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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-9040815578368494040</id><published>2008-10-05T21:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:44:27.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Soup With A Side Serving Of Conkers</title><content type='html'>We went to the local park today, it made a nice change and the weather was absolutely glorious, albeit a bit cold, the kids really enjoyed themselves and I think the Ducks did too :)&lt;br /&gt;Our Katie ended up skidding down a muddy hill on her bum, and consequently got a little bit mucky, but it all added to the fun......... a mucky kid is a happy kid hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home with pocket fulls of conkers, once they have dried out I will introduce the kids to a conker match ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gala Bingo on Friday night just gone and won me £400 smackers, so all in all, its been a really good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sporting a new hair do too, I really like it, its made me feel refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SOklb52DokI/AAAAAAAAASE/UxhIHbGLIzw/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253771601618641474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SOklb52DokI/AAAAAAAAASE/UxhIHbGLIzw/s200/Image089.jpg" 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-3416525947575589103</id><published>2008-09-25T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:03:33.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>This was on Calendar News last night about my Estate, the despair of the remaining residents is all too apparant, hopefully they will have their day in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khpiCSFMVpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khpiCSFMVpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Recap'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-1911844656943237066</id><published>2008-09-24T23:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:19:01.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe....</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot about this happening in my village last Sunday - &lt;a href="http://www.pontefractandcastlefordexpress.co.uk/news/Starstudded-charity-match.4477804.jp"&gt;http://www.pontefractandcastlefordexpress.co.uk/news/Starstudded-charity-match.4477804.jp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive had to &lt;s&gt;pinch&lt;/s&gt; borrow some pics that a friend took that day (sorry if you are reading Jane lol). 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a couple of months ago, well it turns out that someone round here has been making a video diary of all the destruction and house fires on my Estate, it was this particular fire that filled the area with thick smoke that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00FggytI1E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00FggytI1E8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view all the other incidents &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=MrTsForumVideos"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. There is little wonder why I want to get away from this Estate, so far no-one has been harmed, but its only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live only a 30 sec walk to the bottom right of the road on the beginning of this video, I hate being so close to all of this crap, but there are people still actually living in some of these housing blocks because they own the house and are rufusing to be bought out because the councill are offering them next to nothing for their homes, we are talking about elderly people mainly, who are too frail to be moving home, and because they arn't being offered enough money for their homes, it would mean they would have to move into rented accomodation, cos lets face it, the bank aint gonna give them a mortgage at their age. I think it is DISGUSTING, and how they are getting away with it is beyond me. Eventually they will be forced to move out.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKE76E5KADw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKE76E5KADw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Estate is bare compared to what it was 2-3 years ago cos most of the burnt out houses have been torn down. Most of what is left now is derelict and badly overgrown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-7091298841194422636?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7091298841194422636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=7091298841194422636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/7091298841194422636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/7091298841194422636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/video-diary.html' title='Video Diary'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-9114894131426834526</id><published>2008-09-22T21:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:38:08.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.........But Not Forgotton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SNgAnFkuv6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/4_8uexM5V3A/s1600-h/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248946037211447202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SNgAnFkuv6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/4_8uexM5V3A/s200/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been too long since I last posted here, kinda lost my inspiration for it for a while (I have my reasons but I wont be going into it........far too long winded and uninteresting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, its about time I got back into the swing of things ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utopia arrived at long last, and both kids have now been back into full-time school since 3rd Sept. Those August school holidays seem to get longer every year, and just to make things more interesting, our British Summer failed to arrive, April Showers stretched out for 4 whole months, and some of the downpours were immense, I mean so much so that if you went outside and looked up you would have drowned. Needless to say we were stuck indoors A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron has now moved up to Junior School, it seems so strange seeing Him wear a uniform and tie, it doesn't seem two minutes since I was wearing one....... god........ 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, my Dog has stopped trying to recycle herself, She is still eating like She hasn't been fed for a month, but hey, I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to those who bought me a Birthday pressie from my list......... all zero percent of you! ;-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-9114894131426834526?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9114894131426834526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=9114894131426834526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9114894131426834526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9114894131426834526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/gonebut-not-forgotton.html' title='Gone.........But Not Forgotton!