<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740</id><updated>2011-12-09T17:30:07.847Z</updated><category term='E-mails and Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Don't try this at home!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6788013099885715804</id><published>2011-12-09T17:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:30:07.855Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_0Iy3djPVY/TuJDjBxqumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSKGQ92D-Z0/s1600/Membership%2Bcard.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_0Iy3djPVY/TuJDjBxqumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSKGQ92D-Z0/s320/Membership%2Bcard.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684179948746226274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Numb - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;So i have Tonsillitis again... Last time i had this i was about 17 and living at home with that poor excuse of a mother. Amoxicillin tablets, Anti-depressants... ugh... always takin' tablets... At least i can sorta swallow now, and kinda talk. But i'm so sleepy, i can't breath at night, i'm not sleeping, i feel like i have a head fula cotton wool and i am like... dying.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;So.. things are kinda annoying me lately. I'm seeing stuff that is upsetting me and i dunno why... I'm trying to talk to my friends about it but i can't seem to say anything in the right way and end up making people mad or upsetting them or just.. generally sounding like a total dork... so i think i'm just gonna... sit on my problems and try and deal with it myself. These two people mean a hell of a lot to me and the last thing i want to do is to come across like... ugh.... i feel like since i started talking to them i've ruined everything... make things... -head/desk- N.. never mind... so.. yeah... Sick, tablets, sleepy, bed, depression.... Usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6788013099885715804?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6788013099885715804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6788013099885715804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6788013099885715804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6788013099885715804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-tired-of-being-what-you-want-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_0Iy3djPVY/TuJDjBxqumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSKGQ92D-Z0/s72-c/Membership%2Bcard.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2341426965309572454</id><published>2011-11-29T19:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:41:24.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6DZamzuPKk/TtUzVt1j3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/kP_mgGVujb0/s1600/The%2BBroken%2BMe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-W6DZamzuPKk/TtUzVt1j3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/kP_mgGVujb0/s320/The%2BBroken%2BMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680502953172261906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not alright.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit,&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;So i wanted to post some long winded post about why i'm so fucked up and stuff that goes on in my head and all that shit... but to be honest there really is no point. I seriously have gotten to the stage now where i just... I want to say i'm at the point where i couldn't give two shits but i'm sat here worrying about what others will think about me.. which is stupid because no one ever gives a shit about what i think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i know there are going to be people who say they care.. and that "How can you say that" and "That's not fair you know i ....." etc etc, but unless you know exactly how i feel you're not going to understand. You guys are great and all, but... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; It's not... It's not a long term solution to a major problem.... It's just... you guys are just..helping... not... curing... if that makes sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;See, this is the part where everyone thinks i'm being a complete fuck and start to hate me and bitch and moan and call me two faced and... Ugh... think what you will... I just.... What ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2341426965309572454?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2341426965309572454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2341426965309572454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2341426965309572454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2341426965309572454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-whats-worth-fighting-for-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6DZamzuPKk/TtUzVt1j3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/kP_mgGVujb0/s72-c/The%2BBroken%2BMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-237564069433598857</id><published>2011-11-28T22:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:28:19.941Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;About the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And as the day was dawning my plane flew away&lt;br /&gt;With all the things caught in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Oasis - Don't Go Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So since my last update it's been... god... ages. William and Nathan are 4 and 2, William is in school... things went from bad to worse to good to okay... and now i just feel... worse again. I feel awful, because i can relate to a friends problems but i feel that if i try to talk about how i feel i'm almost... copying them or... using their bravery as an excuse to.. i dunno... latch onto the understanding they are getting from others... but seeing him be so brave and coming out and /saying/ all that stuff makes me want to sort myself out more.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, so i'm... I'm RPing again (Role playing) And it's been sorta helping... I've made friends and had a laugh, but you know.. with that comes the darker evil side of people being arses. Some nights i come off happy but some nights have had me in tears... I guess it comes with the territory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not sure what this post was hoping to achieve... i'm hoping to use this blog again to express my depression, anxiety and all that shit. Both as Kattrina and as Jo. More on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-237564069433598857?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/237564069433598857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=237564069433598857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/237564069433598857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/237564069433598857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-and-frosty-morning-theres-not-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-5321817498359859287</id><published>2009-04-02T12:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:29:54.027Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SdSurcbIq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/LA3cKCMrpps/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SdSurcbIq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/LA3cKCMrpps/s320/Photo-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320069121219013490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corrupt&lt;br /&gt;You're corrupt&lt;br /&gt;Bring corruption to all that you touch&lt;br /&gt;Hold&lt;br /&gt;You behold&lt;br /&gt;And beholden for all that you've done&lt;br /&gt;And spin&lt;br /&gt;Cast a spell&lt;br /&gt;Cast a spell on the country you run&lt;br /&gt;And risk&lt;br /&gt;You will risk&lt;br /&gt;You will risk all their lives and their souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take a bow - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been ages since i last added anything to this blog, but i wanted to post the picture above so you could see my new lil baby ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I had my 20 week scan yesterday, and althought he baby had it's legs up over it's tummy and it's feet tucked under it's bottom (preventing the sight of gender) it's healthy, growing fine and wiggling around alot inside me V_V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much has been happening. just midwife appointments and taking care of William... he's 2 on the 18th and we're taking him to Woburn Safari park ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really really is all ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-5321817498359859287?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5321817498359859287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=5321817498359859287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5321817498359859287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5321817498359859287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/corrupt-youre-corrupt-bring-corruption.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SdSurcbIq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/LA3cKCMrpps/s72-c/Photo-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-3545510486391146173</id><published>2009-01-06T18:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:59:53.841Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SWOmwUsH3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/vP3P2D-b0-c/s1600-h/Gothic+A+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288253736580799954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SWOmwUsH3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/vP3P2D-b0-c/s320/Gothic+A+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, season change but people don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i'll always be waiting in the back room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm boring but overcompensate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With Headlines and Flash Flash Flash photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take over, The breaks over - Fallout Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen.... after a long long long long long (you get the drift) time i'm back, and having another sproglett XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;According to my midwife i am 9 weeks gone, and i have another appointment next wednesday. Unfortunatly it's not at my local doctors, since she's overbooked so i have to go to thorplands sure start center and wait for me number to be called. ¬_¬ Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William is 20 months old now and is growing fast. He's already got to the stage in his toddler-hood where you say no and he starts with the crocadile tears. And if you continue to ignore him or tell him no he'll throw himself on the sofa like an actor and pretend to cry more. Then he tries to sit on your lap and look at you as if to say "but i'm you're lil baby boy... love meeee" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well, kris and i will just have to be strong and not give in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So keep your eyes peeled, i'll be updating more as i go along. Info about appoinments, and baby stuff... and even how William takes to being a big brother to his lil brother or sister. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oyasumi. ~X~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-3545510486391146173?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3545510486391146173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=3545510486391146173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3545510486391146173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3545510486391146173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-season-change-but-people-dont-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SWOmwUsH3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/vP3P2D-b0-c/s72-c/Gothic+A+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-5109841235058948125</id><published>2008-09-19T15:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:54:56.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SNPIooU6HoI/AAAAAAAAABE/QzQp4cY19m4/s1600-h/697-ff87222222222.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247758591162195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SNPIooU6HoI/AAAAAAAAABE/QzQp4cY19m4/s320/697-ff87222222222.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We the people fight for our existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We don't claim to be perfect, But we're free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We dream our dreams alone With no resistance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fading like the stars we wish to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oasis - Little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG... it's been like... 4 months nearly and i've not posted... i'm sorry. V_V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So william is walking and almost talking, making noises that SOUND like Look, and doggie and dad and mum mum... It's so cute. I will be ringing a friend of mine to check if we can come over and visit cause i'm sure she'd love to see William as he grows up. OH and my friend is back from Columbia and i'd love to see how everything went ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not alot is going on here at home... I'm planning the expo in october... staying for two nights again. I'm not planning on buying that much this time, unless i see a particularly awesome pushie of doom *wonders if anyone made a reno from final fantasy VII*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There really isn't much to tell... William is growing fast and is just... adorable. that's it really. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-5109841235058948125?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5109841235058948125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=5109841235058948125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5109841235058948125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5109841235058948125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-people-fight-for-our-existence.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SNPIooU6HoI/AAAAAAAAABE/QzQp4cY19m4/s72-c/697-ff87222222222.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6128254471557760034</id><published>2008-06-23T15:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:57.212Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SF_GYMiyV1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hE4ywGK3AIM/s1600-h/SLinky+cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215105012504614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SF_GYMiyV1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hE4ywGK3AIM/s320/SLinky+cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As conspiracies unwind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you slam shut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or free your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or stay hypnotised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exo - Politics: Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's been a long time comin' as the song says, but William is now... how should i put this... wobbling his way round the sitting room. Several very wobbly and excited steps have been taken in the past two days... *sighs* my little boy is growing up. *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My dad is having a 10th anniversary do on the 5th, meaning William and 40% of his possestions shall be bundled into the car and carted down to sumerset. It sounds like it may be a good party, of course we are traveling down on the friday and coming home on the sunday *easier on Will.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other than that there realy is nothing to tell. Kris and i are well, life goes on as it always has. We're in talks about me going back to work, but at the moment it's not needed, which means i can spend more time taking care of the lil man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I should be making dinner, so on that note i'm off to feed my other baby *laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6128254471557760034?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6128254471557760034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6128254471557760034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6128254471557760034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6128254471557760034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-conspiracies-unwind-will-you-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SF_GYMiyV1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hE4ywGK3AIM/s72-c/SLinky+cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2233142416905473297</id><published>2008-05-28T16:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:57.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SD2MlpxBOCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LZkbmDABd4w/s1600-h/Angry+BBQ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471322804664354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SD2MlpxBOCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LZkbmDABd4w/s320/Angry+BBQ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whispering secrets in vain, (listen listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frantically searching for someone to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;their story before they hit ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ragh! OMG i haven't posted in ages. Well, William's birthday came and went more or less without hitch, and i went away to london last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a GREAT time in london with Anime Leauge. It was Expo weekend and they were all a great laugh. I got to meet a lot of awsome people and had a blast of a weekend. It was nice to get a mini holiday and it was certainly an experiance i shall NOT forget anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's coming up to my dad and rachaels 10th wedding anniversary, and i've asked kris to try and get the time off (if he hasn't already) of course i shall keep a FIRM eye on William near the swiming pool. I dunno what i'd do if he got hurt, since they are having a hawaiian style party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That last sentance made no sence... oh well. ^_^ Got a post card of my brother and Hannah, apparently they are in turkey... *laughs* lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, i'm eatting dinner... so i'm leaving it here. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2233142416905473297?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2233142416905473297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2233142416905473297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2233142416905473297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2233142416905473297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/05/listen-to-each-drop-of-rain-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SD2MlpxBOCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LZkbmDABd4w/s72-c/Angry+BBQ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-1997883729708410377</id><published>2008-04-14T21:23:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:57.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SAPMw_c9GgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d8GGkgRHzGc/s1600-h/Chibi+Hosts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189216337699609090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SAPMw_c9GgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d8GGkgRHzGc/s320/Chibi+Hosts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T'is your delight sir, catching fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from one man to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T'is true sir, love can still inspire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the blood to pump the heartly pire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what more, what more can man require but love sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pretty women - Sweeney Todd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG, OMG, OMG... It's april the 14th already and i haven't even CONSIDERED the cake yet. Mum's brirthday was sunday and she went to see Man united play at old trafford... So she's not shut up about that all day. V_V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William is as chatty as ever, no surprise with me as him mum ^_^. He's started saying J's... I cought him saying "jim jim jim" of course it could have just been "jmmm Jmmm Jmmm" but who cares, it sounded rigth! