent job,&lt;br /&gt;Because he'd never learned to read.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't more popular.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,&lt;br /&gt;Who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't smarter.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a natural born genius,&lt;br /&gt;Serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He put up with a thankless sinner like me.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me His Son who took my place at the judgment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7180389427050381522?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7180389427050381522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7180389427050381522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7180389427050381522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sp9_C6fOn_I/AAAAAAAABt8/uuR6mqj4c9s/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377156168140365810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup,I'm heres,lookin' at your room.....why it so diiirrrty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7277229262534341622?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7277229262534341622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7277229262534341622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7277229262534341622'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3585849705199567259</id><published>2009-09-03T09:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:15:51.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome New Moon dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7600000/Bella-Jacob-3-twilight-series-7651547-300-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7600000/Bella-Jacob-3-twilight-series-7651547-300-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awesome dream last night.I dreamt the New Moon movie became real,and I got to run around with Jacob,and eventually,right before waking up (damn alarm clock),making out with him!It was completely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise to all the Rob fans out there,but in my mind,he just doesn't even come close to Taylor,even though I feel like a dirty old woman,just saying that about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole dream probably started because of these.Maybe,probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3vB5XJnm5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3vB5XJnm5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88XMYAfbLS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88XMYAfbLS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/83914614170615630-3585849705199567259?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3585849705199567259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3585849705199567259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3585849705199567259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3585849705199567259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesome-new-moon-dream.html' title='Awesome New Moon dream'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3309831839034813776</id><published>2009-09-03T09:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:18:50.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>one word answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theclutterboxblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-outfit-post.html"&gt;Namine gave me an award&lt;/a&gt;,which made my day,and since she had these lovely little questions up (you know how I love questionnaires!) I thought I'd steal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to answer the questions with only 1 word.Easier said than done,I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Frizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Lasagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? Mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Citrusdal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Woolworths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel free to do this too,it's fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3309831839034813776?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3309831839034813776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3309831839034813776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3309831839034813776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3309831839034813776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-word-answers.html' title='one word answers'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8620084065104239736</id><published>2009-09-02T12:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:55:50.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sp5O2uliO7I/AAAAAAAABtc/xw-Vi_-H0q8/s1600-h/20090430000545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sp5O2uliO7I/AAAAAAAABtc/xw-Vi_-H0q8/s400/20090430000545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376821707252317106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saying is so true!A lot of the time we complain about things,or situations,but it's really our own fault,because we choose not to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at choosing to be happy and content all the time,I wish I could be better at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8620084065104239736?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8620084065104239736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8620084065104239736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8620084065104239736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8620084065104239736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-saying-is-so-truea-lot-of-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sp5O2uliO7I/AAAAAAAABtc/xw-Vi_-H0q8/s72-c/20090430000545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1344246157000235189</id><published>2009-09-01T10:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:36:22.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://repairstemcell.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/unhappy-smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 277px;" src="http://repairstemcell.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/unhappy-smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sourpuss.But the truth is,I hate weddings.I always have.It just has never been fun for me to go to a wedding,at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am excited for,is seeing my friends and family.My sister and I have the same friends,so it's like their coming to see me too,which is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is making me unhappy (the fight with my sister),is still weighing heavy on my mind, even though we 'made up'.The hurt will probably linger for a long time,even though I would rather just say 'FUCK IT'.Unfortunately,as you all know,that is easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry,I will try and get some nice pictures from the wedding.I am going to do my best to be in a good,happy mood for it,and just be grateful for the time I get to spend with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted to know from you guys - do you drink alcohol,or don't you?If you do,how much do you drink,and do you ever get drunk?The reason why I'm asking,is that I don't really drink at all,but at parties like this,I sometimes feel a bit pressured into 'partying' a bit more than I'd like.&lt;strong&gt;How do you guys deal with that?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1344246157000235189?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1344246157000235189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1344246157000235189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1344246157000235189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1344246157000235189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-such-sourpuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5443548969836047001</id><published>2009-08-31T09:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:51:15.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know when someone hurts you so badly,by the words they say to you,that you feel like nothing can ever make you feel better again?Well,I'm feeling like that right now.It would be easier to get over,if the words came from some stranger,who I would not have to see again,making the hurtful words easier to forget.But when it comes from family,someone so close to you that you never ever expected it from,those words go into your heart and brain,and start to fester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forgive and forget.But as much as I want to do it,I just can't.Maybe some day.Until then I'll act as if everything is normal,and nothing is wrong,because if I don't,more people will get hurt.And I'm not going to be the one to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever wanted is for us all to get along and be nice and fun and happy.Again,maybe someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5443548969836047001?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5443548969836047001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5443548969836047001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5443548969836047001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5443548969836047001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-when-someone-hurts-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3273361091899026502</id><published>2009-08-27T15:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:19:35.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hisses:The True Blood 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpaRyQAtOGI/AAAAAAAABtE/YKAqY0RbeLo/s1600-h/TB6Banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpaRyQAtOGI/AAAAAAAABtE/YKAqY0RbeLo/s400/TB6Banner2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374643497790683234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpaRx-6vaHI/AAAAAAAABs8/5rAueq_cgCE/s1600-h/TB6Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpaRx-6vaHI/AAAAAAAABs8/5rAueq_cgCE/s400/TB6Banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374643493202258034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this adorable blog for a while now,and can't wait to see updates on all the foster kittens that go through the foster home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are 6 very special little kittens,who need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.love-and-hisses.com/?p=860"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please go here and read more about them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - also,if you can,&lt;strong&gt;please spread the word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3273361091899026502?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3273361091899026502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3273361091899026502&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2398274669009741139</id><published>2009-08-27T12:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:08:49.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZamA0tadI/AAAAAAAABs0/D6AmevonrAY/s1600-h/20090813081826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZamA0tadI/AAAAAAAABs0/D6AmevonrAY/s400/20090813081826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374582814415874514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... too bad I don't know how to ride a bike :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2398274669009741139?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZamA0tadI/AAAAAAAABs0/D6AmevonrAY/s72-c/20090813081826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7246185695842844358</id><published>2009-08-27T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:03:50.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZZ1glBzrI/AAAAAAAABss/x-I74QZX3i0/s1600-h/20090419185315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZZ1glBzrI/AAAAAAAABss/x-I74QZX3i0/s400/20090419185315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374581981126446770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least,this is what life feels like a lot of the time.Am I right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7246185695842844358?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7246185695842844358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7246185695842844358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7246185695842844358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7246185695842844358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-like-this.html' title='Life&apos;s like this'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpZZ1glBzrI/AAAAAAAABss/x-I74QZX3i0/s72-c/20090419185315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5647470299512592723</id><published>2009-08-26T07:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:47:20.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpTJ55dIehI/AAAAAAAABsk/uYfykerZBs4/s1600-h/hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpTJ55dIehI/AAAAAAAABsk/uYfykerZBs4/s400/hon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374142251872582162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautifully creative &lt;a href="http://thecherryblogcouk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicky Jane&lt;/a&gt; challenged me to give 10 true facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.I constantly dream about my cat.She features in almost every dream I have.&lt;br /&gt;2.I can't eat something sweet without following it up with something salty.And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;3.After living with my boyfriend (who stutters) for 9 months,I also stutter a bit now.&lt;br /&gt;4.I love where I'm living,but I would do anything to live somewhere by the sea,and wake up to an ocean view every day.&lt;br /&gt;5.I have a mental block against high heels and never wear them.However pretty they are,all I can think of when looking at them,is falling flat on my face and painful bunions and blisters.&lt;br /&gt;6.I prefer sleeping in mens flannel pyjamas.They may not be very hot and sexy,but they keep me hot,and very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;7.When I cook,I never use recipes.As soon as I use a recipe,the dish is guaranteed to fail.&lt;br /&gt;8.I always wear my socks wrongside out.That little ribbed part at the front of your toes irritates the crap out of me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;9.After years of longing for a tan skin,I've finally made peace with being deathly pale.My freckles,not so much.&lt;br /&gt;10.I make pizza for dinner at least 6 times a month.Even if it only has banana on it,I make it anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5647470299512592723?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SpTJ55dIehI/AAAAAAAABsk/uYfykerZBs4/s72-c/hon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1735472670770974707</id><published>2009-08-25T10:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:08:15.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGzaT625DqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGzaT625DqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable,right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1735472670770974707?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1735472670770974707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1735472670770974707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1735472670770974707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1735472670770974707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-d.html' title='Big D'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7617363249855047646</id><published>2009-08-24T10:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:46:48.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no surprise at all</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend has been obsessing over this song by Daughtry the whole weekend.Unfortunately,even though he really,really loves the song,he basically only remembers about 5 lines from the song,which is 'taking the easy way out'.So I've been basically ear raped with this one line the whole weekend.Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_cCABSFDQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_cCABSFDQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,when I went on Youtube to get the code for 'No Surprise',I happened upon this little accoustic gem - Daughtry doing Pokerface.Don't know about you,but I think it's awesome.Although it kind of creeps me out when guys sing songs that were originally sung by girls,and vice versa.Don't know why,it just does.But I'll make an exception for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT4VnnEU0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT4VnnEU0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7617363249855047646?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7617363249855047646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7617363249855047646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7617363249855047646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7617363249855047646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-no-surprise-at-all.html' title='It&apos;s no surprise at all'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5515724705125204954</id><published>2009-08-21T11:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:58:55.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>words to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5oILkVWQI/AAAAAAAABsE/NWY6UXmlOSY/s1600-h/20090818185620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5oILkVWQI/AAAAAAAABsE/NWY6UXmlOSY/s400/20090818185620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372345895253006594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I,as a rational,realistic person,know that life is supposed to evolve and change and I'm supposed to grow with it,and change as well,I kind of wish that just for a little while,like 1 year or so,things would just stay nice and calm,without any new catastrophes to take you by surprise.Just a little while,not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5oHilZe-I/AAAAAAAABr8/3ep15ZPXUkY/s1600-h/20090404132644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5oHilZe-I/AAAAAAAABr8/3ep15ZPXUkY/s400/20090404132644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372345884251618274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always had a huge problem with thinking too much.This,I understand,is not exclusively my problem,and that most women,and quite a lot of men,suffer from this very same affliction.It's not a good thing to suffer from,because when you think too much,you tend to make small,insignificant matters into huge,impossible-to-control thoughts that take over your everyday existence.I believe that I would be a lot happier if I only stepped out of my head,and stopped thinking so much about every little thing,because that's the time when I tend to take every innocent little remark or look,think about it till my face turns blue,and end up making it into something much worse than it was.You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5usPT29fI/AAAAAAAABsM/gnlL4XCsH6o/s1600-h/20090805183059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5usPT29fI/AAAAAAAABsM/gnlL4XCsH6o/s400/20090805183059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372353111802705394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am guilty of not taking these words to heart,when they are such wise words,they actually make me flinch.We all,no matter how we try to deny it,have a certain idea of what love is,and how it should be experienced or given.But the truth is,that is not always the way love really is,or how it will be for you.And just because the love you have with someone isn't what you always wanted or expected it to be (because of what you've seen in the movies,heard in songs,read in books,observed with your friends),doesn't mean that it is not an amazing,incredible love.We should learn to let go of our preconceived notions of things like love,and just appreciate the way it comes to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{I apologise for the ramblings,but these were thoughts that have been mulling around in my brain,and needed to get out}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5515724705125204954?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5515724705125204954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5515724705125204954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5515724705125204954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5515724705125204954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-to-live-by.html' title='words to live by'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/So5oILkVWQI/AAAAAAAABsE/NWY6UXmlOSY/s72-c/20090818185620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1769136253999417829</id><published>2009-08-06T10:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:00:18.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>I struck it lucky yesterday.My boss got someone else to fill in for my absent work colleague,and I am therefor back at my post.Which is totally awesome,since I've been having some Internet withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,the past 2 weeks have not been good.Money problems,extra work (another of my colleagues is now only working half day,so I have to fill in the rest of the day,as well as do my own work),and just basically feeling crappy,have all made me realise that I am not at all in the mood to start blogging again.Because,like a lot of other bloggers say,I don't want to be this totally negative,moody,irritating source of reading material.I want to be uplifting and fun,but I really don't feel that way at all.And to be honest,I don't know when I will feel better (maybe when the financial crap is sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way,I have decided to stop blogging,and just enjoy your blogs.Your adventures and often inspiring words help me feel better about myself,and hopefully,sometime very soon,I will feel like doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still comment every now and then (when the new busier work schedule allows) and will definitely keep on enjoying all your amazing blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1769136253999417829?