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SNgAnFkuv6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/4_8uexM5V3A/s72-c/back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-1489015331012091677</id><published>2008-08-18T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:33:39.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofa', So Good..... not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKnm2Vme6BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d0FbQDD81So/s1600-h/asleep-couch-color_~EVW_126C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235969862980790290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKnm2Vme6BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d0FbQDD81So/s200/asleep-couch-color_~EVW_126C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sat up last night watching Lee Evans Live 2005 in Wales (I Sky +'ed it the other night when it was on), normally I like to watch stuff like that when I have someone else with me, otherwise I don't tend to enjoy it so much, ya know what its like, you feel strange laughing your head off when you're all on your own. But Lee Evans is the type of Comedian that you can quite happily watch on your lonesome, and I have to say......... my sides were aching come the end of it. By this time it was nearing 2am, I was very tired and feeling quite cold too, time for bed I thought. So I turned the TV off with every intention of crawling to bed....... then I woke up at 8am, in the same position I had fallen to sleep (sat up). Not only was I freezing cold, I was as stiff as a Nun's crutch........ a rare and fantabulous  start to Monday morning. Suffice to say, I havn't quite felt up to doing much today, luckily the kids slept out so I didn't have to suffer the torment of being tormented untill they came home at about 2pm (I love them really, just not when I have spent the night snoring in an upright position). Utopia is only 2 weeks away now, I can almost taste the sweet freedom and tranquility lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-1489015331012091677?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1489015331012091677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=1489015331012091677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1489015331012091677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1489015331012091677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/sofa-so-good-not.html' title='Sofa&apos;, So Good..... not'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKnm2Vme6BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d0FbQDD81So/s72-c/asleep-couch-color_~EVW_126C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-3304215358350599786</id><published>2008-08-18T13:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:41:03.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mand</title><content type='html'>Here's you is hun, nothing special I'm afraid (need to get my inspiration back lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u217/lynzi26/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MandTag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u217/lynzi26/MandTag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-3304215358350599786?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3304215358350599786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=3304215358350599786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3304215358350599786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3304215358350599786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-mand.html' title='For Mand'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-9206298329001628420</id><published>2008-08-17T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:33:18.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*Puke!!*</title><content type='html'>I caught the Dog doing one of the most unholy of unholy things yesterday (no, not trying to hump one of the kids before you ask). I was in the kitchen and I heard Cameron shout from the garden "Mam!, Lassie is having a poo!", so I thought "yeah, erm......big deal?", but no no, I had heard Cameron wrong, Lassie wasn't having a poo........ Lassie was eating her poo!........ BLAH! *gag*, I had to force her to stop eating it too *shudders*. I mean, whats going on when your Dog starts eating its own shite??...... should I even bother to buy Dog food for her anymore?, suppose I could just leave her to it, let her eat her own waste and own the worlds first recycled Dog........ doing my bit for the environment and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-9206298329001628420?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9206298329001628420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=9206298329001628420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9206298329001628420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9206298329001628420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/puke.html' title='*Puke!!*'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2819468462791699384</id><published>2008-08-17T20:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:19:07.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack Inbetween</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/unisex.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2819468462791699384?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2819468462791699384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2819468462791699384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2819468462791699384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2819468462791699384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/smack-inbetween.html' title='Smack Inbetween'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2107127210315571656</id><published>2008-08-14T22:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:29:57.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKSjyTJ_GBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PtuTV0wX8HM/s1600-h/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234488751442302994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKSjyTJ_GBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PtuTV0wX8HM/s200/birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my Birthday in less than 2 weeks (26th Aug) so I thought it would be best to write out a list of what I wanted so you dont have to wrack your brains over it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, £20&lt;br /&gt;2, £43&lt;br /&gt;3, £35&lt;br /&gt;4, A car (second hand will be accepted)&lt;br /&gt;5, £22&lt;br /&gt;6, £57&lt;br /&gt;7, £19&lt;br /&gt;8, £31&lt;br /&gt;9, £48&lt;br /&gt;10, £61&lt;br /&gt;11, £12&lt;br /&gt;12, £10&lt;br /&gt;13, £14&lt;br /&gt;14, A dodgy fake driving licence&lt;br /&gt;15, Some new nail polish&lt;br /&gt;16, £50&lt;br /&gt;17, 12 bottles of Rose wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably should leave it at that, I dont want people to think I'm over doing it.