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grandad will be down on the saterday, he's staying at my mums on the friday so she's anoyed about that. I've made it clear i don;t want him over till saterday. There is only so much i can take of that man...and i can say that here cause i'm NEVER going to tell him this blog exists... *dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG again... May is getting ever closer... and there are soo many people i'm looking forward to meeting... *blushes* i've been getting on well with some one of the guys on Anime leage and i'm not as scared about going as i was before. I know it'll be fun and, if all else fails i know at least one or two people i can hide behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sam has gone to Columbia... lucky chicken... I hope you're having a blast my love... we all love and miss you... i need to arrange another visit to see dawn... The little man is ever so different now and, well, Sam's family have always been special to me... soo.... *blushes* I talk to Jon alot on MSN, though, sad to say normally two hours later i'm going to bed (he doesn't stay up too late dawn, i promise. dont go telling him off... *laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well... i better go... just thougth i'd update quickly while i remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love to you all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-1997883729708410377?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1997883729708410377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=1997883729708410377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1997883729708410377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1997883729708410377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/tis-your-delight-sir-catching-fire-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/SAPMw_c9GgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d8GGkgRHzGc/s72-c/Chibi+Hosts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-8070780019817282953</id><published>2008-03-28T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:57.755Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R-2A7Nf_YOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZFsCYj-JKQ/s1600-h/GothicSchoolgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182940500897784034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R-2A7Nf_YOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZFsCYj-JKQ/s320/GothicSchoolgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (Wake me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Save me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;before I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Save me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Evanescence - Bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, i've just finished getting all the bugs outta my laptop (some... very rude wrod hacked my laptop and placed a virus in it. needless to say i was not pleased.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's nearly that time. yep, next month William will be a year old. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kris and i are so happy... but the down side is he is doing a night shift friday, saturday and sunday, so he'll be sleeping on the day i planned a birthday party. I had planned on just ing out for the day with my mum and grandad since he's already invited and, dad and Tim can't make it.. so... I'll leave kris to sleep and we could do something... i'm sure Jan and laurence will undertand? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William is chatting away like mad these days... 'dada', 'baba', 'Jaja' (which i think is Jimmeh..i've been talking to an old friend of mine on the net and i've been telling kris and william alot about them. lol...) and he's even able to sit up un-attenteded. He's growing so fast, i still rememr that tiny little bundle that was handed to me, those gorgeous eyes staring back at me from that blanket. *sniff* Ok, i am SO not gonna cry. V_V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, it's late, and i am tired. plus there is no guarante that he'll slep threw tonight... V_V bless him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TTTFN - Ta ta for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-8070780019817282953?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8070780019817282953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=8070780019817282953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8070780019817282953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8070780019817282953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/wake-me-up-wake-me-up-inside-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R-2A7Nf_YOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZFsCYj-JKQ/s72-c/GothicSchoolgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6647886018016141764</id><published>2008-03-12T14:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:57.935Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R9fuEdKpJBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Si33swjqTTg/s1600-h/fireangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176868057001829394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R9fuEdKpJBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Si33swjqTTg/s320/fireangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the break that will make it ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's always some reason to feel not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need some distraction, oh beautiful release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Memories seep from my veins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They may be empty and weightless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And maybe I'll find some peace tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan - Arms of the Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life has been kinda up and down since i last posted. William got ill, then i got ill, then kris got ill... it was an ill month.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been listening to a lot of old music. Tracy chapman, Bob Marley, Guns N Roses... The music i grew up with...  nothing really has happend...  i've been making alot of good friends on anime league and keeping in touch with my friends on the Risembool Rangers website.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are a good number of meets planned and i;m saving like a squrral to try and go to them (one in april, two in may, one in october and one in september V_V) but obviously moeny is not the only concern... *has idea* Baby for sale? (joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, dinner is ready and i have to change wills nappy.. so just a quick one to say all is well and stuff.... so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laters *waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6647886018016141764?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6647886018016141764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6647886018016141764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6647886018016141764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6647886018016141764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/spend-all-your-time-waiting-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R9fuEdKpJBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Si33swjqTTg/s72-c/fireangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-8345863426301987156</id><published>2008-02-22T14:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:58.120Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R77gtVnRIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q0WIwNUhh6M/s1600-h/kh-heart.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169816491768488754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R77gtVnRIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q0WIwNUhh6M/s320/kh-heart.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In you and I there's a new land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Angel's in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where fears and lies melt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Music inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's left of me what's left of me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sanctuary - Utada Hikaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i said life was boring but i was wrong. William has a sore throat and a cold and ahs been waking up groggy in the middle of the nigth. We've been giving him calprofen before bed and gave him some this morning. it certainly made him a lively little man, he's crawling all over the sofa at he moment so i'm half typing half... checking on him.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is so much rubbish on TV these days. Like late at night. I don't have time to watch it during the day. Sorry about that, just had william trying to use me to climb the sofa...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been trying to save money for the expo in may. I've made somenew friend son a forum called Anime League.net and there are a good number of poeple who i can't wait to meet and can't wait to meet me XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At else? Oh yeah... i'm 24 in seven days time ^_^ this time next friday i should hopefull be either at woburn safari park or tycross zoo... maybe i can leave William in the monkey cage. ^_^ or take home a tiger cub. XD ahhh, i'd love a tiger. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N e who, i'm off to play with my son some more.. i just caught him eating a lazer pen... lol... He had the biggest smuggest look on his face when i asked him for it, and keeps asking for his 'dada'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-8345863426301987156?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8345863426301987156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=8345863426301987156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8345863426301987156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8345863426301987156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-you-and-i-theres-new-land-angels-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R77gtVnRIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q0WIwNUhh6M/s72-c/kh-heart.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-7948040788222199293</id><published>2008-02-12T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:58.705Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R7H0sVnRIyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NgsNm1ZKcUw/s1600-h/FMAHavoc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166179290123936546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R7H0sVnRIyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NgsNm1ZKcUw/s320/FMAHavoc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roy Mustang: When I'm Führer, there will be changes! That day...*strikes dramatic pose* all female officers will be required to wear - TINY MINISKIRTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jean Havoc: YOU'RE A MIRACLE, MUSTANG! (hugs Mustang's leg) I'LL FOLLOW YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Mustang: Yes! (while posing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkeye: ... (walks away with bemused look)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Flame V's Fullmetal - Fullmetal Alchemist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been awhile, i know. But my son has now taken to falling asleep in my arms or on the sofa, being moved to his bed and then waking up and screaming till he falls asleep. I feel awful for leaving him screaming upstairs, but i have no other choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's also taken to waking up half way threw the night for a nappy change and then staying awake for another two hours, despite the fact he's as tired as we are... *sigh* It doesn't help that i have trouble getting to sleep anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have a doctors check up on wednesday (which i suppose would be tomorrow... Duh!) It's supposed to be an 8 month check up, but obviously the doctors can't count, since William will be ten months old on the 18th. To be fair, nothing has really happened. William is able to crawl around, he's climbing on things, 'cruising' (using furniture to move around the room) and is reaching for things to chew. I wouldn't mind, except he's been trying to chew the wires on my laptop and has been pulling out the power cables while i'm typing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, that's about all that's been happening... my world is becoming pretty boring now... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ciao for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-7948040788222199293?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7948040788222199293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=7948040788222199293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7948040788222199293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7948040788222199293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/roy-mustang-when-im-fhrer-there-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFygRzLVPqE/R7H0sVnRIyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NgsNm1ZKcUw/s72-c/FMAHavoc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-8108306521165968275</id><published>2008-01-24T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:30:18.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never wanted it to be so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lithium - Evanesence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, it's been a while. My little man, bless his heart, has been doing really well on the wheening, but one of hte foods we've tried him on (a mixed fruit breakfast) has given him an alregic rash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a feeling it's either the pear of the apricot. The nurse also advised me not feeding him his fruit yogurts too, so once he;s had the last one i'll buy no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's not stopped eating, he's still as wriggly as ever and he's not got a fever, so it hasn't affected him in that way. I had a horrible feeling that it might have been chicken pox, but luckyl it wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's still teething and has had the odd broken nigth of sleep, but it's nothing Kris and i cannot handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm off to make dinner and play with ym little guy. He's just woken from a sleep and is crying. V_V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till next time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-8108306521165968275?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8108306521165968275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=8108306521165968275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8108306521165968275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8108306521165968275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-to-bed-dont-make-me-sleep-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-7885702415697727852</id><published>2008-01-02T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:23:23.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's got them hips like sugar canes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good things come from boys who wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's my one stop shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with a real big *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's a sweet talkin, sugar coated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Candy man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Candy Man: Christiana Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, first and foremost, i've had my nails done so my typing might be a bit off. I shall try to check my spelling as i go, but i can't promise anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I knwo i've been gone a long while, but christmas just got closer and closer and before i knew it i had neglected my blog. so here i am, in 2008... yeah. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christmas day was ok. Kris was on a night shift the night before, so when he got hoem at 7 inthe morning, william and i woke up to open the 7 presents we had here and then he went to bed and William and i went to his mum's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New years eve i was feeling a bit off so we were in bed by 11, adn woken u at midnight by the fireworks and the phone calls. It was really quite boring to be honest, but i already have a lot planned for 2008. It's my 24th birthday on the 29th febuary. I don have anything big planned, but time will tell if i do something special. May is a big month for me, since the fan group i'm part ofhave let me plan the expo in London. It will be a weekend thing, most of us turning up early afternoon on the friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William was weighed on boxing day, he is now 19 pound 8. He's chirping, dribbling and has two gorgeous little teeth in the front of his mouth on his bottom gum. We did unfortunaty, have a misshap last nigth where Kris was moving the chiar and scrapped some of the skin off two of williams toes. but after a long cry, a mummy hug and a kiss from his nana Jan he was asleep and out like a light for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I better go, the young master  quite tired and ready for his last feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-7885702415697727852?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7885702415697727852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=7885702415697727852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7885702415697727852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7885702415697727852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-got-them-hips-like-sugar-canes-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-63211684351998838</id><published>2007-11-04T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:24:19.307Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000469/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rth Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: I sense something; a presence I've not felt since... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then he just walks away! I mean, at least finish your sentance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over the next (well, four now) sundays, they are playing the Star Wars Movies on ITV. I couldn;t be happier. Though i have to admit i'd rather they were the original originals instead of the digitally re-mastered originals, but what you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yep, i'm back. I was gone awhile (mainly because i'm a lazy S.O.B but also because i've been to a convention and i've been ill) I'm back at the hospital tomorrow for the jaw guard that should stop me from grinding my teeth, not that i think i do or that it will help, but go figure! I was supposed to be sorting something out for tuesday but i forgot to ring hte person and now it's to late and porbably too short notice so *shurgs* whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William is getting massive. He's not great with the solid foods at the moment, but we're in no rush. He's currently attacking his blanket while wriggling and squeeling in his basket. I think he might be a bit worried by the fireworks, but he's not made any sign that they are specifically distubring him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got a family gathering next sunday (so i'll miss star wars *sulks*) at my aunt Adele's house. It's my cousin Laurens 17(?) birthday and It's going to be me, Mum, William, Grandad (fun) and adele's lot. kris is working an afternoon, so he can't tag along. I'm looking forwards to going down, but not looking forwards to seeing grandad. He has ways of lowering everyones mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, i think that's everything. not much happens in cassa del Cadd. Is that right? ah, who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, till the next time, whenever that may be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-63211684351998838?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/63211684351998838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=63211684351998838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/63211684351998838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/63211684351998838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-rth-vader-i-sense-something-presence.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-1544939934327251166</id><published>2007-10-08T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:45:35.028Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've become so numb, I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Become so tired, so much more aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm becoming this, all I want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is be more like me, and be less like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Numb - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tired and in pain i sit here, thinking about what i should have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;knowing that the pulsing in my jaw would keep me awake i stupidly took the doctors advice of a 'soft food diet' and pop the pain killers like some kind of drug addict. The days are hard, but the nights are harder as i struggle to sleep longer than 2 - 4 hour intervals, waking to throbbing and the need of paracetamol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William has noticed a change in me. Both of us are lerthargic, quiet and starting to worry Kris. I have another trip to the hospital on Thursday, they think i grind my teeth and are supplying me a tooth guard. I shall tell them that i cannot stand the pain anymore and i need something to be done, even if that means an operation on my jaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i could just close my eyes and get some sleep, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-1544939934327251166?