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1769136253999417829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1769136253999417829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1769136253999417829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1769136253999417829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1149698038630555770</id><published>2009-07-24T09:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:13:06.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lclibs.org/annville/images/blog%20board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.lclibs.org/annville/images/blog%20board.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some rather bad news.Well,bad news for me,not so much for you.My boss told me yesterday that I will have to go to our other branch,since the manager there is going on a 3 month sabbatical,and I am the only person at work that they can afford to send down there to fill in.This is all very good and well,but there's one little problem - NO INTERNET.Yes,you read that right,NO INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other branch of ours is a very small part of the whole business,and doesn't use (or need) a lot of modern technology.So even though there is a computer there,it only has the basic programmes on it.I feel like I am going back in time to the Stone Age or something.I have to tell you,it's not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes,I will be leaving you all for a while,but will post whenever I can,which I'm guessing won't be a lot,since I also don't have a computer at home.Yes,I am one of the very few people who still don't have a home computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you all,and can't wait for this hell to be over (the hell that will officially start on Monday) - wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1149698038630555770?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1149698038630555770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1149698038630555770&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1149698038630555770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1149698038630555770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2197780958576401997</id><published>2009-07-23T15:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:12:37.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>- I hate my medical aid,because they won't let me change to a cheaper version,until freaking November,so this means I can't save a bit of money until then (the difference from the very expensive version I have now,would be enough,if saved up until December,so that I can buy a nice big fridge,and have some spending money left over).I hate medical aids.All of them.They suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tonight I'm making eggs on toast for dinner.Can you tell that I'm not in the mood to cook?(Also,there's absolutely no other food in the house than spaghetti and tomato sauce - so my options are limited,to say the least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am usually very lazy to do any work,and today (and the rest of the week) has been no exception.I have paperwork all around me,and absolutely no desire to pick any of it up and finish it.I do,however,have a very guilty feeling that lies over me all the time,about my laziness to work.Still,it hasn't forced me into action yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.daniellecorsetto.com/gws.html"&gt;'Girls with Slingshots' &lt;/a&gt;all day (see above: Too Lazy To Do Actual Work).It is still just as awesome as yesterday,and I'm dreading the point where I get caught up on all the back 'issues' and have to wait for new ones.Absolutely dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanted to know if people overseas (read:not in South Africa) also use &lt;a href="http://mxit.com"&gt;Mxit&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2197780958576401997?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2197780958576401997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2197780958576401997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2197780958576401997'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODM1NjU*NTI2MCZwdD*xMjQ4MzU2NTY1OTYzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1kYjZkMzVjNTY2YTk*N2ZjODU2NWY2MTJjMjYwMDU5MSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/friend quote/mary14686/sdfgsd.gif?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo249/mary14686/sdfgsd.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1735790638439578241?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1735790638439578241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1735790638439578241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1735790638439578241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1735790638439578241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1273846500089561792</id><published>2009-07-22T14:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:34:49.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I like</title><content type='html'>The comic,&lt;a href="http://daniellecorsetto.com/gws.html"&gt;Girls with Slingshots&lt;/a&gt;,by Danielle Corsetto,is total awesomeness.I started reading it this morning,and am now officially addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some samples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmcHGoKH5fI/AAAAAAAABrU/Vu012YZ0Hw8/s1600-h/GWS073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmcHGoKH5fI/AAAAAAAABrU/Vu012YZ0Hw8/s400/GWS073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361261691848353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmcHGdGc97I/AAAAAAAABrM/7wIh0YJHj-E/s1600-h/GWS024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmcHGdGc97I/AAAAAAAABrM/7wIh0YJHj-E/s400/GWS024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361261688880166834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1273846500089561792?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1273846500089561792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1273846500089561792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1273846500089561792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1273846500089561792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like.html' title='I like'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmcHGoKH5fI/AAAAAAAABrU/Vu012YZ0Hw8/s72-c/GWS073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7270859687488113407</id><published>2009-07-22T10:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:20:45.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ColorQuiz</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://scarlettwalk.blogspot.com/2009/07/colors.html"&gt;Cybeel's blog&lt;/a&gt;,and just had to do it,since I am a nut for all types of quizzes.It doesn't take a lot of time,and although I know it probably says the same things for everyone,a lot of the answers really were right about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3 bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt=ColorQuiz.com src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width=120 height=32&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Penny took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lives life to the fullest.  Has a high energy leve..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/results.php?code=f,3,0,5,2,6,4,7,1,7,3,5,4,6,1,2,7,0,5&amp;p=print&amp;name=Penny"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7270859687488113407?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7270859687488113407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7270859687488113407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7270859687488113407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7270859687488113407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorquiz.html' title='ColorQuiz'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2574918858366996914</id><published>2009-07-21T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:04:35.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmW8qn6e37I/AAAAAAAABqk/ZGU33_rcseg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmW8qn6e37I/AAAAAAAABqk/ZGU33_rcseg/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360898371909246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,this is where that saying 'being treated like a piece of meat' comes from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2574918858366996914?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2574918858366996914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2574918858366996914&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2574918858366996914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2574918858366996914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/nasty.html' title='Nasty'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmW8qn6e37I/AAAAAAAABqk/ZGU33_rcseg/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-804010797007387180</id><published>2009-07-21T14:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:32:14.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2000944/2109BeforeCropHighest_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 481px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2000944/2109BeforeCropHighest_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*not mine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,I need to have jaw surgery,IF I am up to it.The orthodontist basically said surgery is the only thing that can correct my bite the best,with braces for 2 years after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all good and well,but I am seriously doubting my medical fund will cover this,so it's all at the mercy of them.If they deny me,then I'll just have to go through life with my weak chin and weak jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because according to the orthodontist,I have a really weak chin that grew completely wrong.I felt kind of insulted,since I'd never even realised this,but I also remembered he was only saying it out of a medical standpoint.But still,I really didn't need something else,physical,to obsess about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-804010797007387180?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/804010797007387180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=804010797007387180&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/804010797007387180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/804010797007387180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/results.html' title='The results'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4734749610451334929</id><published>2009-07-20T08:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:59:14.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>- I know this is stupid,but since this whole swine flu thing started,I am scared to death of getting it.I now have a cold,and am constantly wondering whether it's actually the swine flu.Well,I hope not.Also,my nose is really irritating me,since it somehow feels like it's totally blocked,yet at the same time flowing like the rivers of Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to my follow-up appointment at the orthodontist today.We have to leave at about 2:30,since my appointment is at 5 and it's about a hour and a half's drive.It pisses me off so much that I'm basically having to go to this appointment,that is so far away,in order for him to tell me something that he could probably tell me over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My next door neighbour's mom died on Sunday morning.This is super depressing,as she is seriously the 5th person that I know (although not super well) that has died in the last 2 months or so.This would be no big deal,but my town is really,really small,so usually we have about 20 deaths a year.I'm hoping the quota is now filled for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We went out on Saturday night,for a few drinks and to play some pool.Don't know if I've told you this,but I LOVE PLAYING POOL.My sister and I are a formidable doubles team,and on Saturday night we totally kicked ass.We were unbeatable for the whole night,until we both got a little too tipsy to sufficiently concentrate on sinking the balls.Either way,we rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is going to be incredibly nice weather this week - nice and mild during the day,and cold at night,which is my favorite type of weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone in our 'apartment' building (there are only 4 apartments,lol) have now had their cats fixed (there are 4 cats,all ladies) and now I can finally sleep soundly without having to worry about little kittens popping up someday soon.This might sound really unimportant to some people,but it's amazingly good news for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend,who hates cleaning ANYTHING,not only cleaned out our living room yesterday,he also did the dishes,and made us a really good lunch.I don't know when the aliens came and took my boyfriend and put a clone in his place,but I think I kinda wana keep this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mom is back from vacation,which makes me super happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4734749610451334929?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/4734749610451334929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=4734749610451334929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4734749610451334929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4734749610451334929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-thoughts_20.html' title='Monday Thoughts'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7084364529133909466</id><published>2009-07-17T15:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:15:13.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>I don't know why people would want to do &lt;a href="http://www.declawing.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;,maybe they have their reasons.I just don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you've done it,don't mean to offend,but I find the practice really disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7084364529133909466?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7084364529133909466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7084364529133909466&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7084364529133909466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7084364529133909466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-151670135770991064</id><published>2009-07-17T14:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:21:35.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mindscapesonline.com/catalog/images/24kitty_puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 340&lt;br /&gt;px;" src="http://www.mindscapesonline.com/catalog/images/24kitty_puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily not me,but Barking Mad is a South African website that caters to animal lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Animal Rescue Site that's having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting free food donated every day to abused and neglected animals. It is such a quick thing to do,to go to their site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals for free'. This doesn't cost you a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the web site!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.barkingmad.co.za"&gt;Barking Mad  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you guys could possibly go click a few times,it would make my day.In fact,it would make my month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-151670135770991064?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/151670135770991064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=151670135770991064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/151670135770991064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/151670135770991064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/barking-mad.html' title='Barking Mad'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1003620968915724157</id><published>2009-07-17T10:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:35:22.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 78th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmA3bsb7EkI/AAAAAAAABqc/kaTTaUCXH6k/s1600-h/01012007127J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmA3bsb7EkI/AAAAAAAABqc/kaTTaUCXH6k/s400/01012007127J.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359344505495163458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmA3bSc2HEI/AAAAAAAABqU/RgBKDemtZpo/s1600-h/20090308105100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmA3bSc2HEI/AAAAAAAABqU/RgBKDemtZpo/s400/20090308105100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359344498519710786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my dad's 78th birthday.Although he died almost 2 years ago,I still feel like celebrating his birthday.Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sadness today.I really hope this workday goes by quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1003620968915724157?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1003620968915724157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1003620968915724157&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1003620968915724157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1003620968915724157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-78th.html' title='Happy 78th!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SmA3bsb7EkI/AAAAAAAABqc/kaTTaUCXH6k/s72-c/01012007127J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5541204933213204945</id><published>2009-07-16T12:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:15:28.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My idea of true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sl8FlYdyeVI/AAAAAAAABqE/PYcx9U64m6E/s1600-h/20090617202145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sl8FlYdyeVI/AAAAAAAABqE/PYcx9U64m6E/s400/20090617202145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359008221374871890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sl8Fk-u845I/AAAAAAAABp8/EHz4C0CyID4/s1600-h/20090623111007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sl8Fk-u845I/AAAAAAAABp8/EHz4C0CyID4/s400/20090623111007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359008214467535762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I've been thinking a lot about lately,is the subject of true love.What is true love?Is there such a thing as a 'soulmate'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 pictures above perfectly describe my idea of what true love is.I feel that there is no such thing as a soulmate,or at least not that a soulmate is necessarily your husband or wife.I also think that you can have lots of soulmates.People/animals that you are meant to meet or have in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me very sad when movies and books and tv shows put forth this unrealistic image of what real love is all about.It's not about having passionate sex in all these weird places or staring lovingly into each other's eyes while riding horses in a beautiful valley.No,real love is going through everyday life,all the bad things,good things and just plain boring things,and at the end of the day,being so grateful to have this person in your life,because they,in no matter how small a way,makes your life that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is fighting with that person,sometimes feeling as if you're crazy for being with them and not always being on speaking terms,but still loving them more than anything,and wanting to see them,even though you are mad at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,true love is different for every person,but I find love stories where people live their whole lives together,doing everyday things,to be the most romantic of love stories.I don't much care for those super charged love stories in the movies where the lovedup couple kill for each other because they love each other so much or are so passionate it makes the screen mist up,because in real life,it isn't always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care about this so much?Because I think the fact that lots of people expect every relationship to fullfil those unrealistic expectations created by movies,etc. causes them to not want to work at any relationship,because if you go by what the stories tell us,true love comes to you,and chooses you,and stays with you no matter what.No work required by you.Which we all know is total crappola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,tell me.&lt;strong&gt;What do you see as 'true love'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5541204933213204945?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5541204933213204945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5541204933213204945&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5541204933213204945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5541204933213204945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-idea-of-true-love.html' title='My idea of true love'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sl8FlYdyeVI/AAAAAAAABqE/PYcx9U64m6E/s72-c/20090617202145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-6192592535669401828</id><published>2009-07-15T14:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:32:10.