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2107127210315571656?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2107127210315571656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2107127210315571656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2107127210315571656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2107127210315571656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-list.html' title='Birthday List'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKSjyTJ_GBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PtuTV0wX8HM/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-8731869986421228726</id><published>2008-08-14T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:58:52.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged........ in a fashion</title><content type='html'>My uncle once: Well......... my Dad is an only child and my Mum has only one Sister, although She has been Married 3 times (1st one I havn't seen since I was tiny, 2nd one I havnt seen since I was about 10 and He died when I was about 20 I think, and 3rd one is a  complete and utter tosser, so sadly, no memorable stuff worth mentioning where Uncle's are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life: Have I eaten Marmite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was five: I loved living in Selby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was: Ok, and I really should have paid more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget: The shock of finding out I was expecting my first Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I met: Karen Keating from Blue Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this boy I know: Who is OBSESSED with Guitar Hero 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, at a bar: I got caught doing naughty things in the car park.......... had no idea I was being watched on cctv by everyone in the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon, I’m usually: Half way to being organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: I sat in front of the PC waffling on messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had: A Magic Lamp ;-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to church: I will most likely be wearing black, cos I only seem to be going to funerals alately :-(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries me most: Is the threat of Bird Flu (seriously, it shits me up!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head left I see: My glass cabinet full of Myth And Magical ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head right I see: My shelf with a vase of flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m lying when: I say I hate chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss most about the Eighties is: Everything, I loved the 80's! (apart from Mullets and Shell Suits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: Sorry, I dont "do" Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: I hope my kids will still be happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be: I am called allsorts, I tend to respond to - Oi,  A 'se,  Ayup,  Hoss,  Mammy, and if my Nana is talking to me I am also Kim, Lesley, Emma and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever go back to school, I’ll: Try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you if: I Invite you to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: Myself, cos I bloody won it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice, never: Wipe your arse with a broken bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal breakfast is: Toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I love but do not have is: Sometimes I Wish I Were An Angel - Jam Tronik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: Don't blink cos you will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t people: *some people* Take better care of their Children?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend a night at my house: Be prepared to have your arse kicked on GH3 :-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d stop my wedding for: I have never even started one before, let alone know what I would stop it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: Pek and Spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Eat a Pek sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite blonde(s) is/are: My Son Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper clips are more useful than: A corned beef tin opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do anything well it’s: Playing Guitar Hero 3 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but: Be sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually cry: When I watch a sad film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to my child/nephew/niece: Be good, and if you cant be good, be VERY careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way: I'm good at Calligraphy and making Daisy chains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-8731869986421228726?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8731869986421228726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=8731869986421228726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8731869986421228726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8731869986421228726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-in-fashion.html' title='Tagged........ in a fashion'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-8081976310291958283</id><published>2008-08-14T19:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:35:09.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKR5Et1IX0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WFtPPaJ8G3s/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234441788840238914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKR5Et1IX0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WFtPPaJ8G3s/s200/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havn't updated my blog for a week cos there isnt much going on of late........ well, nothing at all really. I havn't ventured out of the house since Saturday night, so 5 whole days of boring-ness. Im Skint Eastwood this week so cant even go into town, plus the weather has been PANTS so the local park has been out of the question. I really need to find summat to do tomorrow and get out of the house otherwise I'll end up taking root here............. *yawns*, I've been feeling extra knackered cos I'm simply not burning any energy off at the moment. S'pose I better go now and chuck the kids in the bath. Oh happy days *yawns again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-8081976310291958283?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8081976310291958283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=8081976310291958283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8081976310291958283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8081976310291958283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SKR5Et1IX0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WFtPPaJ8G3s/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-3531339541482506920</id><published>2008-08-07T22:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:33:25.