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1544939934327251166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=1544939934327251166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1544939934327251166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1544939934327251166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-become-so-numb-i-cant-feel-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-267939242957189958</id><published>2007-09-21T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:01:01.662Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The saints are coming, the saints are coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he saints are coming, the saints are coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U2 and Green day - The Saints Are Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, news from the Cadd household is as follows. The small one is more or less rolling over. (He gets close, doesn't know what to do next and rolls back.) eh's also sitting upright more or less without support (he has the odd wobble, but he's very strong) and is able to stand up (with assistance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's growing up so fast. Can you believe five months and 3 days ago i had this little bundle handed to me with such big eyes, now he's sat in his bouncy chair beside me chirping away and eating his foot. (i wish i could still get my foot into my mouth, well, not really but you know what i mean) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it feels like we've never been without him. Like he's always been there in the house somewhere. Even Kris was saying he couldn't remember what it was like without Will in the house. Which is weird because, really, nothing has changed. It just feels, natural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-267939242957189958?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/267939242957189958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=267939242957189958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/267939242957189958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/267939242957189958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cried-to-my-daddy-on-telephone-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2524130260088043348</id><published>2007-09-10T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:09:59.444Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woke up with yawn, it's dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Turned on my radio to start a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's get them DJs chatting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hard to survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amazing news got over on the airwaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TONIGHT love is racing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TONIGHT constellation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TONIGHT love is racing my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost another day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tonight, Tonight Tonight - Beat Crusers (Bleach opening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, i thought i had a little while longer to wait but it seems &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;time is upon us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little William is cutting his teeth. He's not crying, but his odd whinging obviously means he's in some pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We bought him a fridge cooling teething ring, but it's so big it doesn't really fit in his mouth. We've also been giving him Calpol, that seems to do the trick. or does it? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's just as smiley and chirpy as ever though. And he's growing so fast. I've just had to put away most of his 0-3 months clothing and all the 3-6 month stuff hass made an appearance. His crib is up. He's sleeping in the crib, but inside his moses basket, so he can get used to it. He looks so adorable. (biased opinion maybe?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We're going into town later. Poor kid only really ever gets to go to Tesco or his nana Jan's (Kris' mum's) so town will be fun (if he's not asleep when we get there!) Just feeding him his bottle (and typing one handed) then we'll get dressed and head out. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2524130260088043348?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2524130260088043348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2524130260088043348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2524130260088043348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2524130260088043348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/woke-up-with-yawn-its-dawn-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-1937907843292506499</id><published>2007-09-03T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:30:22.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh what a world to take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From canyon deep to star above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All take their place to start the symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of a great big love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've seen the valley from the mountaintop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sailed cross the blue and back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From east to west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Majestic tapestry I can't comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(but that's not where I long to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(That's not where I long to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vic Mignogna -Far from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thsi is just a very quick update. i have posted some more pictures of my gorgeous little man for your viewing pleasure. he's growing up so fast and so gorgeous. *smiles* i just can't stop kissing his gorgeous little cheeks. Even if he is a drooly boy! And i do mean William, not Kris! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2021&amp;l=227be&amp;amp;id=500117209"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2021&amp;l=227be&amp;amp;id=500117209&lt;/a&gt;  I hope that works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-1937907843292506499?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1937907843292506499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=1937907843292506499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1937907843292506499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1937907843292506499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-what-world-to-take-my-breath-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-318743790063014786</id><published>2007-08-29T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:43:49.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roses are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And violets are blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One day we'll cruise down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blood Gulch avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's red versus red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And blue versus blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's I against I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And me against you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trocadero - Blood Gulch Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Somewhere in the receses of the month, it suddenly decided to be warm. all i can say is it's about time! We managed to pick up a really lovely cupboard for the bedroom. I can now put all my clothes away without doors falling off. It also means, since i have the room, i can now do loads mroe washing than i was before. i was onyl really washing the stuff we were going to need for the next few days, now i can go threw all my clothes, wash them all and pick those i want to get rid of and those i want to keep. (needed to do that for months now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My little man is sleeping at the moment. His dad went off to work for 8 this morning and won't be home till 4. That's not too bad. And he's working a 7 - 3 on saterday, so, ya know, can't really complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mum and i had an argument saterday and haven't seen each other since. To be honest, she was a compkete child about what i was tryiong (very carmly) to explain to her. And i n the end, it's her loss. I have a family of my own to take care of now, i can't be expect to take care of her. I bail her out iwth money, i listen to all her ravings about suicide and i really can't be doing with the burden when i have a little man to take care of. And like i said, she'll miss out cause she's not seeing William. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Any who, enough of that. Emotional baggage left at the door please! ^_^ i'm off to do some housework. * sigh* at least i can play my music loud! (though not too loud casue of little William's ears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jaa ne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-318743790063014786?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/318743790063014786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=318743790063014786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/318743790063014786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/318743790063014786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/roses-are-red-and-violets-are-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-3863870020883030156</id><published>2007-08-13T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:32:35.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iris - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've notice the colour for my font on this blog cahgnes every now and then. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i say this is a short blog it'll be massive, so you'll just have to sit ang wing it with me ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My dear friend Samantha will be in India by the time I type this. She's off to help out in the hotel business. I wish her every success and happiness. My lil man will be much older and have grown much larger by the time she returns. I am quite sad to hear she is leaving, yet at the same time i am happy that she is persuing her dreams, for our dreams are the things that keep us going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kris is on a night shift tonight and tomorrow (really i should be in bed) and the lil one has injections wednesday morning. I have plans for next weekend too. I have booked a Tarot reading. (i love that kind of stuff). I wonder what it will say? Hmmm, the mind wounders. (did i spell them right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;William is sleeping threw the night now. iIm pretty sure i already said that (and continue to on every post) but i like to cover myself, just in case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sat watching William sleep earlier and found myself getting a bit teary eyed. He is such a gorgeous little man, and i love him dearly. I get scared when he does his 'I don't look like i'm breathing' thing, am there for him to hug when he has his nightmares and love the little smile he gives when i quote Pirates of the Caribbean to him (i was telling him i had a jar of dirt, if you don't know what i mean, watch the second movie: Dead mans chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He even found it funny when i said a characters name sounded like a fish from japan (I was saying 'would you like a plate of Ikitaki? He laughed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's even started to suck his thumb, and was able to hold his own bottle the other day (not quite at the right angle to drink, but he held it steady so it didnt' fall. he's such a clever little man.) He holds himself up-right very well and is such an alert and interested boy. £10 says he's a monster when he learns to crawl! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I should curl up in bed and get some sleep. A tired mummy can do nothing for her little boy, and both Kris and William will need me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet dreams all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oyasuminasai (that's good night in japanese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-3863870020883030156?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3863870020883030156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=3863870020883030156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3863870020883030156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3863870020883030156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-id-give-up-forever-to-touch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4213446518596925408</id><published>2007-08-01T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:09:37.152Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take the time to make some sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of what you want to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And cast your words away upon the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then sail them home with Acquiesce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On a ship of hope today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And as they land upon the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tell them not to fear no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sing it loud and sing it proud today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The masterplan - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;William is fasinated with is hands and making his bouncy chair bouncy by himself. It's a funny life, being a baby. He is actually sat watching me type this, which is cute in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kris is back at work, doing his afternoon shift. He's back on night shifts over the weekend, which means sleeping alone. I'm not really bothered though, cause William has been sleeping for most of the night (normally asleep by 9 and awake at 6:30 - 7 ish) which is great for me! ^_^ Though now i've said that he won't. V_V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He's ever so awake during the days now. He might catch the odd two hour kip either in the morning or around 2 o'clock, but otherwise he's happy, chirpy and playful! It's lovely to see really. He's such a contented baby! My little William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is really just a quick post, i'm off to make myself some dinner before my stomach eats itself. Though that would help me lose some weight, it would also make me very ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4213446518596925408?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4213446518596925408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4213446518596925408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4213446518596925408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4213446518596925408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-time-to-make-some-sense-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-159247942878120526</id><published>2007-07-27T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:56:40.682Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm nabshin my afro suits me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's easy to clean just wash it once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The babes all like it cause it messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i like it 'cause i don't have to brush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afro song - Nabashin (Excel Saga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had SUCH an awsome day on monday! My mum William sat while kris and i got a bit of a mini holiday. Alton Towers!!!! can you believe it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The journey was quite good, especially for a holiday week. The first ride we went on was Rita, queen of speed. it's over in about 30 seconds but it's a real adrenalin pumper. Then the corkscrew... that ride is wicked. then we went on hex, got some food, went on oblivion, and then submission, which hangs you upside-down... (shivers) and then enterprise. After that we wandered around and went on the spinball whizzer. i went on a ride similar to it in my home town once with my friend sam. we ended up in the chronicle and echo for that too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that we decided to get drenched on the log flume, then hit the haunted house (which they have turned into a shoot-the lights/zombies game called duel) and then the river rapids and the runaway mine train. you grabbed some snacks (chocolate chip cookies... yummy yum yum) and i hit the Ripsaw alone. The guy oporating the water funnels was in a nasty mood so he soaked EVERYONE who went on the ride. and i mean RIGHT IN OUR FACES!!!! i dried off with kris on the blade (a pirate ship) and then we went on Nemesis. I ADORE that ride to DEATH!!!! Air was closed due to technical failer so we went on Rita and the Corkscrew again. by this time it was coming to ride close (5:30) so we got one more ride ont he Rapids, then the runaway mine train again. the first time on the train he sent us round three times, but on the last go we got FOUR time round. It was truly awsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once we'd finished the runaway mine train it was time to travel back to the car and back home. I was tired, poor old kris was exahsted and we slep VERY well that night. the next day we just vegged. i coudl hardly move and Kris could hardly keep his eyes open. William, on the other hand, was bright and happy and chirpy. Where do these babies get their energy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So that's kinda why there's been a lack-of-update. i've been recovering! lol ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hopefully it won't be so long before i up-date again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayonara for now peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^_^ ~Joey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-159247942878120526?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/159247942878120526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=159247942878120526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/159247942878120526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/159247942878120526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-nabshin-my-afro-suits-me-its-easy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6797638888100512965</id><published>2007-07-16T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:28:11.098Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But did you know, That when it snows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My eyes become large and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seal - Kiss from a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Willima has his three month injections on wednsday. I'm having my post natal then too. i know i should have done it ages ago, and really i have no excuse. At least i'm having it done now though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kirs has 17 days off as of friday of last week. hopefully if mum can book the day off to take care of Will then we're going to Alton Towers on the 27th. I can't wait to go on some of the more scary rides. they've added a new area to the Haunted house too. Awsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is only really a small entry. Kris and i bought a Wii. It's brilliant. I love the tennis and the bowling! Kris is more into the golf and the boxing, which i find quite broing myself. and i have such a sore arm from the baseball. We also got Mario party 8 and the mario football game. I wanna get Resident Evil 4 (obviously). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i gotta go. I should at least spend some time with Kris while i've got him home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6797638888100512965?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6797638888100512965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6797638888100512965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6797638888100512965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6797638888100512965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-used-to-be-greying-tower-alone-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2453757443081749881</id><published>2007-07-04T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:17:46.