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duties of wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Duties of Wives... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry had married a woman from Greece ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bragged that he had told his wife she needed to do all the dishes and housework. He said that it took a couple days but on the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes were all washed and put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie had married a woman from Italy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bragged that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. He told them that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man had married a South African girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He boasted that he told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, laundry and ironing twice a week, lawns mowed, windows cleaned and hot meals on the table for every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, just enough to fix himself a bite to eat, load the dishwasher, and call a handyman.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{That last one can basically count for 99.9% of the world's women,irrespective of where they live}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-6192592535669401828?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/6192592535669401828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=6192592535669401828&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6192592535669401828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6192592535669401828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/duties-of-wives.html' title='Duties of wives'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4027620065561265470</id><published>2009-07-14T16:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:22:37.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something nobody cares about</title><content type='html'>Ok,I know none of you probably watch (or watched) The Hills,but I've just seen new pictures of what is supposed to be Stephanie Pratt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To refresh your memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is as I know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyS_zbiXtI/AAAAAAAABpU/L8tAjKaYZFQ/s1600-h/1021-stephanie_pratt_makeup_bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyS_zbiXtI/AAAAAAAABpU/L8tAjKaYZFQ/s400/1021-stephanie_pratt_makeup_bd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319281499168466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyS_kxD3dI/AAAAAAAABpM/T0S5frYUhlM/s1600-h/6a00d8341c630a53ef00e553e02cef8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyS_kxD3dI/AAAAAAAABpM/T0S5frYUhlM/s400/6a00d8341c630a53ef00e553e02cef8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319277562912210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know,the female version of her suckass brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is (or what I am suspecting is an alien imposter...) a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyUeEfrKJI/AAAAAAAABps/CfLza6-LaZY/s1600-h/v72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyUeEfrKJI/AAAAAAAABps/CfLza6-LaZY/s400/v72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358320900987627666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supposedly having lunch with Kristin,shooting an episode of The Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyTlmpvmWI/AAAAAAAABpk/cCE9y1rX7zY/s1600-h/STEPH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyTlmpvmWI/AAAAAAAABpk/cCE9y1rX7zY/s400/STEPH2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319930904123746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyTlJFCWMI/AAAAAAAABpc/iOkPybl3ogA/s1600-h/STEPH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyTlJFCWMI/AAAAAAAABpc/iOkPybl3ogA/s400/STEPH1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319922965534914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It.is.not.the.same.person.Either these pictures were mismarked as Stephenie or something,I hope to all hell,because otherwise she has gone under the knife in a MAYJAH way.She's totally unrecognisable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is pretty meaningless,but tell me - do you think this is her,and if it is,do you agree she had LOTS of surgery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4027620065561265470?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/4027620065561265470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=4027620065561265470&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4027620065561265470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4027620065561265470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-nobody-cares-about.html' title='Something nobody cares about'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyS_zbiXtI/AAAAAAAABpU/L8tAjKaYZFQ/s72-c/1021-stephanie_pratt_makeup_bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7355373603829399906</id><published>2009-07-14T15:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:03:18.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Black cat superstition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyPu7iRBkI/AAAAAAAABpE/Lg2sniN2USs/s1600-h/dsfa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyPu7iRBkI/AAAAAAAABpE/Lg2sniN2USs/s400/dsfa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358315693082216002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of superstitions associated with cats, partly because cats have lived alongside humans for many many years. The cat was worshipped in Egypt and to kill one was considered a capital crime. When an Egyptian family's cat died, the cat was mummified and the family went into mourning. Romans also considered the cat sacred and introduced it into Europe. By the 17th Century, however, the cat began to be associated with witchcraft and it's luck turned from good to bad in many areas. A practice that became popular for a time was to burn cats and other animals on Shrove Tuesday (before the start of Lent), in order to protect one's home from fire and other bad things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitions revolving around the black cat are some of the most well-known and popular superstitions today. It is interesting, though, because the good or bad luck they possess is dependent on where you live in the world. In Britain and Japan, having a black cat cross your path, is considered good luck, whereas if you live in the USA or several European countries, it is bad luck to have a black cat walk by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck associated with black cats include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Possessing a black cat. &lt;br /&gt;* Having a black cat greet you at a door. &lt;br /&gt;* Having a black cat enter your home. &lt;br /&gt;* Meeting three black cats in succession. &lt;br /&gt;* Touching a black cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad luck associated with black cats include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meeting a black cat early in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;* Having a black cat turn its back on you. &lt;br /&gt;* Scaring or driving away a black cat from your property. &lt;br /&gt;* Walking under a ladder after a black cat has walked underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Got this off a site on the internet,but can't remember what the name was}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7355373603829399906?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7355373603829399906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7355373603829399906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7355373603829399906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7355373603829399906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-cat-superstition.html' title='Black cat superstition'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlyPu7iRBkI/AAAAAAAABpE/Lg2sniN2USs/s72-c/dsfa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-457218424104603653</id><published>2009-07-14T09:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:39:35.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You always want what you can't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brainsprouts.com/images/comma3.26.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 339px;" src="http://www.brainsprouts.com/images/comma3.26.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case,a shower!I got home last night,made dinner and washed the dishes,and settled in front of the tv.JC showered at 6:45,since he gets quite dirty after a days' work (he's a boilermaker/fitter),and always showers before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I don't.I shower at about 10pm,right before bedtime,since it's freezing cold at night now,and the nice warm shower warms me up before bed.At around 8,I hear the neighbours talking about water pipes and sure enough,when I got up to check the faucets,NO WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out a water pipe burst in the yard of a house that's about 6 houses down from us,but somehow this caused the entire block to be without water.Only in a small town,I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the small amount of water left in the kettle,I managed to brush my teeth last night and this morning,and at least wash the most essential parts of myself.Also,we couldn't flush the toilet at all last night,but this morning I just had to,since I don't really want the apartment to smell like a used diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know guys are supposed to like 'dirty' girls,but this is just ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-457218424104603653?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/457218424104603653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=457218424104603653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/457218424104603653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/457218424104603653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-always-want-what-you-cant-have.html' title='You always want what you can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7940624389896211002</id><published>2009-07-13T17:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:25:30.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend...</title><content type='html'>...was much better than my week was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a lot of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biltongstmarcus.co.uk/ekmps/shops/stmarcusfine/images/hunters-gold(1)%5Bekm%5D141x300%5Bekm%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.biltongstmarcus.co.uk/ekmps/shops/stmarcusfine/images/hunters-gold(1)%5Bekm%5D141x300%5Bekm%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://piotrj.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/coc-pizza-photo_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 419px;" src="http://piotrj.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/coc-pizza-photo_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this the throughout the weekend (nostalgia - I watched this in 6th grade the first time.I love me some Stephen King!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farmingdalelibrary.org/stand%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 471px; height: 471px;" src="http://www.farmingdalelibrary.org/stand%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cuddled with these two the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SltROMlS3ZI/AAAAAAAABo0/MKgqgaGPTCA/s1600-h/Junie+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SltROMlS3ZI/AAAAAAAABo0/MKgqgaGPTCA/s400/Junie+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965486025006482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,all in all,the perfect weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7940624389896211002?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7940624389896211002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7940624389896211002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7940624389896211002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7940624389896211002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend...'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SltROMlS3ZI/AAAAAAAABo0/MKgqgaGPTCA/s72-c/Junie+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7570216817149970751</id><published>2009-07-10T10:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:19:51.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie Downer,that's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/Debbie_Downer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/Debbie_Downer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,I'm being a downer,and I don't want to infect all the lovely people that might happen upon my blog (on purpose or by accident) so I will now love you and leave you,and see you after the weekend,after which I will hopefully be in a much better state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be me this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tintedglasses.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/couch_potato1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 409px; height: 288px;" src="http://tintedglasses.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/couch_potato1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7570216817149970751?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-935211667926448810</id><published>2009-07-09T09:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:44:53.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you,didn't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnLOPjMlI/AAAAAAAABm8/1ngzSdtw0wM/s1600-h/hsrth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnLOPjMlI/AAAAAAAABm8/1ngzSdtw0wM/s400/hsrth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356371143070790226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKro-KSI/AAAAAAAABm0/9PMgragx55s/s1600-h/dsaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKro-KSI/AAAAAAAABm0/9PMgragx55s/s400/dsaa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356371133782173986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKE7eMcI/AAAAAAAABms/tvD0ogcZeQQ/s1600-h/fa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKE7eMcI/AAAAAAAABms/tvD0ogcZeQQ/s400/fa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356371123390788034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKCK7TxI/AAAAAAAABmk/PKcfyK9TEgo/s1600-h/czxc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnKCK7TxI/AAAAAAAABmk/PKcfyK9TEgo/s400/czxc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356371122650304274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnJvpjSiI/AAAAAAAABmc/ho4xchOKCFs/s1600-h/cvxcv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlWnJvpjSiI/AAAAAAAABmc/ho4xchOKCFs/s400/cvxcv.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356371117678479906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't this little face remind you of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;- - - - &lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;- - &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlXJXYURXCI/AAAAAAAABnE/Tnw93PbAfFM/s1600-h/allerlei+in+des.2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlXJXYURXCI/AAAAAAAABnE/Tnw93PbAfFM/s400/allerlei+in+des.2008+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356408735328721954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-935211667926448810?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/935211667926448810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=935211667926448810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/935211667926448810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;{DISCLAIMER:Some semi- and fully foul language ahead.Do not proceed if this will bother you}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you guys ever have one of those days where everything,and everyone,irritates the shit out of you?I can't even try to use 'cleaner' language because I'm just so irrationally pissed off today that I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This morning started off with me discovering Cleo (neighbourkitty) in my lovely pot of catmint.I've been growing this stuff for about 2 months now,and it was looking awesome,but in about 10 minutes,that little white and ginger menace (who this whole time was absolute freaking clueless as to the existence of the catmint - even though she walks past it.every.single.day) sat her little scrawny but all over my little plants,and destroyed them.I am not happy about this,to say the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At my job,I help our accountant check invoices of different suppliers on the statements they send out every end of month.Well,this month,every bloody supplier seems to have decided that they are going to do their utmost best to make me want to slit my wrists.Anything that can be wrong on these statements,is wrong,and more.Delightful,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I checked our home post box before work this morning,and discovered the bill from the orthodontist I went to see last month.I will put the amount in dollars,since most of you guys aren't from South Africa.The bill is in the amount of +/-$170.Which doesn't sound much,but if your salary is only about $500 (obviously,this sounds worse,but we work in Rands,so it isn't as completely awful as it sounds.Sort of) it kinda gets to you.Well,the problem with this bill is,the freaking orthodontists' office should've put in the claim to my medical aid themselves.Instead,they send me the bill and now I have to try to get through to my medical aid,which is sort of like communicating with the dead.Fucking impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The one weekend I was planning to actually do something outside,in the sun,the weather is predicting rain,rain and more rain.The whole of Saturday and Sunday.But I don't trust the weathermen anyway,so let's hope they are full of bullshit as always,and that it is sunny and warmish the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that was my mini-vent for the day.As you have come to expect,LOLcats will soon follow to try and cheer my cranky ass up.They've got a tough job today,that I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE* The power was just off for 3 hours.Oh joy,my day is getting better and better - proceed to punch myself in the face - The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-539062365414925208?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2283901463858727885</id><published>2009-07-08T14:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:47:49.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Ok,you all know how much I love my Wednesday Weirdness,but the &lt;a href="http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-62.html"&gt;questions this week &lt;/a&gt;is all about swapping partners and the like,and for me,that's just a little TOO weird.Not to offend any of you swapping partners out there,but that type of lifestyle is one of the few things that I just really don't agree with or like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that's your type of thang,&lt;a href="http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-62.html"&gt;go check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Weirdness'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5381556379889869943</id><published>2009-07-07T16:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:16:54.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Visit this &lt;a href="http://dontjudgemyhair.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only do yourself one favor this week,it HAS to be that you visit this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blown away by the gorgeousness,awesomeness and just general incredibleness of what I saw on that site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXviJBqQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/JEofHXfTsTA/s1600-h/djmh-twodollarweave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXviJBqQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/JEofHXfTsTA/s400/djmh-twodollarweave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720856003782914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An incredible double-whammy.Barbie doll hair,weaved onto the heads of grill-wearing,ugly-tattooed white trash chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXvTm4X3I/AAAAAAAABlI/b5OXcKXe4nc/s1600-h/djmh-mulletfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXvTm4X3I/AAAAAAAABlI/b5OXcKXe4nc/s400/djmh-mulletfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720852102471538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there's one thing that beats a guy with a mullet,it's a WHOLE FAMILY OF MULLETS.In the wise words of &lt;a href="http://livitluvit.com"&gt;Lilu &lt;/a&gt;,AWESOMESAUCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXvCPkmvI/AAAAAAAABlA/uQ2tK0MVYVM/s1600-h/djmh-halfhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXvCPkmvI/AAAAAAAABlA/uQ2tK0MVYVM/s400/djmh-halfhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720847441304306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last,but by no means least - the ultimate mullet.Shaven in front,and super long and ratty in the back.I get chills down my back observing this.It truly is astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I complain of a bad hair day.This I solemnly promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5381556379889869943?