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SJtm1vY-ubI/AAAAAAAAAKg/n0dq26ibkn4/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231888465561303474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SJtm1vY-ubI/AAAAAAAAAKg/n0dq26ibkn4/s200/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the new shoe's I have bought today, should have been £22 but cost me a mere fraction at £3 ........... just the kind of bargain I like ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be a real shoe freak when I was younger, and I NEVER bought a pair lower than a 4" heel/wedge and I NEVER wore trainers. I'm 5ft 9" in height, so you can imagine how much of a giant I looked in high shoe's lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like being tall anymore though, but I think that has a lot to do with confidence, anyone who knew me when I was a teen (esp on the clubbing scene) I was filled with bags of confidence, nothing ever phased me. I think getting older, coupled with weight gain and being a Mum has kinda pulled some of that confidence out of me and turned me into a trainer hugger lol. But in the past few weeks I have been trying to shake some of that off and start wearing clothes more suited to my age (and a bit more femenine) aswell as nail polish on my fingers and toes........... and shoe's instead of trainers :-) and to be honest I feel better for it. I'm also thinking about having another Tattoo done for my Birthday this month and another trip to the hairdressers to have some more red tints in my hair. In short, I think I am having a Mid Life Crisis lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-3531339541482506920?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3531339541482506920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=3531339541482506920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3531339541482506920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3531339541482506920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes :-)'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SJtm1vY-ubI/AAAAAAAAAKg/n0dq26ibkn4/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2503977274698858062</id><published>2008-08-06T20:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:11:41.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling A Bit Carp.....</title><content type='html'>And I'm sure its cos I've been drinking coke on and off for the last 3 days. I havn't drank hardly any fizzy drinks for the past 8 weeks, and in turn I havn't suffered from one headache, just one groggy day a few weeks ago. Today I have felt totally drained and I can now feel a headache coming on :-(  *note self - go back onto the water at once!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sat here waiting for the shopping to be delivered, the kids are happily building a huge spaceship out of cardboard boxes behind me........ working well together for once :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a shed load of washing to do, along with loads of college work, but I so cant be bothered, I think I will leave it til tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2503977274698858062?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2503977274698858062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2503977274698858062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2503977274698858062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2503977274698858062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-bit-carp.html' title='Feeling A Bit Carp.....'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-1475677095708299983</id><published>2008-08-03T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:22:58.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Gone By</title><content type='html'>I'm now a week closer to Utopia (The School Re-opening) hehe. Although I cant complain cos the kids have stayed out more this week then they have been at home so it aint been too bad :-P&lt;br /&gt;I think my main problem at the moment is our beloved Mutt, She is SERIOUSLY driving me crazy, She has gone from a quiet, non fussy Pooch, into a food crazed pain in the arse!. I had a go at worming Her a couple of days ago (the joint of beef incident was a step too far), but if anything She is now worse than ever, She is there drooling in front of you everytime you are eating, She has Her head in the bin whenever you turn your back, and today was another example of how to steal food from on the worktop....... but this time it was a nice slice of chocolate fudge cake that was left for when Cameron finished His lunch....... oh dear Lassie, not a good idea to steal chocolate from a 7 year old Boy. Consequently She ended up in the garden for an hour, otherwise I think Cameron would have practised a wrestling move on Her, and I didnt fancy Her chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago I had to let council workers in my home at 2am, due to the fact that next door (&lt;a href="http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/bastrds.html"&gt;the ones who had their car torched a couple of weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;) had been broken into, I have to add that the Neighbours took off after the car torching incident, probably fearful for their lives due to the Toss Pots that have been terrorising them, so consequently the house has been empty for a while. I was kinda expecting something to happen to their home, empty houses dont tend to last long on this street without them being broken into, trashed or torched (obviously the "torched" part of it is making me crap myself, but other than packing up and invading my Parents home, there isnt much I can do...... and if I did it wouldnt take long before my home is wreaked). Anyway, the reason they had to come through my property is because there is no access to the neighbours house at the back. I live on a row of 3 houses, there is access to the back of my home though my back gate and there is access to the third house through their side gate, but the middle one is cut off, unless you fancy wading through the amazon jungle (derelict overgrown waste ground) and suffering anyphalactic shock from a million nettle stings. So I was kind and let them gain access to my garden so they could hike over my fence to board up next doors broken windows.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours turned up yesterday afternoon to assess the damage, so I took the chance to speak to them before they took off again. In short, their home has been totalled, every single room has been trashed, anything worth pinching has been taken, and the rest has been demolished, anything made of liquid has been chucked all over the walls (even the ink out of the printer!!), I am astonished that I didnt hear anything!, and they say it likely happened at a time when I was in.