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Haruhi: When I opened the door, there was–)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We’re always here waiting for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so if something’s troubling you, let us hear about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even your sad face (don’t worry), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which was crying earlier (soon),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Look, we can change it to a smile before you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Honey: Change it to a smile!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Matta Ashita (See you Tomorrow) - Ouran High School Host club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since i last updated. A friend of mine has got back in touch after a Txt message that was sent. I love the way that happens. It was one of those 'chain' txts and i thought 'what a wonderful thing to send to her' and she e-mailed methe next day. I was so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;William has started giggling and smiling like a mad hatter now! It's so cute to see him so happy and chirpy. And Kris is just as mad, dancing around the sitting room and sticking his tounge out trying to make him smile. My mum even got him smiling by asking if his belly button fluff was the same colour blue as his T-shirt. William found that hillarious. Strange child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have soo much house work to do i have NO idea where to start. I suppose i could put the plates away first... or wash the baby's clothes... or just have a drink and think about it later. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We decided to go for a walk yesterday, and as soon as we left the house it started to rain. determined to go for this walk we continued on, got to the local shop and headed back. of course, as soon as we got home out came the sun! Typical, i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh well, hindesight is a wonderful thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I better go and do this house work, for it shall not do itself (mores the pitty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, take care and be safe for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2453757443081749881?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2453757443081749881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2453757443081749881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2453757443081749881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2453757443081749881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/haruhi-when-i-opened-door-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4397046719489290260</id><published>2007-06-20T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:12:40.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heaven's gates won't open up for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With these broken wings I'm fallin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These city walls ain't got no love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And all I need from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Savin' me - Nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ho hum... What can i say. It's been an interesting couple of weeks. William is now 2 months old, and has had his first set of injections. poor kid was very brave... two injections into his legs. one in his right leg, which he pretty much ignored, but the one in his left leg made him very grouchy. Luckly he was fine after a quick drink of milk and a mummy-hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then off to Tesco for some lunch for mum and dad over the next few days and he was gone. zonked... bless him. I now see what my mum meant when she said about being 'overly protective'. the minuet i saw those needles going towards my son i felt like saying 'don't you hurt my little boy.... i'll box your ears in i will!' but they were for his own good.... and now he's sat on the sofa with his daddy watching him play Final Fantasy XII on the Playstation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's off out again on friday. we're off to see a very close friend. Well, more like family really. a trip in to town followed by a well overdue Visit. I'm just lucky that kris isn;t working an evening over the weekend. they changed his shifts cause they have loads of people on the evening shift so he's doing a morning. I'm not quite sure why i'm telling you all this, but... hey, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well... i can't think of much else to say really... i suppose i better go give William his medicine. horrible tasting stuff... i got some on my finger the other day and didn't realise, got some choc on my finger, licked it off and tasted Williams Folic Acid. Eck! Poor kid, now i know why he pulls a face when i give it to him. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4397046719489290260?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4397046719489290260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4397046719489290260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4397046719489290260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4397046719489290260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/heavens-gates-wont-open-up-for-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4175829950504656791</id><published>2007-06-01T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:46:09.237Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soldier A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soldier A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The un-sung hero of anime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hip horray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For Solider A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He only has one line but saves the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's called apon to grunt or yell or scream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even if his mouth is never seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thre the fray, with ne'er to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He'll lead the way, he's Soldier A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soldier A - Vic Mignogna (Used with permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once again i'm listening to Metafiction by Vic Mignogna. It's such a wonderful album... and i love this song (Soldier A) If you get a chance, go onto his myspace site Vicmignognamusic and listen to his songs. There will onyl be four of them, and i Suggest Mothing i won't give and Je N'ai Pas De Mots. He wrote it for his girlfriend, Michele. It's a lovely song and really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So if you get the chance, go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vicmignognamusic"&gt;www.myspace.com/vicmignognamusic&lt;/a&gt; and listen to Nothing i won;t give, Je N'ai Pas De Mots and Soldier A! you won't regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;William was at the Grandparents last night. he'd been crying from 2 in the morning wednesday till about 1 o clock yesterday. Kris had done a night shift and was un-able to sleep and i had gone threw everything to try and sort William out. The thing that annoyed me, was just as Laurence truned up to take him, he calmed down. We went out to say goodbye to Will and he looked at me as if to say 'mummy, why are you sending me away?' which, of course, made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but it gives me time to do some housework. do the washing up, the washing, hover... all that jazz... (hehe, chicago. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So i better got do it. Just thought i'd let you guys know about the wonderful Vic's webpage and his wonderful music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~ Joey ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4175829950504656791?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4175829950504656791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4175829950504656791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4175829950504656791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4175829950504656791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/soldier-soldier-the-un-sung-hero-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4080403863182725622</id><published>2007-05-29T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:29:57.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now gather ‘round for a tale that's tall&lt;br /&gt;But true as it can be&lt;br /&gt;‘bout the day the Rangers of Risembool&lt;br /&gt;met the Skirts in middle Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the MSA&lt;br /&gt;a giant of a fella&lt;br /&gt;set out to show that his miniskirts&lt;br /&gt;were anything but yella&lt;br /&gt;The Legend of Middle Tenneessee - Vic Mignogna (Used with permission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saterday has come and gone and I had a blast. The Photo's have been taken and downloaded onto my Facebook.com account, I have seen myself in three Youtube videos (Ranger Skit and Ranger cake. the other I can't remember) and I have so such a sore throat that I think I'm funding the Lemsip compony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic was as lovely as everyone who'd already met him had said, and his girlfriend, Michele, is just as lovely. We got to have a good natter about following Vic and how lucky they both where to have each other. She's in one of the photo's actually... She was very gorgeous. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatly, the weather changed just as I left for the tube. I was glad that it didn't rain till the late afternoon/evening. We went outside with Vic and he was so funny. If you look on Youtube for either 2007 Ranger Skit or Ranger cake, you'll see us! Risembool Rangers Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobve to Vic, thank you so much for making my day so lovely and being such a noce guy!&lt;br /&gt;And Lobve to my fellow rangers, for without you, I would have been lost all day!&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4080403863182725622?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4080403863182725622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4080403863182725622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4080403863182725622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4080403863182725622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-gather-round-for-tale-thats-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-1941328444578234886</id><published>2007-05-27T08:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:31:20.524Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now gather round for a tale that's tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But true as it can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;about the day the Rangers of Risembool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;met the Skirts in middle Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The leader of the MSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a giant of a fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;set out to show that his miniskirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;were anything but yella(Ooo ooo ooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Across the line a shorter man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But with fire in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Would lead the Rangers in their quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To squash the skirt-clad guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Legend of Middle Tenneessee - Vic Mignogna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG!!!! I was so brave yesterday. I went to London on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There was an Anime Expo on at the Custom House Center and I went to meet Vic Mignogna (Said minyona, I think it's Italian) And i had a great time. I meet up with the UK Risembool Rangers (Vic official fan club) and bought loads of great stuff. My throat hurts from all the giggling, shouting and all around madness of the day, and I got so many Vic Hugs that I though I was going to die and end up in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apart from the day Kris asked me out, the day I married him and the day my son was born, that was the best day of my life! (have to remember my priorities (SP) are right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-1941328444578234886?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1941328444578234886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=1941328444578234886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1941328444578234886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/1941328444578234886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-gather-round-for-tale-thats-tall_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-8101463437931421102</id><published>2007-05-21T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:16:42.209Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's throught for everyman who tries to understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what is in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He walks along the open road of love and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;surviving if he can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bound with all the weight of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the words he tried to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chained to all the places that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he never wished to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as he faced the sun he cast no shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oasis - Cast No Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sit here with William in my arms, grazing on his milk while fighting off the sandman. I've just said goodbye to Kris, he won't be home now untill at least 7:45 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next saterday is the London Expo. I'm excited, as i hace been allowed to go, yet nervouse, for I shall be travelling alone. O_O I'm not even sure if the trains will be running from Northampton, though i recon they will. I'll be dropping William off at my mum's at about 6:30 in the morning so i can get the bus to the station. I'm hoping everything goes smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Found some wonderful pieces of music on the net the other day, some of which i would have had to record from the Games/animes themselves otherwise. I love how that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, Master Cadd has succomed to the sandman, so i should get some kip myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Be safe and take care! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-8101463437931421102?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8101463437931421102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=8101463437931421102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8101463437931421102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/8101463437931421102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-throught-for-everyman-who-tries.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-3495721854528875869</id><published>2007-05-18T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:25:23.667Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So where do we go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And how to forget and forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's gone is forever lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now all we can do is live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brothers - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fullmetal&lt;/span&gt; Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My gorgeous little one month old is laying beside me getting some well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deserved&lt;/span&gt; kip. I went to see a Medium last night, so Kris was left to take care of William. It was good for him, it gave him and William some time to bond (which was much needed.) Kris is on afternoons over the weekend, so he's up for Will at night. It means i get to sleep and not have to worry about Will till monday and tuesday (when Kris is on his night shifts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;William is getting better at the nigth-time feeds. He's not staying awake as long as he used to and is being better for Kris. The health visitor weighed him last week, and he'd grown to six pounds, when she weighed him this week he was 6 pound 12. That's 12 ounces in one week. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found myself singing to him the other night an altered version of The Automatics song, Monster. Their lyrics are (If you haven't heard it) 'What's that coming over the hill, is it a monster?'. I was singing 'What's that guzzling milk on my lap, is it a monster?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Needless to say William was not impressed. V_V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In a few months time (after my brothers Graduation) i shall be holding a get together for family and friends to come and see William. I might also try and get around to your houses and show him off (When i can arrange it with both you guys and Kris, who is, as always, my 'Taxi')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Steven, My Brother-in-law, found some excellent Ringtones on the internet that took me right back to my childhood. I asked him to send two of them to my phone, one of which, unfortunalty, arrived corrupted. Dangermouse theme tune (Which was the Corrupted one) And Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles. Both of which were programmes i used to love 'when i were but a nipper'. (lol, crazy yorkshire slang and stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wish Dangermouse worked, but instead, my ringtone is now TNHT. *Sigh* Dangermouse Rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-3495721854528875869?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3495721854528875869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3495721854528875869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-where-do-we-go-from-here-and-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-5235975679665402262</id><published>2007-05-08T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:24:15.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In this farewell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's no blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's no aliby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause I've drawn regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of a thousand Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So let mercy come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And wash away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What i've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been two weeks, five days and oh so many hours since my son came into the world, and I never expected it to be so... Emotional. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I knew it would be hard work. I have a whole life to take care of... But i've never cried so much in my life. First i cried cause it was four in the morning and i had to change his nappy, but he wouldn;t sit still and stop wriggling. Then a few days later I had just finished feeding him and he'd fallen asleep and I just burst into tears while watching him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Poor old Kris went back to work yesterday, So sunday and Monday nights I was up for William when he cried. I've also been told off for not resting. I must admit, after the kitchen being done (which is finished.... YAY ^_^) I decided to re-arange my kitchen cupboards, do the (mountain) of washing up, do the (other mountain) of washing, hoover and wash my kitchen floor. not all in one day mind, but I had just come out of hospital with a massive scar and i should have been resting. Obviously i was taking care of William too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The only downside is Kris promised to help me with William, but he still seems to attached to his computer, then complains when I tell him off for not helping me out with our son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Men, can't live with 'em, can't flush 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i better run. I've fed William but not had a chance to have any Breakfast myself... Though it's more like Brunch now. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-5235975679665402262?