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5381556379889869943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5381556379889869943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5381556379889869943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5381556379889869943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SlNXviJBqQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/JEofHXfTsTA/s72-c/djmh-twodollarweave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5091924557496882373</id><published>2009-07-07T12:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:34:13.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myczechdiary.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/freezing-399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 452px;" src="http://myczechdiary.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/freezing-399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why,but I am freezing today!It was really misty until about 11 this morning,and that made it really cold.And since I'm freezing I can't seem to think of anything to tell you guys.Well,not anything really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be something happening for JC and I,in the near future,that could make life a lot easier for us,well,for me at least.But I'm too paranoid to even talk about it since I believe if I talk about it,I will jinx it,so yeah,I'm gona stop talking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a dumbass.I've forgotten my apartment keys for 2 days straight,and this sucks so bad,because I have to sit outside and wait for JC to get home,which is usually around 6:30 or 7 (I finish work at 5:30).That would be fine if it were summer,because it would still be like day at that time,and warm outside.However,it's winter,and I don't enjoy sitting in the dark,freezing my nipples off.That tends to make me very cranky,very cranky indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out our neighbour is staying on in his apartment,and I'm actually really happy,since I like all the people living there now,and I'm really not in the mood to move (even if it is only next door).Can you tell I'm super lazy?Yeah,I'm not Superbad,I'm Superlazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday,which is halfway through the week,which blows my mind,since I still feel stuck in Monday.Also,I'm going to have a mini-meltdown if there aren't new Wednesday Weirdness questions up tomorrow.I need my embarrassing-questions-fix,STAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5091924557496882373?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5091924557496882373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5091924557496882373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5091924557496882373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5091924557496882373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/freezing.html' title='Freezing!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-9090463404174158941</id><published>2009-07-06T08:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:50:55.477+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/09/05/marley-and-me-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 674px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/09/05/marley-and-me-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now I don't know what you all thought of the movie,and I know I am wayyyy late in watching it,but JC and I watched 'Marley &amp; Me' yesterday,and I really really liked it.It was one of Owen Wilson's best movies in my mind,since he was funny,but not as ridiculous as he can sometimes get.Even Jennifer Aniston was cute in it.But obviously the star of the whole thing is Marley (and the 22,yes 22,dogs that played his part).My mom's neighbour lady had to have her 18 year old labrador,Goldie,put to rest a few months back,and I bawled my eyes out,seeing the same thing happen to Marley.Even JC had tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onto less serious matters.I did my laundry on Friday night,which made me not have much to do on Saturday morning (usually I do laundry on Saturday.The whole day,since my washing machine is a sadistic asshole).Anyway,JC had to work on Saturday,so I was alone at home the whole day.Extreme boredom.I am so used to having JC with me all day Saturday,that when he wasn't there,I automatically started to miss him and not have anything to do with myself.So I cleaned a bit,watched a bit of tv,until my sister and her boyfriend eventually came over for drinks.Well,a few drinks turned into plenty,and let's just say I had more than my fair share.But by the time I got home at 2am,I was nearly completely sober again,and I just fell into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I made a very specialized (ie.poorman's) pizza on Saturday.It came out so well that after having the leftovers on Sunday morning,I made another pizza,exactly like the first,for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JC made us steak for dinner,and I made mashed potatoes.I am not a fan of steak at all,and we had no sauce to make it in.But we made a plan out of what was available (brown onion soup powder and apricot jam) and made a really good sauce.It ended up being the best steak I've ever eaten.JC was very pleased with himself.Deservedly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Like I've said before,the apartment we live in is part of a house that as turned into 4 apartments (1 x bachelors' apartment,1 x 1-bedroom apartment and 2 x 2-bedroom apartments).Well,we are considering moving into the one 2-bedroom apartment,if the man living there moves out (his wife died on Friday).I know it's really premature even thinking about it,and I don't even know if we can afford it yet.And I really love our tiny little apartment,but the truth is,I would love that one extra room.To put all my extra crap in,all the crap that I now somehow store in all the little spaces that our apartment has to offer.But this makes the place look much more untidy than it really is,so an extra room would be an awesome storage space.Please pray it all works out (not just for us,but for our poor neighbour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am very happy about work this week,since my nemesis (otherwise know as the receptionist) is away on another holiday this week.This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,even though I have to answer the phone the whole time now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-9090463404174158941?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5556956944340043684</id><published>2009-07-03T10:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:50:20.277+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Some decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3URQWzoNI/AAAAAAAABj8/o_NsN-YhKTc/s1600-h/20090509212926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3URQWzoNI/AAAAAAAABj8/o_NsN-YhKTc/s400/20090509212926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354168924926877906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3URK4QChI/AAAAAAAABj0/iUMxSfm5n8I/s1600-h/20090614205352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3URK4QChI/AAAAAAAABj0/iUMxSfm5n8I/s400/20090614205352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354168923456539154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3UQ5kL27I/AAAAAAAABjs/onegel0TJ_I/s1600-h/20090419114929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3UQ5kL27I/AAAAAAAABjs/onegel0TJ_I/s400/20090419114929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354168918808976306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't trolled for nice decor pictures in a while,and yesterday I came upon a few ones that made me salivate.They mostly feature cozy beds and livingrooms with nice reading spots,because these are all things I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FQG5VtrI/AAAAAAAABjk/vkgw9p43Mxw/s1600-h/20080407095433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FQG5VtrI/AAAAAAAABjk/vkgw9p43Mxw/s400/20080407095433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152412533077682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FP7thbQI/AAAAAAAABjc/pWh0zg-GZsw/s1600-h/20090424232141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FP7thbQI/AAAAAAAABjc/pWh0zg-GZsw/s400/20090424232141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152409530723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FPm7dTBI/AAAAAAAABjU/ts-f-nTMolY/s1600-h/20090615172505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FPm7dTBI/AAAAAAAABjU/ts-f-nTMolY/s400/20090615172505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152403952028690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FPYfzZJI/AAAAAAAABjM/HDOe20dfquA/s1600-h/20081112132831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FPYfzZJI/AAAAAAAABjM/HDOe20dfquA/s400/20081112132831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152400077939858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FO_loj_I/AAAAAAAABjE/NquJ-iZb0QA/s1600-h/20080701194007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3FO_loj_I/AAAAAAAABjE/NquJ-iZb0QA/s400/20080701194007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152393391509490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh,so to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com"&gt;Weheartit&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5556956944340043684?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5556956944340043684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5556956944340043684&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5556956944340043684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5556956944340043684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-decor.html' title='Some decor'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3URQWzoNI/AAAAAAAABj8/o_NsN-YhKTc/s72-c/20090509212926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1145057559950358383</id><published>2009-07-03T10:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:42:28.994+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3D67Mga6I/AAAAAAAABi8/oaQ_AcJOBXk/s1600-h/jacques+se+bday+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3D67Mga6I/AAAAAAAABi8/oaQ_AcJOBXk/s400/jacques+se+bday+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354150949103365026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that little tattoo?That's one of my favorite spots to kiss,ever,in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1145057559950358383?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1145057559950358383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1145057559950358383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1145057559950358383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1145057559950358383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-kiss.html' title='To kiss'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sk3D67Mga6I/AAAAAAAABi8/oaQ_AcJOBXk/s72-c/jacques+se+bday+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-6892697008172113759</id><published>2009-07-02T16:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:55:35.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkzKLWz9_1I/AAAAAAAABi0/I4SyJGEsZgQ/s1600-h/20090607223240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkzKLWz9_1I/AAAAAAAABi0/I4SyJGEsZgQ/s400/20090607223240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353876353487601490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,continuing on the subject of dreams,I wanted to tell you guys that I have been dreaming like mad this week.Like those types of dreams where you are so involved in what's happening that even though you know you're dreaming,you take things very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night I had this ultra weird dream that I was at my mom's house,with a bunch of strange people.There's this girl who lives in one of the rooms and she has the most amazing make up,jewellery,clothes,dvd's,books,etc.So she goes out,and all of a sudden I start rumbling through her stuff,and taking whatever I think looks cool.The girl comes back and says no,it's fine,she put all that stuff there for me to take what I want,so I don't have to worry that she'll be mad.At the end,my sister comes in and says she was playing on a slot machine and won 2 million dollars.Not rand,which is our currency,but dollars.Which is about 30 million rand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when my boyfriends' alarm went off,and as I woke up,I kept saying no way,I can't be having to get up already,because I haven't slept at all.It seriously felt like I hadn't slept,that's how engrossing the dream was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you guys remember what you dream about,or are you one of those people who have dreamless sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-6892697008172113759?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/6892697008172113759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=6892697008172113759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6892697008172113759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/6892697008172113759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-take-two.html' title='Dreams Take Two'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkzKLWz9_1I/AAAAAAAABi0/I4SyJGEsZgQ/s72-c/20090607223240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2713498996219333869</id><published>2009-07-02T12:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:29:23.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>For some unexplainable reason,I dreamt of this man last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/9VpujX6s3rOBCBl5EUesNMTZWijLwa*40t00nBK6BwcRZtVfnF6ly*oTaqSvq33eg7rILg1B6iOPxcJsCb80bw5cD9DNlzKj/normal_promo06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/9VpujX6s3rOBCBl5EUesNMTZWijLwa*40t00nBK6BwcRZtVfnF6ly*oTaqSvq33eg7rILg1B6iOPxcJsCb80bw5cD9DNlzKj/normal_promo06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3371682158_91bcaacd84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 471px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3371682158_91bcaacd84.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is by no means my favorite actor out of Twilight,so how the hell he ended up being the object of my affection in my very exciting dream,only my subconscious can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey,I'm not complaining.As far as dream hunks go,he's definitely not bad.Not bad at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2713498996219333869?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2713498996219333869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2713498996219333869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2713498996219333869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2713498996219333869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3371682158_91bcaacd84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1173252091752329749</id><published>2009-07-01T12:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:55:13.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I still need some laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/30/funny-pictures-in-to-play/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_4482682" title="funny-pictures-cat-wants-to-invite-friends-over" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/funny-pictures-cat-wants-to-invite-friends-over.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/30/funny-pictures-to-reportz-a-hungrie/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_4471552" title="funny-pictures-cat-reports-that-he-is-hungry" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/funny-pictures-cat-reports-that-he-is-hungry1.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/28/funny-pictures-be-eaten-separately/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2790250" title="funny-pictures-kitten-eats-fingers" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/12/funny-pictures-kitten-eats-fingers.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/26/funny-pictures-ta-chase-birdies-again/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_4440445" title="funny-pictures-bird-hypnotizes-cat" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/funny-pictures-bird-hypnotizes-cat.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/06/26/funny-pictures-kitten-who-has-add/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_4435620" title="funny-pictures-one-kitten-has-add" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/funny-pictures-one-kitten-has-add.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1173252091752329749?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1173252091752329749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1173252091752329749&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1173252091752329749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1173252091752329749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-still-need-some-laughs.html' title='I still need some laughs'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-678265873801542254</id><published>2009-07-01T12:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:27:38.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Single ladies - South African style</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHvM0dDVmto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHvM0dDVmto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a South African ad for Vodacom,one of our cell providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think this is one of the best Single Ladies spoofs out there,because of that extra little South African flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you think this is just as cute as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I just LOVE the main guy's one-piece 'swimsuit' with cut-off jeans ensemble.Too excellent}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-678265873801542254?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/678265873801542254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=678265873801542254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/678265873801542254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/678265873801542254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/single-ladies-south-african-style.html' title='Single ladies - South African style'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3696043021203740514</id><published>2009-07-01T11:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:47:08.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SJP and twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SksvZq52-0I/AAAAAAAABis/DAimTi0bc5M/s1600-h/sjptwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SksvZq52-0I/AAAAAAAABis/DAimTi0bc5M/s400/sjptwins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353424700120169282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lot of Sex and the City fans (that is one show I can watch over and over and over again,and then?Watch some more!),I'm a Sarah Jessica Parker fan,and have always thought she was stylish,sophisticated and just plain adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was quite sad that gossip sites kept reporting that she and her husband,Ferris Bueller,sorry Matthew Broderick,have marital problems and that he's cheating and what have you.And when I heard they were expecting twins by a surrogate,I kind of cringed,because everyone knows that no amount of babies can glue back a broken relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this picture just looks so sweet to me!Matthew looks genuinely ecstatic to have these two little girls,and Sarah looks gorgeous as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one who looks kinda pissed off,is James Wilkie,their son.He looks like he might go Chucky on the twins.Here's hoping that's just a bad picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.I'm really glad they cut his hair,because he was starting to look like some kind of homeless midget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3696043021203740514?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3696043021203740514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3696043021203740514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3696043021203740514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3696043021203740514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/sjp-and-twins.html' title='SJP and twins'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SksvZq52-0I/AAAAAAAABis/DAimTi0bc5M/s72-c/sjptwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3437744086276708852</id><published>2009-07-01T11:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:41:30.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sksuypu94OI/AAAAAAAABik/vKUObdglnQE/s1600-h/gallery_enlarged-0625_josh_duhamel_perez_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sksuypu94OI/AAAAAAAABik/vKUObdglnQE/s400/gallery_enlarged-0625_josh_duhamel_perez_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353424029791150306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some eyecandy,and this guy?Well,he's about as cavity-enducing as guys come.I'm not a big fan of his voice (don't ask me why,something about it just kind of bugs me) but I mean,if you have a face like this,you could be mute,and nobody would even realise.At least the women wouldn't notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3437744086276708852?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3437744086276708852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3437744086276708852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3437744086276708852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3437744086276708852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooh-baby.html' title='Ooh baby'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sksuypu94OI/AAAAAAAABik/vKUObdglnQE/s72-c/gallery_enlarged-0625_josh_duhamel_perez_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-444797180483324623</id><published>2009-07-01T07:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:49:11.