&lt;br /&gt;They are now living in a one bedroom flat with His Dad and their 3 young kids because the council say that THERE ISNT A PROBLEM and are not willing to offer them a move, only offering CCTV protection from these lunatics!.&lt;br /&gt;I took His mobile number and told Him I would contact Him asap if anything else happens (hopefully I wont be a pile of ashes if there is another incident.......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-1475677095708299983?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1475677095708299983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=1475677095708299983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1475677095708299983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1475677095708299983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-week-gone-by.html' title='Another Week Gone By'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-4176433682003323316</id><published>2008-08-03T19:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:07:39.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged - Needs</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.0ddness.co.uk/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice simple one: do a Google search for "Yourname needs" and paste the first ten results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cos I have such an obscure way of spelling my name, it came up with crap, so I changed the spelling to Lindsay...... here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some food (me thinks not!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Driver (oh yes!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Good Thoughts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Hit BlackBook Media&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Hug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look Both Ways Before Crossing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cough Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-4176433682003323316?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4176433682003323316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=4176433682003323316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/4176433682003323316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/4176433682003323316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-needs.html' title='Tagged - Needs'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-5672719156934229628</id><published>2008-07-30T18:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:39:13.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GH3 Is Back :-D</title><content type='html'>Me and Cameron are back rocking on Guitar Hero's 3 (after a brief interlude of being deprived of it), it was delivered to my door at 8am yesterday morning *Praises Play.com* so me and Cameron have been competing ever since, its getting hard to stay ahead of Him and can be rather embarrasing when a 7 year old overtakes you on a game. We are both on Expert levels and He is better on some of the songs than me and vice versa, and just to show off He played part of a song with His eye's shut yesterday (git!!). But cos He goes to bed earlier than me, I will be spending most evenings buffing up my talents MWAHAHAHAHA!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Monday I was in such a good mood, so much so that I just knew summat had to go wrong, ya know what I mean, you can just feel it in your water....... I got home from my parents at about 5pm, faffed on the PC for half an hour, then decided it was time for dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed a dish on the floor in front of the washer, I just presumed it was one of the breakfast dishes that the kids had used that morning and put on the floor for the dog to polish off (I should add at this point it did'nt occur to me that I had already washed the dishes after breakfast), anyway, I just picked it up and put it in the sink and thought no more of it. I then noticed the dog looking up at me waiting for her dinner, so I quickly went in the cupboard and got a tin of food out for Her and promptly scraped it into Her dish, along with some small bite mixer (cos im generous like that ;-p). I then decided to slice up the roast that I had cooked and taken out of the oven before I went to my parents, which was placed on the worktop....... in a dish.......with a towel over it. Yes, you guessed it, the dog had devoured the lot while I was out, even ate the string netting that was holding it together, and then accepted a large helping of dog food from me too. Thats just a typical Sod's Law kind of day that I had on Monday.....ace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-5672719156934229628?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5672719156934229628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=5672719156934229628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/5672719156934229628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/5672719156934229628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/gh3-is-back-d.html' title='GH3 Is Back :-D'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-9184508223112101519</id><published>2008-07-27T11:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:37:57.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, pale and interesting Lynzi is now sporting some serious sunburn, my fault entirely though for not wearing suncream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Airport Pub in Manchester, it was brilliant, the beer garden to the rear was directly beside the runway so you could watch all the planes land. The kids loved it, there was also a bouncy castle and play area, I highly recommend it to anyone who fancies an afternoon out with a difference :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKyi94wLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DPWQ9k5cPfY/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227635499710595250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKyi94wLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DPWQ9k5cPfY/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKZSwtoSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KEyiKvH58ho/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227635065863643426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKZSwtoSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KEyiKvH58ho/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKQn28_zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RqIXE6_zK6c/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227634916908138290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKQn28_zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RqIXE6_zK6c/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-9184508223112101519?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9184508223112101519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=9184508223112101519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9184508223112101519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9184508223112101519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt!!