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5235975679665402262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=5235975679665402262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5235975679665402262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5235975679665402262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-this-farewell-theres-no-blood-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2356006301641160301</id><published>2007-05-03T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:32:36.672Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who has to know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;William is now two weeks and one day old. He's not taken to breast feeding, which is a shame cause i was looking forward to it. I suppose i should at least be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thankfull&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taht&lt;/span&gt; he's gained weight since he's been out of the hospital, since in his first week he lost a little bit of weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kris and I are coping. The nights are sometimes hard, since William, on two occasions, decided to wake up at 3 in the morning and not settle till about 6. We checked if he was hungry, needed burping, was too hot, too cold, wanted a hug... he just wanted to wriggle, and cried when we put him down... do we just sat up with him till he cried himself to sleep. It's hard to leave him crying like that and not being able to help him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Most of the time once he's been changed and fed, he'll fall back to sleep. He's very good at taking his medicine too. He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Folic&lt;/span&gt; Acid and a Vitamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Supplement&lt;/span&gt;, both of which are in liquid form and both of which he takes without fuss. We normally let him take them with milk. It covers the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of them not tasting very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'd like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apologise&lt;/span&gt; for my spelling. I would have spell checked it before i posted, but sometimes you miss the odd one or two . If you go to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;www.facebook.com&lt;/a&gt; and look at my profile, you can see some really nice pictures of him (and some terrible ones of me) while we were in hospital. He, as usual, looks gorgeous, i on the other hand, look a mess. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i shall say my goodbyes, Master William is due a feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2356006301641160301?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2356006301641160301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2356006301641160301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2356006301641160301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2356006301641160301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-keep-you-my-dirty-little-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-7156092860067903440</id><published>2007-04-23T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:42:35.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rose: What do I have to live for? You tell me that, Ed!&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You'll have to find that out on your own. Move forward. You've got a good strong pair of legs, Rose. I suggest you use them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope you're ready for a long blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was admitted to Barrett maternarty hospital on Monday with high blood pressure, protine in my urine and the knowledge that my baby's growth had slowed ever so slightly from 20 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At 28 weeks I'm induced. Told i can only have the gell 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Contractions started on the monday night, but not enough, and i only dilated 1 cm. (i need to be quite a few before they can break my waters) Next morning they tried again, then in the afternoon, but once again i didn't have enough contractions and only dilated an extra cm. I was starting to get very aggitated. Wednesday i was moved to a room and preped for a cesarian section. This is were it starts to get fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The midwive came to take some blood and i had a drip installed. I'd been Nil By Mouth since midnight, so i was starving, hence the drip. Kris' face was paler than mine. I was tagged, dressed in an operation gown and at three they took me to the operating theater. Kris had to stay outside while i had an anesthetic injection into my back. I was then given a few moments to let it work. They spray cold spray onto your arm and say tell me when you feel the same coldness on your leg. Once you feel nothing up to about your waist Kris is allowed back in and the C-Section starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't tell you what they do, i refused to look, but i can feel them touching me and i feel a pulling feeling in my stomach. Before i knew it, baby William James Cadd is being weighed, tagged and given his Vitamin K injection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He weighed 5 pound 4 and was born at 45 mins past three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While they were 'stitching me up' William was wrapped and placed on my chest for me to hold. His eyes were the most gorgeouse blue and he looked perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was moved back to the high-dependancy ward and given an injection and some pain killers. Kris and William had already been sent through. I was sleepy and hungry but very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On thursday i was moved to Sandringham Ward and there we stayed till Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are both very happy to be home, and photo's of my special little guy will be posted on Facebook as soon as. Thank you to everyone who has helped me out during my pregnancy and if you haven't already been to see us, William and I will be around to say hi soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S. Here is a link to the first pic of William i took. it was done on my phone so it might not be very good. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyinpink.smugmug.com/photos/146894145-S.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://ladyinpink.smugmug.com/photos/146894145-S.jpg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-7156092860067903440?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7156092860067903440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=7156092860067903440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7156092860067903440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/7156092860067903440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/rose-what-do-i-have-to-live-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2200930120070598504</id><published>2007-04-08T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:29:55.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, Friday was the quickest visit to the hospital all week. I arrived at about ten to 3, was seen to at 3 o' clock, had my blood pressure taken and my sample checked and was getting back in the car by 10 past. My blood pressure has gone down, so they're really happy about that. No more talk of being induced (yet, but i still have three weeks) and they've asked meto go back next week, but it being Easter Weekend and the Doctor i need to see is only in on monday so i can't really go till wed/thurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm kinda hoping i have the baby sometime soon though, the breathing thing i can handle but it's getting uncomfortable just to sit in a chair. Any chair. I can't rest in a sofa, i can't sit in a recliner... i even have trouble sitting at the computer... I wanna sit in comfort!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The funny thing is that the midwife has told me the baby has turned round ready to be born, so it's bum is in my face. Tehe Bum-face. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Going to my friends house on Wednesday. It's been a while since i've seen her and she's back in our hometown for easter. We're gonna get together for Pizza and watch DVD's and i'm gonna show her how big my bump has grown since i saw her last. ^_^ Everyone has been having a feel, and then looking at me as if to say 'you've eaten a human'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My mum has said my bump has dropped, which is another sign that it might not be too long now. Everything is packed, the nursery is set up, the car seat is in the car and i have PJ's i can wear while i'm breast feeding, so now all i need to do is sit back, wait for the contractions to start and have the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's to the third biggest desition of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X Joey X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2200930120070598504?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2200930120070598504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2200930120070598504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2200930120070598504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2200930120070598504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired-of-being-what-you-want-me-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4717132496905930424</id><published>2007-04-05T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:47:09.445Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fallen angels at my feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whispered voices in my ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Death before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lying next to me i fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it's been a long and tiring week and it's only thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The midwife appointment on monday showed my blood pressure was high and, on saturday, i had experianced a mild numbness spell and tunnel vision. Convinced the two might not be connected but a little worried, the midwife sent me to the Antenatal assessment unit at the hospital where i was hooked up to a machine that monitored the baby's heart beat and any possible tightening of the womb. My blood pressure was taken again and they asked to take some bloods and send them away for testing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quite a scary thing when you only have like, three weeks to go anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, they tell me my bloods are fine but there is cause for concern with my blood pressure and can i go back on wednesday. so back i go, hooked up to machine again and urin sample tested. I am now told there are trace amounts of protine in my urine... they are making sure i don't get pre-eclempsia. I have to give them 24 hours worth of urine samples and go back on friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My bloods are taken again, the baby, i am reassured, is perfectly fine, but i may have to be induced. I'm told it's likely i won't be carrying the baby to it's due date. They want to leave it for as long as possible, but it looks like i might be having this baby earlier than expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm in again on friday, as i said, so we'll see what they say then, but they're convinced in the Labour ward that my blood pressure won't get any lower and so they want to keep an eye on me. I'll be hooked up tot he machine, have my blood pressure taken, my bloods checked and i might even be admitted to hospital. It's fun trying to keep a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fingers crossed everything goes well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4717132496905930424?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4717132496905930424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4717132496905930424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4717132496905930424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4717132496905930424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/fallen-angels-at-my-feet-whispered.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-4770723625976669029</id><published>2007-03-26T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:21:23.542Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We the people fight for our existence&lt;br /&gt;We don't claim to be perfect, But we're free&lt;br /&gt;We dream our dreams alone with no resistance&lt;br /&gt;Fading like the stars we wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five weeks to go before my due date. Kris helped me pack all the items i would need for the hospital. Still things like open front nighties and nursing bra's to buy, but i have a while to get them yet so i'm ok. Obviously i don't want to leave it too long since technically i could give birth any day now. O_O Kris' mum mentioned wanting to go shopping with me for that kind of stuff, so i might mention it to her when we go over on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a midwife appointment on the 2nd april, an exact month from my due date, then two weeks later a GP appointment the 2 weeks later my last midwife appointment and hopefully my birth. T_T it's going so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I have antenatle classes on 12th and 19th april, both run from 2pm - 4 pm, both at the childrens center. Kris and i are looking forward to those, me mainly so i can learn how to 'breath threw the pain' so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much more to tell. It's all pretty much same old same old for the next five weeks. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Not long now and i'll be a mummy for the first time. (tries not to cry) It's all so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-4770723625976669029?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4770723625976669029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=4770723625976669029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4770723625976669029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/4770723625976669029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-people-fight-for-our-existence-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6331221856969113592</id><published>2007-03-20T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:30:16.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am an arms dealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fitting you with weapons in the form of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't really care which side wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As long as the room keeps singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's just the business I'm in, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ahoy hoy! Some good news and some bad news. The good news is I only have six weeks left till i'm due. I have appointments every two weeks now. One yesterday with bobby, then i have one on the second of april, which will be an exact month from my due date ^_^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The bad news is the sickness has come back. Not as badly as it was in my 'first' six weeks, but it's still annoying. I was told that some women have morning sickness throughout pregnancy, so i suppose i've been lucky. I was glad when it died down after the first three months, then it was every now and then. (maybe i wasn't cooking my food properly or my body just didn';t like what i was eating? Could be anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Measured the baby, it's a little small apparantly. OH! Jan (Kris' mum, my mother-in-law) had taped some birthing programmes for me, just to get my head around what i'm to expect... I was so shocked. The baby comes out Purple! No one told me the baby would be purple! I worry enough about things to know my baby is going to be purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I panicked. "Will the baby be alright? It won;t stay that colour for long will it?" I asked. Jan assured me the baby was quite fine and the colour would start to fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You have to remember it's been in your womb and in water already. It's been happening for years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I blinked. "Yes... but the only time i've ever seen something purple is when it's having trouble breathing... I don't think i can do this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well, it's a bit late to be saying that now, isn't it. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6331221856969113592?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6331221856969113592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6331221856969113592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6331221856969113592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6331221856969113592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-arms-dealer-fitting-you-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-6100704813614583059</id><published>2007-03-15T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:22:28.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I lost a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Carpets are in and the house looks lovely. It's certainly a change for the place to start looking like a home now. Hopefully going to feel well enough to sort the nursery out today or tomorrow. Sickness has come back (sulks) so i'm trying to take it easy. I'm guessing it's cause the baby is taking up the room where i would normally be able to breathe and move, so my food is being squished. Ew, squishy food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh! a really big Argos van has just pulled up outside. Looks like someone's been shopping! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'd love to go out shopping but moving makes me feel queezy. O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kinda double, well, triple booked myself for saterday. Louise might have her car (she passed her test, which is ace, and has seen a really nice Red Ford KA which she's picking up today) so she said she might drive over, I asked Jan to come over and bring the baby stuff she had so we can go threw the nursery stuff and of course, mum will prob ask me when i wanna go tesco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fun fun fun! T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got the dentis tomorrow.... (sulk sulk) i hate going, cause lets face it, the dentist isn't the most pleasent experiance in the world (though that view might change in 6/7 weeks time ^_^) and then MOTHERS DAY is sunday ladies and gents... don't go forgetting now! Then it's the Midwife on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The days are just packed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-6100704813614583059?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6100704813614583059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=6100704813614583059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6100704813614583059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/6100704813614583059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-did-i-go-wrong-i-lost-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-5151823348309874557</id><published>2007-03-08T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:40:11.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Konban Wa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's like, 23:29 on thursday and I should be in bed. O_O i am soooo down right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is, like, a mega quick one. it's not so much the Video i want you to pay attention to but the song. There is an anime i have fallen in love with called 'Fullmetal Alchemist' and it's all about how when the main characters (Ed and Al Elric) Mother dies, they use a fornidden Alchemy Transmutation (spell) to try and bring her back and it backfires. Ed losses his right arm and his left leg and Al's body is taken away. To save his brother Ed binds Al's soul to a suit of armour so he can 'live' and the two journey to try and fix each other via use of the Philosophers Stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This song is usual in russian, the man singing is the american voice actor for Ed's character, Vic Mignogna. I just thought it's such a beautiful song, i had to share it with the world. If you do watch the vid i will warn you, this may look like a Cartoon (growls) but REAL anime is made for adult audiances and 'pokemon' and 'yu-gi'oh' have been americanised or 'sugar coated' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There might be blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, here it is... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLy04NnUnlA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLy04NnUnlA&lt;/a&gt; check it out.... it;s a lovely piece of music with gorgeous lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ha, and i said this was a quick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-5151823348309874557?