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Canine Commandments</title><content type='html'>I got this sent to me in an email this morning,so at 7:30 in the am,I was already crying at work.Thank goodness I don't wear lots of eye makeup,or it would've been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/rufus_chocolate_labrador_01.jpg_w450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 498px;" src="http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/rufus_chocolate_labrador_01.jpg_w450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Canine Commandments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation&lt;br /&gt;from you will be painful to me. Remember that before&lt;br /&gt;you buy me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me. It’s crucial to my well-being.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dont be angry with me for long, and don’t lock me up&lt;br /&gt;as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;and your friends. I only have you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your&lt;br /&gt;words, I understand your voice when it’s speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be aware that however you treat me, I’ll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Remember before you hit me: I have teeth that could&lt;br /&gt;easily crush the bones of your hand, but I choose not to&lt;br /&gt;bite you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you scold me for being un-cooperative, obstinate&lt;br /&gt;or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering&lt;br /&gt;me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, or I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and&lt;br /&gt;weak.&lt;br /&gt;9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I can’t&lt;br /&gt;bear to watch it”, or “Let it happen in my absence.”&lt;br /&gt;Everything is easier for me if you are there.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Although this is the canine commandments,I feel like this counts for any and all types of pets.Us humans were put on earth to take care of these beings,and some of us do a bangup job,but unfortunately there are just as many who took this responsibility and flushed it down the toilet.Let's all do our best for the critters of the world - they are much more important than flashy cars or the latest hi tech gadget}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-444797180483324623?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/444797180483324623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=444797180483324623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/444797180483324623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/444797180483324623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-canine-commandments.html' title='The 10 Canine Commandments'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1792628365732499391</id><published>2009-06-30T16:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:25:12.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Google this</title><content type='html'>For the first time since I put Google Analytics on my blog,did I go to check the words/phrases people googled,and mysteriously ended up at my blog.Here is all 53,and some of my thoughts on them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. samaire armstrong   &lt;br /&gt;2. penny thoughts   &lt;br /&gt;3. friendless loser   (uhm,is it that obvious!?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. jack signalman    &lt;br /&gt;5. james dean   &lt;br /&gt;6. "blk sonshine" 2009    &lt;br /&gt;7. "braceface"   (I might quite possibly be,yes)&lt;br /&gt;8. "braces " "orthodontist" site:blogspot.com   &lt;br /&gt;9. "number of sexual partners"   (since I hardly ever even mention the word sex,I don't really know how this one happened)&lt;br /&gt;10. "untamed heart" slater  &lt;br /&gt;11. 109 degrees fahrenheit    &lt;br /&gt;12. 109 fahrenheit   &lt;br /&gt;13. a penny for thoughts &lt;br /&gt;14. a penny of thoughts    &lt;br /&gt;15. audrey tautou  &lt;br /&gt;16. baby you light my fire    &lt;br /&gt;17. braces    &lt;br /&gt;18. can auburn haired people tan   (they can,but they really shouldn't)&lt;br /&gt;19. cause you are the one who thought me you are my fire   (right back at you man)&lt;br /&gt;20. come into the light carol-anne    (yes,Carol-Anne,come in,it's dark out there) &lt;br /&gt;21. cut my hair short june 2009    (as opposed to cutting it 'long'?)&lt;br /&gt;22. fake fireplace for the bathroom     (my ultimate dream)&lt;br /&gt;23. female mom mudwrestlers      (because obviously they have to be moms.again,no singles allowed)&lt;br /&gt;24. funeral home worst job    (quite obviously)&lt;br /&gt;25. garrett hedlund    (yes please!)&lt;br /&gt;26. gymnast yout pussy     (I don't even wana know what this person had in mind)&lt;br /&gt;27. honesty     (always the best policy)&lt;br /&gt;28. houseswap.ie   &lt;br /&gt;29. how to tan naturally      &lt;br /&gt;30. i need some candy      (I'm female...I always need candy)&lt;br /&gt;31. ibbb   &lt;br /&gt;32. is miko hughes a midget     (I don't know,ask him)&lt;br /&gt;33. jello wrestling   &lt;br /&gt;34. jessica beil without makeup    &lt;br /&gt;35. jessica biel    &lt;br /&gt;36. large ladyboys pennys      (I like'm large,what can I say)&lt;br /&gt;37. lolcats    &lt;br /&gt;38. mud wrestling college    &lt;br /&gt;39. my thoughts love  &lt;br /&gt;40. penny opposition  &lt;br /&gt;41. penny sasko   &lt;br /&gt;42. persuade him to crossdress    (I mean,who wouldn't want to do it?)&lt;br /&gt;43. phrg.for-fan.org    &lt;br /&gt;44. s m s s e x      (none for me,thanks)&lt;br /&gt;45. sick and tired of everyone having tanned skin    (Damn right I am)&lt;br /&gt;46. things that are 109 degrees fahrenheit    (Jacob Black *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;47. thoughts the worst jobs  &lt;br /&gt;48. thoughts-pacience &lt;br /&gt;49. tweety  &lt;br /&gt;50. unnecessarily jealous     (have you been talking to my boyfriend?)&lt;br /&gt;51. worst jobs in the world boring   &lt;br /&gt;52. www.houseswap.ie   &lt;br /&gt;53. you are my fire 2009    (why thank you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1792628365732499391?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1792628365732499391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1792628365732499391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1792628365732499391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1792628365732499391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-this.html' title='Google this'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1985994670738197032</id><published>2009-06-30T15:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:39:32.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVPIYx-cI/AAAAAAAABic/hKXx8ArV-jM/s1600-h/dfadfa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVPIYx-cI/AAAAAAAABic/hKXx8ArV-jM/s400/dfadfa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114456776899010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOjKB74I/AAAAAAAABiU/lp-jUmDa4YM/s1600-h/cxvbz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOjKB74I/AAAAAAAABiU/lp-jUmDa4YM/s400/cxvbz.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114446782918530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOYGtekI/AAAAAAAABiM/LePFfqLUzRo/s1600-h/bnx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOYGtekI/AAAAAAAABiM/LePFfqLUzRo/s400/bnx.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114443816204866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOPCfk0I/AAAAAAAABiE/W9cU0TgSigc/s1600-h/cvbcvb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVOPCfk0I/AAAAAAAABiE/W9cU0TgSigc/s400/cvbcvb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114441382597442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVN8opdkI/AAAAAAAABh8/7fHwIi5g9NM/s1600-h/zcv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVN8opdkI/AAAAAAAABh8/7fHwIi5g9NM/s400/zcv.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114436442355266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Although I adore the cold weather,I do not adore my freezing fingers and toes.Nothing can warm them up,and I once heard that you shouldn't just abruptly put your cold digits under warm water.Don't remember why not,but to this day,I don't warm up my fingers by running warm water over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When it's winter,I have this constant craving for warm,doughy (aka fattening) foods like pizza and pies.This does not bode well for my allready ample waist and ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mom is going away to visit my sister and then my aunt,and I'm going to miss her (and her lunches) a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I only got my salary on Friday,and I'm already pretty broke,trying to think of ways to not spend money,while not completely locking myself in a dark room,dying of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being a grown up sucks.Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1985994670738197032?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1985994670738197032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1985994670738197032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1985994670738197032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1985994670738197032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-thoughts_30.html' title='Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkoVPIYx-cI/AAAAAAAABic/hKXx8ArV-jM/s72-c/dfadfa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-642640883677499038</id><published>2009-06-29T14:16:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:45:31.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some celeb make up looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiyQLLYqDI/AAAAAAAABhc/W4PydmMJPBE/s1600-h/r9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiyQLLYqDI/AAAAAAAABhc/W4PydmMJPBE/s400/r9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352724148078028850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,there is so much wrong with Lindsay Lohan,but really?Blotchy fake tan?Horribly applied make up?Fluorescant pink nail polish,that looks like it was last worn in 1985?And this is only a picture of her top half.I couldn't bring myself to put a picture of her shoes,since they are so disgusting,and SO not suitable for her outfit,that I thought they might leave you all blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Skiz5p9MdFI/AAAAAAAABhk/RKLLzGmBkCE/s1600-h/x123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Skiz5p9MdFI/AAAAAAAABhk/RKLLzGmBkCE/s400/x123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352725960226272338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kardashian,although basically know for nothing more than once being a Paris BFF and her nasty sex tape,is a very pretty girl.Even without any make up,she is really naturally gorgeous.So why does she feel the need to plaster herself with warpaint like this?Make up is supposed to enhance your looks,not turn you into one of the ghosts on 'Thirteen Ghosts'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Ski0xrtXHpI/AAAAAAAABhs/wwGeKzAW8Zo/s1600-h/v22-600x747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Ski0xrtXHpI/AAAAAAAABhs/wwGeKzAW8Zo/s400/v22-600x747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726922769407634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys,but this seriously looks like perfection to me.There's just enough of everything to make her look even prettier than she already is,and the hair.Oh dear lord,the hair.I want bangs like that,but the only way that will happen is if I actually sell my soul to the Devil.So yeah,it's not ever gona happen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Ski23i9ySiI/AAAAAAAABh0/E8QIrsIKGBI/s1600-h/w314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Ski23i9ySiI/AAAAAAAABh0/E8QIrsIKGBI/s400/w314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729222524848674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I don't like Kristin Cavallari.At.all.She irritates the crap out of me.But the girl gives good face,that I have to admit.Bitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-642640883677499038?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/642640883677499038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=642640883677499038&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/642640883677499038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/642640883677499038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-celeb-make-up-looks.html' title='Some celeb make up looks'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiyQLLYqDI/AAAAAAAABhc/W4PydmMJPBE/s72-c/r9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2268742702847695954</id><published>2009-06-29T14:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:16:42.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiwDFXFECI/AAAAAAAABhU/qgTApY0f30A/s1600-h/ase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiwDFXFECI/AAAAAAAABhU/qgTApY0f30A/s400/ase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352721724154908706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be really hard being nice to everyone,especially when you're in a really shitty mood,and your day feels like a special little gift from Hell,but I think this is a good way to think about meeting new people.Maybe it will give us the incentive to treat everyone like decent human beings,no matter how we feel about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2268742702847695954?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2268742702847695954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2268742702847695954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2268742702847695954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/2268742702847695954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkiwDFXFECI/AAAAAAAABhU/qgTApY0f30A/s72-c/ase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-86952450360183556</id><published>2009-06-28T01:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:57:40.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya and JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkVEVK_LI7I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvEx8gQNCIo/s1600-h/Image058-760788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkVEVK_LI7I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvEx8gQNCIo/s320/Image058-760788.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351758862716969906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Makeshift bed in front of the tv,and Maya keeping JC&amp;#39;s legs warm,since it&amp;#39;s FREEZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-86952450360183556?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkVEVK_LI7I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvEx8gQNCIo/s72-c/Image058-760788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8241526869002653976</id><published>2009-06-26T16:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:09:02.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>I am so upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my little digital camera has,with no warning,no anything,died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really devastated,since he was only a little over a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate technology,it always breaks my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8241526869002653976?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8241526869002653976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8241526869002653976&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8241526869002653976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8241526869002653976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3043520375475921033</id><published>2009-06-26T12:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:44:37.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Postcard Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTejNaPAeI/AAAAAAAABg0/cax5W-9uJEk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTejNaPAeI/AAAAAAAABg0/cax5W-9uJEk/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351646953699475938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTei-zHGGI/AAAAAAAABgs/fdVY_qIOejA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTei-zHGGI/AAAAAAAABgs/fdVY_qIOejA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351646949777283170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofleetid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leetid &lt;/a&gt; started a &lt;em&gt;Postcard Journal&lt;/em&gt;,where the same journal goes to different bloggers,all over the world,and ever one puts in a postcard of the town they live in,and some details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my entry,and now I want to know if any of you wonderful people would like to take part in the next leg of the Postcard Journal's Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do,email me at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts4pennies@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will randomly choose who goes next.Then I'll let you know,and you can give me your deets so I can send the Journal on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all want to take part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3043520375475921033?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3043520375475921033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3043520375475921033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3043520375475921033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3043520375475921033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/postcard-journal.html' title='The Postcard Journal'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTejNaPAeI/AAAAAAAABg0/cax5W-9uJEk/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-5831841780608897842</id><published>2009-06-26T08:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:58:20.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>I finished the Twilight series!It took me a while (where other people professed to finishing all 4 books in like,3 days),but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2cP3pQI/AAAAAAAABgM/gcK6gi_7RQg/s1600-h/twilight-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2cP3pQI/AAAAAAAABgM/gcK6gi_7RQg/s400/twilight-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351525238309364994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2QAoY5I/AAAAAAAABgU/Utbnkm0sUrA/s1600-h/newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2QAoY5I/AAAAAAAABgU/Utbnkm0sUrA/s400/newmoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351525235024225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2qZVjyI/AAAAAAAABgc/jzwyKoRU-1s/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2qZVjyI/AAAAAAAABgc/jzwyKoRU-1s/s400/eclipse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351525242107170594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv3CpZhWI/AAAAAAAABgk/UXVW8--G9Bc/s1600-h/BreakingDawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv3CpZhWI/AAAAAAAABgk/UXVW8--G9Bc/s400/BreakingDawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351525248616990050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see all of these on the big screen,especially Breaking Dawn.Must admit,the story went a totally different way than I'd imagined,but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of the books was your favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say,mine was Breaking Dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-5831841780608897842?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/5831841780608897842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=5831841780608897842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5831841780608897842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/5831841780608897842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRv2cP3pQI/AAAAAAAABgM/gcK6gi_7RQg/s72-c/twilight-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3510999235027757077</id><published>2009-06-26T08:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:48:21.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more water pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTffEHJzaI/AAAAAAAABhE/_VqjaxFrvpQ/s1600-h/4947_96760913860_573283860_2102284_1453193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTffEHJzaI/AAAAAAAABhE/_VqjaxFrvpQ/s400/4947_96760913860_573283860_2102284_1453193_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351647981995675042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTffFW85TI/AAAAAAAABg8/GSpD94O5Rhs/s1600-h/4947_96436163860_573283860_2097678_2201746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTffFW85TI/AAAAAAAABg8/GSpD94O5Rhs/s400/4947_96436163860_573283860_2097678_2201746_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351647982330373426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuYXbMGxI/AAAAAAAABgE/FM-HucuQ2s4/s1600-h/4984_213236150152_642095152_7576326_716629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuYXbMGxI/AAAAAAAABgE/FM-HucuQ2s4/s400/4984_213236150152_642095152_7576326_716629_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351523622106962706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuYD0PLYI/AAAAAAAABf8/0hC95qPp4rs/s1600-h/4984_213236145152_642095152_7576325_4746432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuYD0PLYI/AAAAAAAABf8/0hC95qPp4rs/s400/4984_213236145152_642095152_7576325_4746432_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351523616843312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuXxvrt1I/AAAAAAAABf0/th5-J8tp0dg/s1600-h/4984_213236125152_642095152_7576322_6126814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkRuXxvrt1I/AAAAAAAABf0/th5-J8tp0dg/s400/4984_213236125152_642095152_7576322_6126814_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351523611992373074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of water,everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3510999235027757077?