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIxKyi94wLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DPWQ9k5cPfY/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2532106132235415130</id><published>2008-07-24T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:07:10.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Of Re-discovery</title><content type='html'>6 weeks ago yesterday I split from my long term partner after 8 and a half years, I wont bore anyone with details. Since then its been a rollercoaster of emotions, ranging from hurt, anger, disappointment, then more anger. I would like to say that I had a lot of happy memories, but to be honest, the only good things to come out of the relationship is my Kids. So its off to the land of re-discovery for me now, I've booked me a one way ticket there and dont intend on coming back until I know what I want from my life. I'm losing weight (which can only be a good thing) and steadily blue tacking my life back together :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at showing my true feelings when it comes to being hurt, it often happens in very short bursts when no-one is around to see it, and then on ultra rare occasions the flood barriers burst and everything goes tits up.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have to say, that in the past week I have come to the startling realisation that I still have a life to lead, and now feel ready to face it all again. My energy levels are back, even better than before, so much so that I have made a start on decorating the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a 5 week dust off and feeling sorry for myself, I am finally on the up. I know that the only bad things that can happen to me now are the things that I bring on myself, I have piece of mind, which has been a RARE experience for me, and with a bit of luck it will remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only worry I have now is reminding myself to smile :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2532106132235415130?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2532106132235415130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2532106132235415130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2532106132235415130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2532106132235415130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/land-of-re-discovery.html' title='Land Of Re-discovery'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-908868753133026329</id><published>2008-07-22T21:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:15:32.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestiphobia</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have no idea what vestiphobia means (I was one of them until I googled it 5 mins ago), it is basically a fear of clothes, and thanks to a certain GIGANTIC moth, I am pretty sure that my 5 year old Daughter will now fear jumpers for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;It all started this morning while I was getting the kids ready for School. I had taken Katie's School jumper off the washing line last night and put it on the kitchen table ready for her to wear it today, so She got dressed, and then plonked herself on the sofa to watch some tele before we headed off. Thats when the fun began. She started scratching the top of her arm, then scratched a bit harder, then started moaning that her arm was itchy, so me being me I just said "stop scratching it and it will stop itching eventually", then all Hell broke loose. She was furiously scratching and screaming and shouting "Summat is crawling on me!!!!" (this is the point where I actually started to panic.......slightly), I went over to Her and told Her to lift Her arms up so I could take Her jumper off, I whipped off Her jumper, not really knowing (or wanting to know) what was lurking inside (yes, I was thinking spider too), a bloody great BIG moth flew out onto Katie's lap, luckily She didnt see it at this point otherwise I think She would have had a breakdown. So I quickly grabbed Her arm to stand her up before She saw it on Her, it then flapped weakly onto the room carpet.........then She saw it, talk about scream!!, I'm positive She broke the sound barrier!. She sobbed her little heart out and made me fully aware that She was NEVER going to wear that jumper again......... damn you moth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-908868753133026329?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/908868753133026329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=908868753133026329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/908868753133026329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/908868753133026329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/vestiphobia.html' title='Vestiphobia'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-5896071826549533054</id><published>2008-07-19T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:37:57.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Hair-raising!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIIFuIuF21I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QPwlrQkeFuE/s1600-h/Image0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224744807876123474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIIFuIuF21I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QPwlrQkeFuE/s200/Image0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, I havn't sheared a black and white sheep before you ask, this mass of fur is the product of brushing my dog Lassie, I have placed a pack of cards beside it so you can see the true size of the mass lol. Thats not the end of it either, I will be brushing that amount off her every day for 2 weeks at least!, moulting season drives me nuts, we are literally eating, drinking and wearing dog fur throughout the season. Its amazing She has any fur left at the end of it!&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/6870842742167264840-5896071826549533054?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5896071826549533054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=5896071826549533054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/5896071826549533054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/5896071826549533054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-raising.html' title='Hair-raising!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SIIFuIuF21I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QPwlrQkeFuE/s72-c/Image0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-4948861906839029497</id><published>2008-07-18T09:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:57:06.