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5151823348309874557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=5151823348309874557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5151823348309874557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/5151823348309874557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/konban-wa-its-like-2329-on-thursday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-3898139984049767355</id><published>2007-03-06T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:53:28.584Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're giving me to many things latley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're all i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eight weeks left. Next week the carpets are coming and then hopefully at the end of the month the new kitchen will be fitted. Hopeing it's all done before i go into labour. I still remember how shocked i was to find out i was six weeks gone when i went to the midwife for the first time, and that went quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's getting so much closer that i'm now in two minds. I'm happy it's coming to an end, becuase the need to cry for no real reason is starting to set in, but i'm a little worried about what's going to happen and how everything will go. I'm not even sure how long they keep you in for these days, so do i need overnight stuff or just enough stuff to have the baby, chill for a few hours and then go home? I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I suppose all i can do now is sit back relax and wait for it all to unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-3898139984049767355?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3898139984049767355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=3898139984049767355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3898139984049767355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/3898139984049767355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-giving-me-to-many-things-latley.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-2753835366988108857</id><published>2007-02-28T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:39:03.948Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mails and Birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Every breath you take, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Every move you make,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Every bond you break, every step you take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll be watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's my 23rd birthday today, and it feels like an ordinary day. Got £35 worth of vouchers for Marks and Spencers from my grandfather, a gorgeous birthstone fairy from my friend Louise and Stay Alive and Clue on DVD from my Husband. Not a bad turn out to be fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Birthdays get boring the older you get. I don't really want anything and we don't really need anything, so there wasn't really much to expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will say i have had to close my e-mail account on mailbolt.com. I had some problems with them so i've shut it down and am going to try and start again. If you need to contact me, my other e-mail address is &lt;a href="mailto:Lady_Kattrina84@Yahoo.co.uk"&gt;Lady_Kattrina84@Yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and i have no problem with you contacting me there. In fact, i would love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm off to watch Never mind the Buzzcocks on Channel 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It funny... it make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S please check this place out. &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Josie-Lou!count"&gt;http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Josie-Lou!count&lt;/a&gt; All you have to do is type in your name and it will do the rest. It's free and it's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-2753835366988108857?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2753835366988108857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=2753835366988108857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2753835366988108857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/2753835366988108857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/every-breath-you-take-every-move-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-117209717971158213</id><published>2007-02-21T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:33:37.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's a new day But it all feels old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's a good life that's what I'm told,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But everything, it all just feels the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's getting close to my 31st week, which means a trip to the GP. This, unfortunatly, means i will have to have blood taken. I was supposed to have some taken at 28 weeks, but the Midwife forgot and i got off scott free (HOORAY!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This blog is going to be about slightly different things. I have been watching (a lot) of old Friends Episodes on E4+1 (it's on before the Scrubs double bill) and it's been reminding me of the old days at my friends house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are so many brilliant moments in friends, like when Monica wears the Turkey on her head to cheer Chandler up and frightens Joey. And the time Chandler walks into the apartment to find the chick and the duck watching the cooking channel and he makes that really funny 'ahh ahh' noise. And of course, When Phoebe has the triplets and she goes for the 'mini high-fives, yay'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just wanted to remember some smiles and laughs. I' not really sure if this blog had a purpose, but i feel better for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-117209717971158213?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/117209717971158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=117209717971158213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117209717971158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117209717971158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-new-day-but-it-all-feels-old-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-117174920473310795</id><published>2007-02-17T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:53:24.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the Panda went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm sat alone on the sofa trying to think of something to tell you. There have been no changes with the baby, i still have (counts in head) 10 weeks left (roughly two months, doesn't ound like much does it.) and when i went to see my friend kate at Next (she has a five year old son) she said i wasn't looking very big for 29/30 weeks, but i was certainly happier and glowing. I suppose loosing all that weight due to morning sickness must have helped with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Kate isn't the only one who's commented on me being so un-pregnant looking. It could be cause i wear a bulky cadigan when i go out, having been used to trying to hide my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then again, those who have seen my bump have said it's a proper baby bump... I stil can't get the feeling of being fat out of my mind. T_T I'm so insecure about my image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmm, i've just scanned this and it's turning out to be a ranting blog, so i might just wrap it up before i start monologing. Oh, but the great thing is, my dad sent someone over to measure up the carpets. She's going to get in contact with my dad and they're gonna talk about prices etc. It's so great! Free carpets and a free kitchen... Ace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i'm off to watch some TV. And eat Cadbury's creme eggs... Oh yeah, yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-117174920473310795?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/117174920473310795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=117174920473310795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117174920473310795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117174920473310795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-panda-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-117148571855403623</id><published>2007-02-14T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:41:58.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roses are Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Violets are Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's valentine's Day. Or should i say Valentine's evening. I'm tired, I'm cold and i'm home alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My darling husband has been at work since 1:15pm and won't be home till 9:45pm. I don't expect a card or present, but it would have been nice to spend some time with him. (I haven't slept all night in about a month, so i wasn't up till midday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The baby is using my energy to kick me and move about. I would like to use my energy to tidy the house, but never mind. Got the chance to catch up on some gossip at Next today. Went into town town to get some food so i nipped in to say 'hi'. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They all say i don't look very pregnant. (bare in mind i'm 29 weeks gone) But i suppose that's good. I don't look fat! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My dad has started the ball rolling with some carpets and a kitchen. The people sorting the carpets measured up the house yesterday so she's going to get in contact with dad about figures etc. We got loads of stuff for the nursery! Which is great! I have, like three pushchairs. One 3 way all in one crazy pushchair that is a car seat, pushchair and a carry cot?! One easily foldable pushchair for when the child is more of a toddler and one for pretty much having around incase the other two break/disappear/evaporate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now all i really need is the baby. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ugh! Kris has evening shifts over the weekend, so i'll be sleeping alone Friday, Saturday and Sunday. T_T It does mean he's off all day Monday and Tuesday, though Monday he'll be sleeping most of the day. O_O then again, so might i!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, the baby want's to beat me up so i'm gonna go get comfy on the sofa and wait for Kris to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-117148571855403623?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/117148571855403623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=117148571855403623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117148571855403623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117148571855403623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/roses-are-red-violets-are-blue-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-117085237402915087</id><published>2007-02-07T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:48:14.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wonder boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is the secret of your power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's official. I think everyone in my family has contributed something to the baby. Mum has bought some toys, my dad and step mum have given me some three in one pram that i have a sneaking suspition cameode in Transformers, Aunty Adele just gave us a life time supply of baby furniture and linen, Grandad has given me a Moses Basket that my Grandma is fixing up for me, and even grandpa can sort out some of the broken wicker lining... The mother-in-law has bought me no end of baby bottles, nappies, baby grows, cotton wool buds... you can see where this is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm a little nervous, because i have to have a blood test this week and i'm not so hot on needles, (I'm sure this you know already) but the previous tests that came back are all negative, which is great to hear. Carpets in the house are being sorted, dad's taken measurements for the new kitchen and the house is starting to look less like a dumping ground. Everything is coming together nicely. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i heard the babies heart beat for the first time on monday. It was like budumpbudumpbudumpbudumpbudump... Like a proper thumpthump. It's really fast until about three weeks after it's born then it calms down to the normal speed. It was soo cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm starting to enjoy this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-117085237402915087?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/117085237402915087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=117085237402915087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117085237402915087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117085237402915087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/wonder-boy-what-is-secret-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-117034627845709578</id><published>2007-02-01T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:08:27.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some times that means dying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sometimes that means killing a whole lotta people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sin City Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend i'm travelling T'north to visit my Aunt and Uncle. Really looking forward to it, i always enjoy seeing them. Hopefully i will come home with more baby stuff than i could possibly buy in one sitting. things like the crib, a moses basket, a baby chair, a pushchair... I don't remember the exact list, but it was long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This does, of course, mean that kris' car has now been fixed. Everything (thank god) now works, so we can travel far away and not worry about getting stranded in the middle of the motorway with nothing but a drink of Ribena and each other. (of course we'll have our phones, so we won't be 'stranded' per say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The baby is starting to move more. And i mean like, i've had a total of six hours sleep over the past two nights. It's not just the baby moving now, it's also pelvic pains (getting ready to push a cannon ball threw a pin hole I expect. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On a different note, and i'm not sure how many of you will be interested, but it was released today that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be released on the 21st July in Waterstones and all good (and some of the bad) bookshops, internet sites and for birthday presents etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do i think about the rumours J.K rowling will kill off Harry? i know she's killing two characters, wouldn't it be an exciting fight if it was both Harry and Voldemort? And will the delightful Lucius Malfoy be released from Azkaban for this book? We shall have to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peace out! ^_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-117034627845709578?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/117034627845709578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=117034627845709578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117034627845709578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/117034627845709578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-time-to-prove-to-your-friends-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116990071126008278</id><published>2007-01-27T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:25:11.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Listen to your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before you tell him goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. I'm ready to accept that, due to the growth of my baby and the weight i have been loosing, there is not alot of room left in my tummy. Fair enough. But that does not justify an attack of the limbs at half past 3 in the morning. I feel my baby is playing the Hockey Cockey in my stomach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It started off as the odd feeling of something brushing my tummy, and has escalated to a full blown morse code performance. Do babies even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; morse code? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once the 'party' died down i was able to get back to sleep, but had wriggled around so much getting a comfortable spot that i was ill this morning. It didn't help that i had to indure the 'party' again at about half ten. I often think i'm missing out on something in there? I'm waiting for the music to start and party poppers to be let off. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well, only 13/14 weeks to go, then the little darling can kick me for real. and be sick on me, and poo everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh joy. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116990071126008278?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116990071126008278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116990071126008278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116990071126008278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116990071126008278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/listen-to-your-heart-before-you-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116948724422586443</id><published>2007-01-22T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:38:53.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The quickest way to a man's heart is threw his breast pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just ready very brifley someone's comment on the Psycological ending of some horror movies. The one he mentioned in particular was one where the crawling monsters of the movie (which I shall not name incase you which to watch it) are all in the main characters mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel that, movies such as 'Signs', 'Underworld', 'Resident Evil' and '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dawn of the dead' are good because they play on our childhood fears of Aliens, Zombies, Werewolves and the Unknown. Why do we have to feel that believeing in these things is wrong? I personaly embrace the fears I had as a child, simply because, and I hope this makes sence, there is nothing wrong with fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I still wake up from nightmares where Zombies have somehow made their way into the house and i'm trapped. or i'm lost in the woods and I hear something chasing me. I hate to quote a fantasy book, but Professor Lupin in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban says to Harry, and I quote "That suggess that what you fear most of all is - fear. Very wise" ok it's sad that I know that, but this suggests to me that Childhood fears are a good thing to bring over into our adulthood. These things we fear, don't they keep us human, make us seem more real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;People often talk about what it would be like to be a kid again. Start by fearing the unknown instead of trying to give it a condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And look out behind you. ^_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116948724422586443?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116948724422586443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116948724422586443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116948724422586443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116948724422586443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/quickest-way-to-mans-heart-is-threw.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116946411217231231</id><published>2007-01-22T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:07:19.099Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sold my soul for the second time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause the man don't pay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Importance of being Idle - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last week I had my 25th week trip to the midwife. It went better than I thought. I had horrible images of her telling me I wasn't doing something or that the baby wasn't growing fast enough (I still feel like i'm just fat, not pregnant, people assure me otherwise) But everything is fine. She has this little machine that allows you to listen to the baby's heart beat and the minuet she placed it on my tummy the baby kicked right there. It was quite funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three months left and I feel like I should be doing so much more than just sitting here growing my baby. The nursery is painted and we are traveling to my aunts on feb 4th to collect as much baby equipment as we can fill the car with. Providing we have a car by then. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Still being fixed at the mo, but they're getting everything that needs fixing fixed and giving it a new MOT so it'll be a dream to drive when Kris finally gets it back. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The mother-in-law has been wonderful. She's gone out and bought so much stuff that we never would have been able to pick up, nappies, baby grows, cotton wool buds, sudocream, baby lotion, baby shampoo, baby wipes, sports bras for me and a lovely top that kris says makes me look beautiful. (it shows off my bump so i wasn't so sure, but everyone else loves it.) The pile of baby stuff grows by the day, which is great, and i'm really looking forwards to being able to start sorting out the nursery furniture, though the mother-in-law is probably far more excited than I am. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's amazing to think that I was counting the three months last time to judge when the morning sickness would be over, now here I sit with my baby belly counting down the three months before the baby's due. It's a funny old world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116946411217231231?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116946411217231231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116946411217231231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116946411217231231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116946411217231231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/sold-my-soul-for-second-time-cause-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116888922924184157</id><published>2007-01-15T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:06:35.447Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;True perfection has to be imperfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that that sounds foolish but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; by Little - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it's been a hectic couple of days. Been brave and seen the dentist to get my teeth fixed up. Got another appoinment next tuesday which i'm not looking forwards to. Got a trip to Milton Keynes tomorrow and the Midwife on Wednesday, then Thursday Kris is getting his car fixed. Early mornings for the next few days, which sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it does mean i get to talk to the midwife about how long i have left. I've calculated three months (i'm roughly 24-25 weeks) and i'd like to discuss what i have to be ready for, anything i might need etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally finished the painting of the Nursery. E-mailed my dad about the carpets and spoken to my aunt about going over for lunch and too look at the Baby stuff. Really excited, still scared, but that's only because i'm a wuss when it comes to pain and it's my first baby. I just know that when they place that baby in my arms all the fear and all the worrying will feel like nothing. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Kris will be beside me threw it all, so what do i have to fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116888922924184157?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116888922924184157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116888922924184157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116888922924184157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116888922924184157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-perfection-has-to-be-imperfect-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116803435330573526</id><published>2007-01-05T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:01:13.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I needed you today&lt;br /&gt;So where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one, and i mean quick. I was checking over my Personal Maternity Record and have just calculated that i have three months and one week left until my baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;Three months... one week... baby...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirly sure we have enough time to sort everything out before the baby is born. We have only just been able to start the second coat on the nursery walls and we have no idea what's going on about kitting the place out, so i think it's time we sat down and started to have the 'official talk' that i've been dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late, i'm tired and i need chocolate. Which reminds me, any one ever read a book named Blood and Chocolate by Annete Curtis Klause? It's about a werewolf who falls in love with a mortal but the head of the pack wants to make her his mate. There's gonna be a movie about it but i wanted to read the book first and i wondered what poeple thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, that wasn't really very quick now, was it. *bites bottom lip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116803435330573526?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116803435330573526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116803435330573526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116803435330573526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116803435330573526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-needed-you-today-so-where-did-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116765679035076578</id><published>2007-01-01T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:06:30.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Give me a minute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a man's got a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't get a life if my heart's not in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, it's 2007, Chinese New Year of the Boar. I was, like many of Britan, watching the firework display on TV last night where they set London alight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I found it hard to surpress my view, which I shared with my Husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"How come when Guy Fawkes tried to blow up london like that he was stopped but if you do it in the name of New Year it's a 'fantastic Display?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Needless to say he was not amused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, What New Years resolutions have i made? None. Why? I make it my mission not to promise myself things i can't do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope, for you, it is a fruitful year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116765679035076578?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116765679035076578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116765679035076578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116765679035076578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116765679035076578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-me-minute-mans-got-limit-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116723458930511160</id><published>2006-12-27T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:49:49.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've tried so hard, and got so far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But in the end, it doesn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, that's over and done with for another year! Seeing the family, pretending you like the novelty Christmas Reindeer jumper that nana bought you (now with flashing red nose, nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And of course the presents you did like and spent the whole day ignoring people becuse you were playing/reading/can't stop fiddling with all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This year i was shocked to find the Queen just saying good bye to me as i turned on the telly. Well, if she doesn't want to talk to me she shouldn't be on my screen (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All in all a good crimbo. Hoping you all had a good one. Next year will be a heck of a handful, but i still have 363 days to go before i have to juggle a baby, a husband and christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roll on New Year I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116723458930511160?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116723458930511160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116723458930511160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116723458930511160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116723458930511160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-tried-so-hard-and-got-so-far-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116661944148103524</id><published>2006-12-20T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:57:21.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A good friend is one who visits you in jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A great friend is one sat beside you saying 'Damb, we messed up!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am so happy with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is a website I go on often called fanfiction.net. It's a place were people go to post stories they've written about stuff they are fans of. Like Harry Potter, Resident Evil, the Final Fantasy Series etc. Well, i'm a big Discworld, Harry Potter and Final Fantasy VII fan and have written a few stories of my own and have managed to upload 2 of my FF stories onto the site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Under my pen name Kitty Vixen i've got one finished angst i wrote while rather depressed and one romance/humour that is only one chapter at the mo, but i'm fleshing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't believe I actually have a story on the internet... two stories. They might not be everyone's 'cup of tea' but I enjoyed typing them and I hope someone somewhere enjoys reading them ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and if you are thinking of going to read them, bare in mind they are rated M for mature readers due to language. They will both be under Game, then Final Fantasy VII then there are things at the top of the page where you can pick the rating, the genre etc. (for those of you new to the site.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;^_^ little author girl... te he... GO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116661944148103524?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116661944148103524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116661944148103524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116661944148103524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116661944148103524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-friend-is-one-who-visits-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116652990731303477</id><published>2006-12-19T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:05:07.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Frozen inside without your touch, without your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, 'tis the week before Christmas. Technically, yesterday being Monday and Monday being Christmas day, it was yesterday, but i wasn't on then, so ner! *sticks out tounge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got a busy day today. Cinema, Aquariam, Tesco, In-Law's house, the moon... wait, scratch that last one. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also got to drop off a dance mat for my friend. I said i had one spare and that he could have mine for free. Almost like a Christmas present, just without the wrapping paper (thank god).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Charlie is doind ok, Baby Bob is getting more fidgity... and Kris is off work now till new years day! Woohoo! We have to take Charlie to the vet for her check up on thursday at 11:30. I hope the pain killers have been helping and her claws are better. I don't like the thought of her having to go threw more pain. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i'm gonna grab some munchies and sort myself out for my busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara *bows politley*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116652990731303477?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116652990731303477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116652990731303477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116652990731303477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116652990731303477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/frozen-inside-without-your-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116613005235722475</id><published>2006-12-14T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:03:02.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is no end and no begining, only Custard Pastries!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had the worst two days of my life. Was cleaning out my Rabbit, Charlie, yesterday and my hubby, Kris, was rabbit sitting. I heard a weird noise and made a joke about him trying to kill my rabbit and he said Charlie had leapt out of his arms and he'd caught 'him' in mid air. We couldn't find the dustpan so we put Charlie back in 'his' cage and searched for it and i noticed Charlie was sat funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'His' back paw on his left side ad two claws out of place. So we drove 'him' to the vet and they kept 'him' in over night, then gave him a local anesthetic and took some x-rays. 2 Dislocated claws and, get this, if it had been done recently they would have been able to fix them while Charlie was under, but they'd healed like that, meaning it's been like that for roughly two weeks? Now roughly 3 weeks ago i clipped 'his' claws and the paw was fine. how could i miss something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, the reason for all he 'he' and 'his' stuff is because Charlie was sold to us as a male Rabbit. I was talking to the vet on the phone this afternoon and he said 'oh, and it's a female rabbit.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stupid question to ask a vet but i was like 'are you sure?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Charlie - originally named after Dom's character in &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; is now Charlie the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry Dom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The paw is a little sore and 'he's' got pain killers. Very happy she's back. Missed her soo much last night, since my hubby was on night shift and the house was quiet. The vet did say if the claws continue to give pain the best thing to do will be amputate but other than that the paw is fine. Charlie has a check up planned for next thursday. Fingers crossed all will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116613005235722475?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116613005235722475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116613005235722475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116613005235722475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116613005235722475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-is-no-end-and-no-begining-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116593068006847739</id><published>2006-12-12T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:38:00.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just got back from the Hospital where i had my mid-pregnancy scan. Everything is fine, heart is fine, two kidneys seen etc... there was only one down side. The baby had it's legs over it's head so we couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My mum didn't want to know so at least no one will let it slip but it would have been nice to know. So it's baby Bob for the moment. I'm happy everything is aha 'normal'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Looks like i'll just have to wait till i have the baby to find out if it's a boy or a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116593068006847739?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116593068006847739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116593068006847739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116593068006847739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116593068006847739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116584438321448368</id><published>2006-12-11T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:46:24.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everyday i wake up and it's sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I HATE MONDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up feeling groggy and wishing i could have a day in bed. I feel so bad today i can't even eat toast. I even feel a bit sick drinking Lemsip and i love the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I decided to make personalised Christmas Cards for a few close friends and i hadn't even started till this morning. I had a great idea for one of the cards, but i have to put some background, and i can't think of anything to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The day of my scan is finally apon me. (well, it's tomorrow) and next sunday Sky One are showing Hogfather by Terry Pratchett. Can't wait, it's first half sun, second half mon. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, i should get back to drawing these cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116584438321448368?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116584438321448368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116584438321448368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116584438321448368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116584438321448368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyday-i-wake-up-and-its-sunday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116566662844646000</id><published>2006-12-09T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:17:08.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffling, coughing and wanting to stay in bed all day i crawl into the kitchen to make myself a Blackcurrent lemsip. It feels like i've had this cold for years... the headaches, the throat pain, the constant need to blow my nose... and it doesn't help that the baby has now started kicking me nearly 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how hard it is to sleep when your baby is playing football with you... and i don't mean out on the pitch kinda thing, if ya know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i can't get rid of my cold with too many lemsip's etc becuase of the affect of the Paracetamol on the baby. I hope i'm not ill over Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decorated my mini christmas tree... not that i feel very festive. The funny thing is the Angel i've used is for the large tree i we used to have at my mum's house, so i have a massive angel on a mini tree. It looks so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Friends is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116566662844646000?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116566662844646000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116566662844646000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116566662844646000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116566662844646000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-walk-lonely-road-only-one-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116527268076652227</id><published>2006-12-04T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:51:20.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't wanna die, but i ain't keen on living either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's too late in the day to be writing a blog. I know this, yet i still sit here in front of my Laptop ready to tell people who know me and the few who have stumled here the inner workings of my psyke. Is that how you spell it? Who know's? Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's an amaizing thing, the human mind. One day it can have you in the highest state of euphoria, and the next all you feel like doing is locking yourself away from the world and never coming out. Not so long ago I was, well, lets not dress it up... I was self harming. I had reached a stage where so much about my past had gotten to me and recent events had just broken the facade i had built up over the years. I felt emptyness. Tears would not come and there was no one around who i felt would understand, and so the pain i felt from the knife edge across my skin was a welcome from the feeling of uselessness and regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of course i regret what i did now, and the scars on my arms are a grim reminder of my stupidity. I lied to people about the cuts and the scars, and for a while the lies stuck. Just last Satuday i told my mum the truth about the cuts and she said she knew. I must admit i wasn't surprised and felt good that she knew the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In fact, the only person i didn't lie to was my husband. I told him why i was doing it, i told him how and i talked it over with him. He didn't understand but he listened. He offered advice with the best of his understanding and he promised to help me get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not over it, i don't feel like i'll ever get over it, but i haven't taken a knife to my skin in over a year and i remain adament that i won't. I have to stay strong for the people around me, the people who love me and the little baby that will depend on me being strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it leaves me wondering... How can i take care of a child when i can't even take care of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116527268076652227?