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3510999235027757077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3510999235027757077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3510999235027757077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3510999235027757077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-more-water-pictures.html' title='Some more water pictures'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkTffEHJzaI/AAAAAAAABhE/_VqjaxFrvpQ/s72-c/4947_96760913860_573283860_2102284_1453193_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3746041121245235921</id><published>2009-06-25T10:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:54:32.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining,and not men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6aGwc8LI/AAAAAAAABfs/vZ5b0YV7hiw/s1600-h/J+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6aGwc8LI/AAAAAAAABfs/vZ5b0YV7hiw/s400/J+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185002411126962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6Z46EXbI/AAAAAAAABfk/YcTdhyKcS5s/s1600-h/J+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6Z46EXbI/AAAAAAAABfk/YcTdhyKcS5s/s400/J+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351184998693363122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6ZmtYgeI/AAAAAAAABfc/8julki4hopI/s1600-h/J+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6ZmtYgeI/AAAAAAAABfc/8julki4hopI/s400/J+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351184993808318946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6ZdWSmHI/AAAAAAAABfU/dHBzA8HFgUM/s1600-h/J+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6ZdWSmHI/AAAAAAAABfU/dHBzA8HFgUM/s400/J+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351184991295543410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining like hell the past 2 days,and this morning,the above is what the river that runs alongside our town,looks like.In the middle of the pictures,where those bushes are,is where the river bank started,now the water has gone way over that - the river is officially more than twice it's normal width today.Our town's caravan park has already flooded,as well as the golf course,but luckily it probably won't go any further.Hopefully the bridge that one has to cross to get in and out of town,holds up and doesn't flood like it did last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3746041121245235921?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3746041121245235921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3746041121245235921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3746041121245235921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3746041121245235921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-rainingand-not-men.html' title='It&apos;s raining,and not men'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkM6aGwc8LI/AAAAAAAABfs/vZ5b0YV7hiw/s72-c/J+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8112149448526946439</id><published>2009-06-24T09:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:44:00.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A room with a view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkHX23NZzhI/AAAAAAAABfE/t1zAV-5IiE0/s1600-h/1538454520_53664e65c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkHX23NZzhI/AAAAAAAABfE/t1zAV-5IiE0/s400/1538454520_53664e65c7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350795169825934866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a view like this,every morning when I wake up.Okay?Thanks.Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8112149448526946439?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8112149448526946439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8112149448526946439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8112149448526946439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8112149448526946439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/room-with-view.html' title='A room with a view'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkHX23NZzhI/AAAAAAAABfE/t1zAV-5IiE0/s72-c/1538454520_53664e65c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8079488748036333003</id><published>2009-06-24T09:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:40:03.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I missed last weeks' questions,so here they are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Do you/Did you ever have a piggy bank shaped like a pig? What do you keep your spare change in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I did,a big green paper maché one.Unfortunately I never actually put money in there,so it just ended up collecting dust.I now keep my spare change in a holder with the following slogan "Beer Drinking Fund".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Be honest. Have you ever stolen anything before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I once stole 2 magazines from a drug store in town.Of course,I was cought.I'm not a good thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Would it be more awkward to be walked in on during sex by your parents or your children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents,because with kids you can still spin some kind of story,but parents know EXACTLY what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) How comfortable would you be at a nude beach? Would you keep your clothes on, keep it modest or bare it all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go to a nude beach in the first place!I don't do well with public nudity,at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Where is a place that seems fun and sexy to get it on at but in reality probably wouldn't work out very well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bus tour through a big city.I would love to do it,but I don't think the other passengers would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Do you have sex less in the summer because of the hot temperatures?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really,I think it's actually less in the winter,because then I don't want to actually get naked,and I need to be naked when I have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Have you ever had a dream that was in black and white?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,although a lot of my dreams occur in the night time,so they appear to be mostly black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus) When you have a naughty dream, most often is it usually your partner in the dream with you or someone else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a whipped chick - it's always my boyfriend in my naughty dreams.But he's all I want,so I suppose that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Questions courtesy of &lt;a href="http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-weirdness-59.html"&gt;Wednesday Weirdness&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is this weeks' questions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) To you, what makes the perfect body the perfect body?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the skin.I have horrible skin,so anybody who has alabaster smooth skin,whether it's tan or pale,has the perfect body to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) What part of your body do you obsess about the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach.It's way too big and never looks good in any clothes.It irritates the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) What makes a house a warm, welcoming, comfortable home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitudes and personalities of the people living there.A house can be incredibly gorgeous and amazing,but if the people living there suck,then the house would hold no appeal.Also,I prefer it if people have pets,because a lot of the time,people who have pets are a bit more relaxed and easy-going than non-pet people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) What fabric feels sexiest against bare skin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet.I love the soft,warm feel of velvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) What is the lamest lie you have heard in the last month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of any,maybe because they are all so freaking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) What always makes you feel better when you're upset?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my boyfriend gives me hugs and kisses and talks to me in his lovey dovey voice.I love that,and it always makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Questions courtesy of &lt;a href="http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-weirdness-60.html"&gt;Wednesday Weirdness&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8079488748036333003?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8079488748036333003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8079488748036333003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8079488748036333003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8079488748036333003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-weirdness_24.html' title='Wednesday Weirdness'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4876619510802978730</id><published>2009-06-23T15:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:56:39.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>- It's been raining buckets since last night,which I'm totally loving,although I wish it were the weekend so I could lie in front of the TV and watch some movies,cuddled with my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm working at the other branch of the place I work,because the guy who works here's dad died of a heart attack last night.It is so sad,because he was only 56,and he had his first grandchild due in August.So I've also been sad all day,thinking about that family and their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm making pizza tonight,but I don't really have anything in the house to put on the pizza,but I've dealt with worse,so I'm sure it's going to come out good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a free cappuccino this morning!yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I drank vanilla flavored skim milk for the first time today.1st thing - tastes really good on it's own.2nd thing - it's quite disgusting in coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4876619510802978730?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/4876619510802978730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=4876619510802978730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4876619510802978730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4876619510802978730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7045565624103637514</id><published>2009-06-23T15:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:45:24.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass jars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbkINnYoI/AAAAAAAABe8/7KhL-WV178w/s1600-h/20090302185515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbkINnYoI/AAAAAAAABe8/7KhL-WV178w/s400/20090302185515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517771042513538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjxnTh8I/AAAAAAAABe0/vc_Ba-EJ0PQ/s1600-h/20090208113257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjxnTh8I/AAAAAAAABe0/vc_Ba-EJ0PQ/s400/20090208113257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517764976248770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjq-47OI/AAAAAAAABes/FlH7X9BFk8c/s1600-h/20090125023541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjq-47OI/AAAAAAAABes/FlH7X9BFk8c/s400/20090125023541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517763196120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjeKx6XI/AAAAAAAABek/DZ_t57-v6FA/s1600-h/20080817053915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjeKx6XI/AAAAAAAABek/DZ_t57-v6FA/s400/20080817053915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517759756331378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjAvstUI/AAAAAAAABec/i3vGthg81fk/s1600-h/20080506123613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbjAvstUI/AAAAAAAABec/i3vGthg81fk/s400/20080506123613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517751858115906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love,love,love glass jars.Of all colors and shapes.They are so versatile,and can be used for so many different things,that it almost makes plastic containers seem null and void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures,of ways that I would love to use glass jars,if I had the space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7045565624103637514?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7045565624103637514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7045565624103637514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7045565624103637514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7045565624103637514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-jars.html' title='Glass jars'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SkDbkINnYoI/AAAAAAAABe8/7KhL-WV178w/s72-c/20090302185515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1477104898063275463</id><published>2009-06-22T10:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:08:50.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our relationship,in all honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9EadDr5OI/AAAAAAAABeU/JeFuY0wjpmA/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9EadDr5OI/AAAAAAAABeU/JeFuY0wjpmA/s400/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350070103606813922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What are your middle names? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one,he has 2 middle names,Christoffel Johannes.Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How long have you been together?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In November,it will be 4 years (2 years of friends with benefits,and 2 years of grown up relationship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How long did you know each other before you started dating? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who asked whom out?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He flirted with me a lot,and eventually made the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How old are each of you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is turning 31 in November,and I'm 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Whose siblings do you see the most?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We see my one sister more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing all debt and just making our salaries work every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Did you go to the same school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,but his one sister was in the same school as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who is smarter?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are quite equal,but if I'm being completely honest,I think he's a little bit smarter than me.But I will never admit that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Who is the most sensitive?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Definitely me.There are VERY few things that can upset my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Where do you eat out most as a couple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don't eat out that much,maybe once or twice a year.But when we do,we get pizza from a local restaurant.That pizza is so fattening and delicious,I think just looking at it can stop your heart from beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very far at all.LOL.But we really want to do a cross-country road trip in a year or 2 (like I mentioned earlier,money is a problem right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who has the craziest exes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely him.He had some really weird chicks that he went out with,from a deaf nymphomaniac,to a single mother of 3 sugarmommy.Also a girl,who after he told her to let him go,because if he was meant to be with her,he would surely return to her,told him that she would never let him go.So yeah,like I said,very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Who has the worst temper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is very immediate,I don't bottle things up.But JC can have quite a temper as well,but I guess I have the worst temper of us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Who does the cooking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do most of the cooking,he'll maybe do it once a week or so,but he only does 1 of 2 meals,so I tend to not let him cook very often,although he does those 2 dishes VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Who is the neat-freak? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us is particularly neatfreakish,but after a while,if the apartment gets to be too much of a mess,I will just start cleaning,and then freak out if someone makes a mess within 2 days of me cleaning the apartment.JC isn't so bothered by it.It's like he doesn't even notice dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who is more stubborn? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC would say it's me,but it's definitely him!If he has decided not to do something,or to do something,he will not budge from his decision,no matter how stupid/irresponsible/irritating a decision it might be.He is a total ass in that regard (come on,I mean like a donkey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Who hogs the bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,and the covers as well.Not that I mean to,it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Who wakes up earlier? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually up earlier on the weekends,because he always goes to bed later.But in the week we get up together,because we start work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Where was your first date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this really stupid club that we had in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Who is more jealous? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh definitely me.I get jealous over the most stupid stuff.But I have always felt that jealousy is a sign of love,and I wouldn't mind it if my boyfriend was a little more jealous of me.But nothing phases him,at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. How long did it take to get serious?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About 2 years.Everyone told me to just leave him,and get on with my life,but I had faith in him,and knew that this was the guy for me.So I stuck it out,and am now really glad I did.He is the best thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Who eats more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm,definitely me.My boyfriend is one of those people who just isn't bothered with food.He sometimes actually forgets to eat.He literally only ever eats if he's really hungry.Otherwise,he just never eats.I,on the other hand,will eat anything and everything that isn't nailed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Who's better with the computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,since JC never works on a computer,ever.He has a very physical job,that has nothing to do with computers,so he has no reason to use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Who drives when you are together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive (I really suck at it) so he always drives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1477104898063275463?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1477104898063275463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1477104898063275463&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1477104898063275463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1477104898063275463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-relationshipin-all-honesty.html' title='Our relationship,in all honesty'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9EadDr5OI/AAAAAAAABeU/JeFuY0wjpmA/s72-c/DSC01864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-2219649882406807380</id><published>2009-06-22T10:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:41:13.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Dad(s)</title><content type='html'>This was his 2nd Father's Day away from us,and it hasn't gotten any easier,but we went to put some flowers on his grave,and like always,I felt like he was right there with me.I love you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9B0qSWavI/AAAAAAAABd8/-P3FfA9LN_8/s1600-h/Verskeie1+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9B0qSWavI/AAAAAAAABd8/-P3FfA9LN_8/s400/Verskeie1+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350067255299697394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad,with Big D,about 6 months before my dad died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter Father's Day note,I have another 'dad' in my life - JC's dad (technically,stepdad).He is a great man,who can seem a little grumpy and like no fun at first,but has ended up being like a surrogate dad for me.Here's hoping we will spend many more Father's Days together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9ClEEfoYI/AAAAAAAABeM/ZmWE8OEVNoo/s1600-h/Cam+Pics2+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Sj9ClEEfoYI/AAAAAAAABeM/ZmWE8OEVNoo/s400/Cam+Pics2+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350068086854623618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-2219649882406807380?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/2219649882406807380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=2219649882406807380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7366093154783363942</id><published>2009-06-19T12:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:42:48.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm,sorry</title><content type='html'>I was gone a day and a half,and my Google Reader is currently at 333.Yes,indeed that is half of the Devils' number,and it feels like I'm going to have to make some sort of deal with the man himself to get through all these posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't get a comment from me on any of your recent posts...well,I'm pretty sure you won't miss me,but know that I did read it,and most likely have plenty to say about it,but just don't have the time to read,comment and act as if I'm actually doing 'real' work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Normal commenting shall commence next week.Thank you!}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7366093154783363942?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7366093154783363942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7366093154783363942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7366093154783363942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7366093154783363942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/uhmsorry.html' title='Uhm,sorry'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-4587053171033271828</id><published>2009-06-19T10:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:59:43.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A few random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtR7OJowaI/AAAAAAAABds/LBii6w4bV68/s1600-h/Junie+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtR7OJowaI/AAAAAAAABds/LBii6w4bV68/s400/Junie+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348959060285243810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 'stray' cat that's been around our apartment ever since we moved in.He used to sneak into the apartment,looking for food,during the night,and run off as soon as he saw us.Now,he's gotten a lot more comfortable with us,and basically comes running when he sees me.But I've decided to not give him food anymore,because I'm pretty sure he belongs to someone (he's big and fat,and really not stray-looking) and I feel me giving him food,just encourages him walking around the whole neighborhood (which is dangerous for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqntrUfI/AAAAAAAABdk/Pc1Ghq0_I0U/s1600-h/Junie+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqntrUfI/AAAAAAAABdk/Pc1Ghq0_I0U/s400/Junie+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958775089517042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqZDBGlI/AAAAAAAABdc/bhE_7-tSxLk/s1600-h/Junie+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqZDBGlI/AAAAAAAABdc/bhE_7-tSxLk/s400/Junie+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958771152493138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was yesterday morning,right outside Paarl,where my orthodontist appointment was.I told you I like mist.But my camera doesn't do it justice,and also,it was taken from the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqFSrkrI/AAAAAAAABdU/7eZlfq4-sx8/s1600-h/Junie+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRqFSrkrI/AAAAAAAABdU/7eZlfq4-sx8/s400/Junie+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958765849481906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While taking this picture,I was just hoping that Rita the rat doesn't bite off Big D's finger or something.That rat is evil.Her eyes look like those of the old witchwoman in Robin Hood.Very freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRp7sRsjI/AAAAAAAABdM/I6txPm-9eac/s1600-h/Junie+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRp7sRsjI/AAAAAAAABdM/I6txPm-9eac/s400/Junie+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958763272483378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yip,that's what a lovely cream colored sofa ends up looking like with 2 busy boys,a dog and a cat.Not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRpsEZGOI/AAAAAAAABdE/giSpWaJHKKc/s1600-h/Junie+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtRpsEZGOI/AAAAAAAABdE/giSpWaJHKKc/s400/Junie+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348958759078664418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JC,concentrating deeply on the tv,and Maya looking very disgusted with me,for taking her picture.She is just like JC in that regard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-4587053171033271828?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/4587053171033271828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=4587053171033271828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4587053171033271828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/4587053171033271828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-random-pics.html' title='A few random pics'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjtR7OJowaI/AAAAAAAABds/LBii6w4bV68/s72-c/Junie+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1393887425309737296</id><published>2009-06-19T09:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:12:24.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news...for me at least</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drhungvu.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/Clear_braces.32800820_std.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://drhungvu.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/Clear_braces.32800820_std.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope mine can look something like these.Not so conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,the orthodontist immediately said that I would have to get braces (on my top set of teeth) and maybe even corrective surgery on my overbite.So yeah,I'm not very happy about it,but what can you do,right?I'd rather do this (if my medical aid allows it - assholes) than lose my teeth at the age of freaking 30.I have another appointment on July 20,which sucks,because I have to take off work again.My boss is going to hate me after this is all done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1393887425309737296?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1393887425309737296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1393887425309737296&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1393887425309737296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1393887425309737296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-newsfor-me-at-least.html' title='Bad news...for me at least'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3433345873917310984</id><published>2009-06-17T09:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:13:20.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Again,there's no Wednesday Weirdness yet,and since I won't be here tomorrow (in case it gets posted late) I'm taking some of their old questions again.Enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Have you ever stolen anything from a relatives house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,not a relatives house,but when I was little I did steal a Barbie dress from a girls' house.I really didn't like the girl,so I've never felt too guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) If you had to change lives with a friend from your real life for a day, which would you choose and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't choose any of theirs.They all have a load of crap going on at the moment,or some of theirs' lives just irritate me,so I wouldn't want to take their lives over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Name at least one place where you would never have sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a graveyard.I have a lot of respect for the dead,and that is the one place I would never desicrate like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) If you could change one personality trait in you significant other, what would you change and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would make him be more affectionate.He isn't a very touchy-feely type of person,and I am,so I would make him just as bad as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) How important is the mood and setting to you when it comes to sex? (Do you need certain things to set the mood to really enjoy it, etc)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting isn't important,but I do need to feel like my partner is just as into it as I am.If I feel like he's a bit bored by it or something like that,I will stop everything right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Which is worse, bad sex or no sex? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad sex.Because it is such a waste of good energy.At least if you're having no sex,you don't know what you're missing.Besides,to me,bad sex is basically like having no sex anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) On a scale of 0 to 10, how much of a compulsive spender would you say you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I used to be much worse,but I've gotten it pretty much under control.I only buy essentials now,and think any purchase of clothes or expensive items through about a hundred times before I decide to buy it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) Have you ever left a restaurant without paying the bill? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,never.I wouldn't go into a restaurant in the first place if I knew I didn't have the money to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) If you could pick how you would die, how would you choose your death to happen?&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a big 'ole pussy,so I would say peacefully in my sleep,at the ripe old age of 120.I don't want to suffer or anything,I just want it to be quick and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) If you could rid the world entirely of one disease and one disease only, forever, which would you choose and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flu.It's the most common disease,it can be quite deadly and makes people all over the world less productive,at least 2 times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) How adventurous would you say you are when it comes to trying new things in bed with your partner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very.Quite honestly,I don't care for acrobatic,gymnastic,Kama Sutra moves,because I would break or tear something on my body,and I would certainly not be concentrating on the sex.But there are some things that I would try out,on my own terms,though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) What is something sexual that you would absolutely, with no amount of persuasion, ever be willing to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a man pee or poo on me.There is nothing that could persuade me to have this done to me (or have me do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) What kind of laundry detergent do you use?&lt;/strong&gt;OMO Automatic.I think that's what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.)When listening to music, about how loud do you prefer the music you're listening to to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just loud enough for me to hear all the words clearly,but if someone starts talking to me,I still want to be able to talk with them,without shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) How often do you talk to your siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one sister lives in my town,so we talk almost every day.My other sister I talk to maybe once a month,and my brother maybe once every 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.)How well do you deal when given an ultimatum?&lt;/strong&gt;Uhm,not very well.I like to have my options open,so when I'm given an ultimatum,I feel as if I'm stuck inbetween a rock and a hard place.And I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.)Have you ever dated someone or had a lover who had an emotional or mental disorder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have some kind of emotional disorder.But yes,I've been with a guy who had some sort of mental disorder,I'm sure of it.He just couldn't stop lying,and he didn't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) How do you feel about crossdressing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each his own.Althoug I don't understand why a man would willingly want to wear uncomfortable bra's and panties.I'm a woman,and I would give anything not to have to wear a freaking bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you have had to someone? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,the number isn't so high yet,so I don't mind saying the real number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) Does your significant other have the same political and religious views that you do? How often do you discuss politics and religion with them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the same political views.But my boyfriend refuses to go to church.It's not that he doesn't believe what I believe,he just doesn't want to be in the same church as some of the people that attend our local church,whereas I will suck it up,and go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.) What sport, if any, do you find to be most boring?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot,but I have to say it is a tie: gholf and soccer.They both take ages,and nothing very exciting happens the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.) Have you ever honestly peed in the pool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have,and anyone who tells you they haven't,are stone cold liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Questions courtesy of &lt;a href="http://wednesdayweirdness.blogspot.com"&gt;Wednesday Weirdness&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3433345873917310984?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3433345873917310984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3433345873917310984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3433345873917310984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3433345873917310984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-weirdness_17.html' title='Wednesday Weirdness'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7410152680175812446</id><published>2009-06-17T09:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:36:58.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist</title><content type='html'>I love mist.Especially the way that it makes any landscape look mysterious and cool.The last few mornings it's been super misty here,and I would take pictures of it,but my camera doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjiYdxMeXiI/AAAAAAAABc8/FVCsGtvVyas/s1600-h/Junie+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjiYdxMeXiI/AAAAAAAABc8/FVCsGtvVyas/s400/Junie+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348192194691751458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That house in the middle is my moms' house,as seen from across the open field in front of her house.I walk past there every morning on my way to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7410152680175812446?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7410152680175812446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7410152680175812446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7410152680175812446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7410152680175812446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/mist.html' title='Mist'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjiYdxMeXiI/AAAAAAAABc8/FVCsGtvVyas/s72-c/Junie+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1659421096906649538</id><published>2009-06-15T11:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:29:33.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So quiet</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so relaxing and just plain nice.I spent the majority of it eating,watching various movies/tv shows,playing with Maya,doing laundry,listening to the rain and my personal favorite - having very passionate discussions with JC about such deep and important subjects such as fart smells,curse words,what Maya would say to us if she were to actually be able to talk,and also the size of different actresses' boobs.All in all,it was a perfect weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning,just after I got to work,my boss informed me I had to go do phone duty at our other branch in town,because the guy who works there,took a long weekend (tomorrow is a South African public holiday).This would be fine,but this branch is super quiet,and basically nobody comes or goes here,so I am sitting here,all alone.Bored as hell.I can't even concentrate on reading,that's how bored I am.Oh well,at least I don't actually have to &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit pissed off,because JC has to work tomorrow :( I was looking forward to an extra day of doing nothing together,but I guess I'll have to make do with lying in bed all day,on my own.Again,things could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have an awesome week ahead!I have that lovely orthodontist appointment on Thursday to look forward to.So yeah,I'm totally psyched for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1659421096906649538?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1659421096906649538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1659421096906649538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1659421096906649538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1659421096906649538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-quiet.html' title='So quiet'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8335052276610447732</id><published>2009-06-12T10:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:49:47.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience and love</title><content type='html'>Please,do yourself a favor,and go watch &lt;a href="http://lettenbergertwins.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiny-pet-groomers.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cat has the patience and love of a saint.Truly.We should all be so lucky to have his temperament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Is it just me,or do the twins seem a bit good (Brady - the one on the left) vs. evil (Jaxon - the one on the right)?Whichever way,they are the most adorable things,ever,and they remind me of my nephew - the one who turned 1 yesterday}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8335052276610447732?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8335052276610447732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8335052276610447732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8335052276610447732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8335052276610447732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/patience-and-love.html' title='Patience and love'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8698795509051343846</id><published>2009-06-12T10:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:36:42.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Since I didn't get my Wednesday Weirdness-fix for this week,I went back in their archives,and took some of their questions from the beginning.So here goes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Do you have anything planned for your father for Father's Day? If so, what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I plan to go put some flowers (if I can find any) on his grave.This will be my 2nd Fathers' Day without him,but it definitely isn't any easier than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.If you could visit anywhere in the world with all your expenses paid for each trip, where would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City.There's a lot to do there,and since all expenses are paid,I would get a lot of bang for my buck (or whoevers buck was spent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What are a few things you have done that you previously said you would never do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gambled on slot machines.&lt;br /&gt;I put on all the weight I lost (which wasn't much,but still).&lt;br /&gt;I am in a relationship with my best friends' ex,a guy I said I would never be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.How do you react to the bodily functions (passing gas, burping, etc) of your significant other?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he burps,I am stunned at the loudness of it.When he farts,I either laugh at the sound it makes,or run for safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.What are you allergic to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.But I do have a skin condition on my hands,where I get a rash if I sweat too much or use cleaning products,or even too much hand cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.If you could go back in time and meet any passed historical figure, who would you choose and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Elizabeth I.I think she would be interesting as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Honestly, how often do you check up on any of your exes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have 'real' exes,since my current boyfriend is my first actual boyfriend.The others were just flings.So I don't really check up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homicide detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Do you put ketchup on top of your french fries or on the side to dip in? If you don't use ketchup, what do you use? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to put it on top,but nowadays I put it on the side.I also sometimes put bbq sauce or sweet chilli sauce on my fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.When was the last time you had phone sex? If you've never done it, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had sms sex,but not while talking on the phone.It doesn't do anything for me.I need to actually have the person with me to get all worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.When was the last time you made someone cry? What did you do to make them cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably about a month ago I made my sister cry.I talked to her about our dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.How often do you sing in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.Strangely enough,but I do sing in my office in front of the pc.Which can be quite embarrassing,since anyone can walk in on me at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Have you ever cooked dinner or any other meal naked? If not, would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,but I've watched my boyfriend and best friends' boyfriend cook us pasta in the nude.That was a fun night.I would do it,if my boyfriend asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Have you ever ridden in a stolen car? What would you do if, in the middle of going somewhere, found out that the driver had stolen the car you were riding in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I haven't.If I found that out,I would wait until the next red light or stop sign and get the hell out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.What is the most amount of money you've spent in a sex shop or porn store at one time? If you've never been to a porn store or sex shop, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never spent any money in a sex shop.They are a bit expensive.But my best friend once bought me a vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.What is the most annoying thing about one of your closest friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acts very 'holier than thou' and constantly lectures me about being positive,yet she can't practice what she preaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Have you ever taken someone's prescription medication with or without them knowing and used it for recreational purposes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.What is at least one thing you are you insecure about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth,and the way I talk.I lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.What are some things that you prefer to do alone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a sad movie.&lt;br /&gt;Read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.How would you react if you found out the anonymous babe/dude who writes all your favorite sexy posts on her/his blog is really your mother/sister/father/brother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would puke on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Questions courtesy of &lt;a href="http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wednesday Weirdness&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8698795509051343846?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8698795509051343846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8698795509051343846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8698795509051343846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8698795509051343846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-questions-for-friday.html' title='20 Questions for Friday'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7906693045190389434</id><published>2009-06-11T16:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:40:20.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it,a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBrM9n1I/AAAAAAAABcs/XwXjEYIOOWc/s1600-h/db5fdf8c1713b17af696d89895b4bae8daaf1cb1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBrM9n1I/AAAAAAAABcs/XwXjEYIOOWc/s400/db5fdf8c1713b17af696d89895b4bae8daaf1cb1_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079550209892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBp9TQFI/AAAAAAAABck/ooI4HfXDDPw/s1600-h/20090611020344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBp9TQFI/AAAAAAAABck/ooI4HfXDDPw/s400/20090611020344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079549875765330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBbzu8JI/AAAAAAAABcc/2fy1XNiVMBs/s1600-h/0a78ac396ec6087f3f076c67a8152d27bad2ae9d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBbzu8JI/AAAAAAAABcc/2fy1XNiVMBs/s400/0a78ac396ec6087f3f076c67a8152d27bad2ae9d_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079546077540498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBCRu4DI/AAAAAAAABcU/_VZ_3MqDD0c/s1600-h/4962a0c63131380eba26da22e4238fdba5da3949_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBCRu4DI/AAAAAAAABcU/_VZ_3MqDD0c/s400/4962a0c63131380eba26da22e4238fdba5da3949_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079539224043570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these on &lt;a href="http://ffffound.com"&gt;ffffound&lt;/a&gt;,and they just do something for me,I don't know why.Maybe the simplicity or something.But I'm telling you,I wish I could do pieces like these.Plain but definitely not boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7906693045190389434?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7906693045190389434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7906693045190389434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7906693045190389434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7906693045190389434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-ita-lot.html' title='I like it,a lot'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjEXBrM9n1I/AAAAAAAABcs/XwXjEYIOOWc/s72-c/db5fdf8c1713b17af696d89895b4bae8daaf1cb1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-141571221801569656</id><published>2009-06-11T11:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:36:57.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Take pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDQFN67_qI/AAAAAAAABcM/sxxVK0FcXMA/s1600-h/20090611020043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDQFN67_qI/AAAAAAAABcM/sxxVK0FcXMA/s400/20090611020043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346001545743564450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I completely agree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you guys,I totally spaced on taking pictures this weekend,and I'm feeling really shitty about that.Ever since I got my little camera) I've been obsessed with taking pictures of everyone,at every get-together.But unfortunately my people don't really enjoy having their picture taken,especially JC.He always pulls faces,or looks ready to kill me.He cannot stand it when I keep taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it,and feel that it is a good way to preserve memories that can fade,but be so easily brought back again with a good picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you guys think?Do you also love taking pictures of everything?Do people get mad at you for taking pictures of everything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-141571221801569656?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/141571221801569656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=141571221801569656&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/141571221801569656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/141571221801569656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-pictures.html' title='Take pictures!'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDQFN67_qI/AAAAAAAABcM/sxxVK0FcXMA/s72-c/20090611020043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-203257025521174380</id><published>2009-06-11T11:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:32:48.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Thursday</title><content type='html'>*I'm a little upset,because there aren't any Wednesday Weirdness questions posted yet,although it's already Thursday.What's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I started Eclipse yesterday,and am on the 6th chapter.It's quite good so far,although they kind of extend some of the scenes unnecessarily.This makes some parts drag a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last weekend we had lots of company and stuff,so I'm looking forward to having nothing to do this weekend,except lie around and watch tv.Heaven.Well,except for the fact that I am planning on washing every single piece of bedding/living room pillow covers,etc. and I am praying that the weather will hold until Saturday evening,at least (it's supposed to be winter,but it's been sunny and warm the whole week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm still on a Icanhazcheezburger-frenzy.Here's 2 I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDMe24iHBI/AAAAAAAABb0/jRqPMOffW0Y/s1600-h/128890318734696476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDMe24iHBI/AAAAAAAABb0/jRqPMOffW0Y/s400/128890318734696476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345997588189551634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is just a random pic I got off &lt;a href="http://www.love-and-hisses.com/"&gt;Love and Hisses&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDMe555OUI/AAAAAAAABbs/cpz9WoS_u7U/s1600-h/128801339945457046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDMe555OUI/AAAAAAAABbs/cpz9WoS_u7U/s400/128801339945457046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345997589000567106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My Maya girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My youngest nephew turns 1 years old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDNY2TFCcI/AAAAAAAABb8/lHVn8kntRks/s1600-h/Mei+Vakansie+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDNY2TFCcI/AAAAAAAABb8/lHVn8kntRks/s400/Mei+Vakansie+318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345998584464869826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My 2nd youngest nephew turns 2 on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDNZCNLexI/AAAAAAAABcE/_PmVoyLZFws/s1600-h/April09LaasteNwk+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDNZCNLexI/AAAAAAAABcE/_PmVoyLZFws/s400/April09LaasteNwk+163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345998587661351698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sunday is Fathers' Day,and although it's already the 2nd one without my Dad,I'm not looking forward to spending the day without him.We will probably go put some flowers on his grave,although I don't spend a lot of time there.It just makes me sadder,going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am loving the colder evenings,because this has made Maya even more cuddly.She can't wait for us to get home,so she can come lie on one of our laps,and there she'll stay,unless we have to get up.I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm not going to bore you with too many random (boring) thoughts.Because I'll probably have some more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-203257025521174380?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/203257025521174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=203257025521174380&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/203257025521174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/203257025521174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-thursday.html' title='Random Thoughts Thursday'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/SjDMe24iHBI/AAAAAAAABb0/jRqPMOffW0Y/s72-c/128890318734696476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-3789115756475021934</id><published>2009-06-10T12:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:57:10.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say hi and smile</title><content type='html'>I read a post over at &lt;a href="http://gabbyshewrote.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-things.html"&gt;Gabby She Wrote&lt;/a&gt; today,and she said something that struck me,about how a smile can make a huge difference to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a small town,I'm used to smiling and greeting aloud,most people in town.Even strangers that pass through here,I greet.That's just the way I was brought up.When I go to a city,or even just a town that's about twice the size of my town,it strikes me how people don't greet each other on the street,and they certainly don't smile at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that if you live in a place like,say,New York,or Los Angeles,that people don't know each other,and the other person might be some sort of serial killer or something,but it is still quite sad to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole,actual point with this is,what pisses me off,beyond belief,is when people in a small town like mine,where everyone knows everyone,can't make the effort to smile at some who greets them.Every morning when I walk to work,I pass this teenage brother and sister waiting for their lift to school.Those little fuckheads will look you straight in the face,and not so much as lift an eyebrow as a greeting,much less say 'hi'.I feel like throwing them with one of the rotten avocado's in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Like you read in the meme last week,I get offended very easily.But I don't care.Not smiling at someone who smiles at you,and says 'hi',is just plain rude.It's not like I want to abduct the little shits}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-3789115756475021934?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/3789115756475021934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=3789115756475021934&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3789115756475021934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/3789115756475021934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-say-hi-and-smile.html' title='Just say hi and smile'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-8992207534759746088</id><published>2009-06-10T09:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:37:49.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pervert</title><content type='html'>{&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER:I'm totally man crazy today.I'm blaming it on hormones&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a total Twilight phase right now,since I just finished reading New Moon yesterday,and am starting with Eclipse today.And after New Moon,I'm a BIG Jacob/Taylor Lautner fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,this makes me a complete pervert.I'm nearly 10 years older than this kid,but I have to be honest.He makes me want to do very dirty,naughty things.Either to him,or myself.I haven't decided yet.But hell,look at this pic,and tell me that look doesn't make you go at least a little bit breathless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si9iVVPkb2I/AAAAAAAABbk/QRfvpc2u6Jw/s1600-h/taylor-formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si9iVVPkb2I/AAAAAAAABbk/QRfvpc2u6Jw/s400/taylor-formal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345599401331289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,NO 17 year old should have a body like this.It's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://famousmonstersoffilmland.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://famousmonstersoffilmland.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/jacob.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-8992207534759746088?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/8992207534759746088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=8992207534759746088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8992207534759746088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/8992207534759746088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-pervert.html' title='I&apos;m a pervert'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si9iVVPkb2I/AAAAAAAABbk/QRfvpc2u6Jw/s72-c/taylor-formal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-7576526978226129032</id><published>2009-06-10T09:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:21:46.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So you're saying there's hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.twilightpoint.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/emmett-kellan-lutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.twilightpoint.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/emmett-kellan-lutz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,Rob Pattinson is cute,and looks hot in the Twilight movie,but I am personally a much bigger Taylor Lautner fan (he can maul me anyday).Also,I think Kellan Lutz (who plays Emmett) is a super-super hottie.So imagine my pleasure when I read &lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/2009/06/08/ten-things-you-never-knew-about-kellan-lutz/"&gt;these few little fun facts&lt;/a&gt; about the guy.My personal favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. His favourite place in the world is South Africa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,there's a chance,no matter how slim,that I could be walking around,in my own country,and walk smackdab into Kellan Lutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-7576526978226129032?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/7576526978226129032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=7576526978226129032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7576526978226129032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/7576526978226129032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-youre-saying-theres-hope.html' title='So you&apos;re saying there&apos;s hope?'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1935287800882627192</id><published>2009-06-09T16:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:10:43.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywTA2CscJM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywTA2CscJM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South African band,Jamali,singing the words every woman wants her man to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1935287800882627192?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1935287800882627192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1935287800882627192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1935287800882627192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1935287800882627192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-me-for-me.html' title='Love me for me'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914614170615630.post-1627253081846021777</id><published>2009-06-09T15:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:24:19.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the black cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hh70xTUI/AAAAAAAABbc/mANzYXc6h-Q/s1600-h/fgse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hh70xTUI/AAAAAAAABbc/mANzYXc6h-Q/s400/fgse.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317043357961538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhkz8XzI/AAAAAAAABbU/X9FPjOEYj88/s1600-h/fghbx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhkz8XzI/AAAAAAAABbU/X9FPjOEYj88/s400/fghbx.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317037180477234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhbsqmUI/AAAAAAAABbM/hvIQBbaRWmw/s1600-h/dsfa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhbsqmUI/AAAAAAAABbM/hvIQBbaRWmw/s400/dsfa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317034734033218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhVWr5jI/AAAAAAAABbE/m6AR3lU_lEg/s1600-h/dfadfa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhVWr5jI/AAAAAAAABbE/m6AR3lU_lEg/s400/dfadfa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317033031231026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhEFz22I/AAAAAAAABa8/PD75RbFNcG0/s1600-h/ret.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hhEFz22I/AAAAAAAABa8/PD75RbFNcG0/s400/ret.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317028397046626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I desire a little ginger kitty of my very own,Maya has made turned me into a BIG black cat fan.They just make the best LOLcat pictures no matter what they do,because they always look so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,they make really good pets too,of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83914614170615630-1627253081846021777?l=thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/feeds/1627253081846021777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83914614170615630&amp;postID=1627253081846021777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1627253081846021777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83914614170615630/posts/default/1627253081846021777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts4pennies.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-about-black-cat.html' title='It&apos;s all about the black cat'/><author><name>Pandora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02733319139135157714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/TGPG3t0YsfI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jjvD0aj3Yrs/S220/old+school+4.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JugvwRd0Bj8/Si5hh70xTUI/AAAAAAAABbc/mANzYXc6h-Q/s72-c/fgse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