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116527268076652227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116527268076652227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116527268076652227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116527268076652227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-wanna-die-but-i-aint-keen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116498683251163332</id><published>2006-12-01T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:27:12.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I said 'death' before 'dishonor,' I meant alphabetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Interesting, dear reader, doesn't even cover it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas! We all know it's coming. Just a check, put your hands up all of you who don't feel Christmasy this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(does quick head count) Oh! that is just me then... thank you for clearing that one up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You see, i can't remember if it was last year or the year before, but at some point, i just lost the Christmasy feel. Next year will be different of course... i'll have little baby Cadd to make it feel so much more special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Speaking of which, a week on Tueday i have my 20 week scan. I'm kinda excited, but also kinda nervous. This is were they could tell me the baby has health problems, or maybe there's an abnormality... but i'm sure everything will be fine *bites bottom lip* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I also learn what the sex might be. it's a 30% chance that their wrong, but i'm still looking forward to knowing if the baby's going to be William or not? we're still going over girls names... just when we thought we had it settled, something else came along that sounded good. We did talk about the name katrina, but it was late at night and i was very sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We shall see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~Jo-Chan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't worry, the gods can't hurt me, I'm an atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116498683251163332?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116498683251163332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116498683251163332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116498683251163332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116498683251163332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-said-death-before-dishonor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116474756105494343</id><published>2006-11-28T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:59:21.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are my sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just a quick one, i have been you-tubing (i like my word i've made up) and found this. Not being a fan of U2 i was upset to hear that Green Day had 'hooked up with them' so to speak, but this video, i have to show you. and the song is excellent too. So.. umm... Enjoy ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KWlOOhShhs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KWlOOhShhs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sayonara! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116474756105494343?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116474756105494343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116474756105494343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116474756105494343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116474756105494343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-are-my-sins.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116463243958404357</id><published>2006-11-27T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:00:39.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Touch my tears with your lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Touch my world with your fingertips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quite an interesting weekend to say the least. Sat was highly amusing, My hubby has been on night shifts, meaning he's been up at roughly 2 o clock, of to work at 9, home by 7 etc. Sat we had to buy some food but the car was partially blocked in by next doors. I'd like to point out at this stage that it had been raining very heavily the previous nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As a joke, and thinking he would ignor me, i told him to drive over the grass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was his own stupid fault for listening to me. Over he goes, forgeting that the grass is like a swamp when it's rained, getting his front tires stuck and flicking mud all over the front of his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's safe to say we laughed about it from the off. We called his dad to see if he could help, and along he came with a tow rope in his car... only to discover his car didn't have a hook for towing cars. Next door came to the rescue though, and pulled us from our muddy prison. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Men 99.9% of the time we ARE right, but every now and then there's a 1% were you just shouldn't listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116463243958404357?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116463243958404357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116463243958404357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116463243958404357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116463243958404357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/touch-my-tears-with-your-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116420353522668710</id><published>2006-11-22T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:15:16.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Getting on my t**s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, rant time now. Ladies and gentleman, i am 18 weeks and six days pregnant. Yes, it is my first child, yes i'm a little scared and i hope my midwife can help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now the rant. For thousands of years women have been having babies. In china and other eastern countries some women work threw the whole nine months of their pregnancy, give birth to their children and return instantly to the rice fields to work. Thousands of years ago, we didn't have the modern technology and the modern science that we do now, and women got on quite fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So why, now things have progressed, must i have nine thousand different do's and dont's from friends and family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For example, Since i'm at home most of the time, i decided to paint the nursery. Fair enough, you say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What, you did it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Yes." My friend gave me an evil look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I hope the room was well ventilated!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and then there was food. My husband and i cannot afford to buy the most expense food, but according to my friend, that's all i should be eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I appreciate my friends concern, but that's OTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well all i can say is this: When you are in the same boat i'm in, come back and start preaching. Until that time, Back off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The only person who should be offering any advice should be my husband, the father of this child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116420353522668710?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116420353522668710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116420353522668710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116420353522668710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116420353522668710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-on-my-ts-ok-rant-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116367722086036860</id><published>2006-11-16T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:37:41.523Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;whispers in the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas is fast approaching and the weather is getting worse. I hate November Rain! Not the song by Gun's n Roses, i mean rain in November. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's wet, and it's windy and i have to go into town to sort my money out. &gt;_&lt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bring back Autumn, that's what i say, when the leaves create a beautiful carpet of colour on the ground and as you walk you hear that fabulous 'crunch' sound. and you get to snuggle up to your hunny infront of the fire with a cup of chocolate and be all snuggly and warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I suppose you can do those things in winter too, but Autumn's more romantic. It's only romantic in winter if it snows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*sigh* listen to me getting all sentimental about the weather. *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's nice to be in my own house this year though. Just me and Kris, no-one coming into the club to speak to the secretary. (The Flat we lived in before was a Gentleman's Club. Old rich people getting drunk and looking at me like i was an alien - 'A woman, in my gentleman's' club....' kinda thing.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not long until i go for my scan, 3 weeks and five days. ^_^ I'm really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*sigh* oh well, better go and have some brunch. it's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantelope at the end! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116367722086036860?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116367722086036860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116367722086036860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116367722086036860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116367722086036860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/whispers-in-dark-christmas-is-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116282689862884499</id><published>2006-11-06T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:28:19.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What a difference a day makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had another appointment with the midwaife today. Since i've moved house (like 3 months ago) i decided it would be a good idea to move Surgeries, so instead of the lovely Carol it was the equally lovely Bobby checking threw my information and reading the results of my 12 week scan. (which i loved. Never thought seeing something like that could make you blub like a child.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One thing they ask is if you mind having blood taken. I could read out the long list of things they check for but we'd be here for hours and some of them are quite scary. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This, unfortunatly for me, meant another blood test today. now, i'm not afraid of blood, i'm not scared of having blood tests... but you come any where near me with a needle and you'll never see me again. I hate them... they are, without doubt, the worst inventions man (and it was man, cause he's just evil like that) could ever invent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So now my right arm stings while some creep somewhere is looking at &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blood. Charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116282689862884499?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116282689862884499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116282689862884499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116282689862884499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116282689862884499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-difference-day-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116229817735566492</id><published>2006-10-31T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:36:17.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Been a while but i'm blogging again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Toast has been my life line for the past six days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What would you like to eat hunnie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Toast. Make me  Toast... And on sunday, we eat sunday lunch, but now... Toast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't say i'm not getting my daily intake of fibre. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Halloween today... normally my fave time of year, but i'm stuck at home un-able to party like a woman with loadsa cash (ha!) and no cares. (double ha!) Instead i have to open the door to small people and offer the chocolate that i would rather be eating. (my husband bought expensive Quality Streets instead of Milky way mini bars... I'm gonna be mean and steal all the fudge.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh... my toast is ready (hehe) so i'm outta here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fudge-stealer out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116229817735566492?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116229817735566492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116229817735566492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116229817735566492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116229817735566492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-while-but-im-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116194871550104110</id><published>2006-10-27T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:31:55.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's amazing what a piece of music can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with yet another need to lock myself away from the world, yet with my head held high i left the warmth of my bed (earlier than usual) and headed for the comfort of my sofa. (well, i tried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been purchasing random pieces of music from iTunes for the past two days. Only roughly 8 tunes, so not much money out of the old account. I've been a big fan of teh old ones like Meat Loaf and Guns n' Roses and Bon Jovi etc, so i decided to get some of Meaty's songs. Imagine my surprise when i find out he's done an amazing cover of 'It's all coming back to me now' originally sung by Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;It is truely wonderful... i recomend if you can find it to listen to it. I've always believed the man was an excellent singer, but this is... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you it'll be playing on my iPod and in the background while I tidy and walk around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116194871550104110?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116194871550104110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116194871550104110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116194871550104110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116194871550104110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-amazing-what-piece-of-music-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116188341297692402</id><published>2006-10-26T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:23:33.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I often wonder why i have such excellent ideas for Fanfiction's but when it comes to writing them i have trouble? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm reading a Fanfiction by an author called Purple Emperor. She's got some great idea's going on one of my fave stories (Discworld, and, it's about one of my two fave characters, Havelock Vetinari ^_^) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm unfortunatly still waiting for the end of the story (C'mon Purple Emperor, I can't wait any longer!) but it does give me even more ideas for stories i could write. I sit infront of the Laptop and stare at the screen thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ok... how do i start this damb thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of course, then there's the time when i think of an excellent start to a story but then spend the next six months trying to finish it. God damb creativity is hard! Ah, to be an author... well, to be a GOOD author. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116188341297692402?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116188341297692402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116188341297692402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116188341297692402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116188341297692402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-often-wonder-why-i-have-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116178323671296036</id><published>2006-10-25T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:04:30.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Three months we've been in this house, and we STILL get mail for the previous owners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The College have written, the Phone company have written... Not to mention we got a knock on the door from the bailiffs??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I decided the other day that i was sick and tired of getting their mail so i started ringing the places and telling them the previous owners where gone and we didn't know where. Hopefully the letters will stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Family are a weird and wonderful thing. My brother is close to finishing his doctors course and (soon) will be able to practice. The best person, you'd think, to talk to about pregnancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Don't eat red meat and cook the meat you do have properly. Don't have dairy but try to drink milk. Don't eat runny yolk eggs, do not pass go, do not collect £200..." OMG! Is there anything i can do? y'know, like breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All i can think about now is toast. I suppose i should try to eat something before my stomach starts to digest itself. 25 past 2 isn't the best time to have your first meal of the day. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~Koneko-chan out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116178323671296036?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116178323671296036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116178323671296036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116178323671296036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116178323671296036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-months-weve-been-in-this-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36534740.post-116169462372062457</id><published>2006-10-24T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:05:34.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Congratulations!" My mother beamed as she took the scan off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You have a blob with a head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why do mothers always have to say the strangest things? I mean, sure she was ecstatic to hear she was a nana, but, ya' know, blob with a head? I found myself turning the scan around in my hands and almost seeing what she meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"The radiologist was happy with the size of the baby for just over 12 weeks" My husband offered, trying to add some normality to the conversation, but it was too late. Now every time i look at my baby i see a blob with a head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's funny, you see, i always wanted to have a baby. Before we moved i kept saying i wanted to have a baby. Now i'm, oh... 13ish weeks gone and i'm thinking 'I can't take any more morning sickness... i haven't eaten properly in days and if i fall asleep half way threw 'The weakest link' again i'm going to scream'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm trying to put my friends off having babies. I don't think it's working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Please, please, please, for the love of all things good and holy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't try this at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36534740-116169462372062457?l=koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116169462372062457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36534740&amp;postID=116169462372062457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116169462372062457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36534740/posts/default/116169462372062457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koneko-chanhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations-my-mother-beamed-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Koneko-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15017233009278273021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