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.0ddness.co.uk/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://poshtottyspalace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Posh Totty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite person outside family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my favourite people are in my Family :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi is there at the top right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quirks about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many strange quirks, I cant stand to touch paper when I have just washed my hands, I loath the feel of cardboard, chalk and blackboards make me squirm and froth at the mouth, I cant stand anyone prodding me esp on the tops on my arms, I cant bare to pinch the skin on the backs of my hands. I think the most strange quirk is the fact that from time to time I enjoy sitting in complete silence on my own, doing absolutly nothing, with only my thoughts for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe, daft, patience of a saint, forgetfull, part time narcoleptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any regrets in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say yes, but I have to say no, cos I have heard this saying a lot over the years "The only things that you should regret in life, are the things that you didn't get to do before you died". I have made many mistakes, many, many mistakes, but if I hadn't have made those mistakes then I would never have learned from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Charity/Cause?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any faves, I tend to give a little to most, as and when I can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Blog recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the content is readable and not full of text speech, I will read it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something you can’t get enough of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst job you’ve ever had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door to door sales, I lasted 1 day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What job would you pay NOT to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could be a fly on the wall, where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I would want to be, what I dont know cant hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Bible verse right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this was a modified Bible verse, but this is as close as I get to the bible LOL&lt;br /&gt;"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you"&lt;br /&gt;What can I say??...... I am a die hard Tarantino fan hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It HAS to be chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got any confessions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you HAD to spend £1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clothes, designer hair do, and a rather large piss up!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite thing about your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, I hate living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least favorite thing about your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel safe at night, I have to make a fire in order to have the radiators on, I have no heating upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing you are bad at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing you’re good at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn things quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change something about your circumstances, what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I would want to change is a person, but we all know you cant change a person........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would you like to meet someday? Living or dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Tarantino :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you feel sexy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soak, an all over shave (except from my head hehe), nice clothes and a few drinks ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your real life hero?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the hardest part of your job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is not hard, just an extreme form of patience lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When are you most relaxed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm watching the tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What stresses you out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing/person that stressed me out is gone, so the rest will be easy in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can you not live without?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am self sufficiant and independant, I dont feel the need to be accepted by anyone, I piss and moan as much as the next person. I dont conform to "society".  If you like me......good :-), if you don't.......I wont loose sleep over it ;-). If any of that is classed as narcissism, then feel free to call me "Narki" ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know really, I suppose its cheaper than therapy lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-4948861906839029497?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4948861906839029497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=4948861906839029497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/4948861906839029497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/4948861906839029497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2968097933936052982</id><published>2008-07-17T00:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:02:02.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bast*rds!</title><content type='html'>I was sat here half an hour ago when I heard a loud bang and a car horn beeping, so I got up and made my way to the front door, I could see the blue flashing lights in my hallway the moment I opened the living room door :-( I opened the front door and saw Firemen huddled around my next door neighbours car (the one that is pictured in &lt;a href="http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/coughs.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; posting) and my neighbours stood there looking distressed. I went up to them to ask what had happened, She told me that someone had torched their car. I knew instantly who had done it, I could feel His eyes boreing into the back of my head while I was stood there, along with the other Toss Pots who were stood with Him, all holding cans of Carling I might add, you can easily picture the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my neighbours are THE quietest people I have ever met, so quiet in fact that I dont even know their names, 5 years I have lived next door to them and I have never heard a murmer from them (except 1 argument that lasted all of 5 mins, and their bed headboard banging on the wall from time to time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was spying through my little window at the top of the stairs, primarily I was spying on my Boyfriend (ex Boyfriend now I might add) cos he was outside across the road mingling with those Toss Pots and I was watching to see if He was smoking their shite (aka weed), but before I knew it, one of the Toss Pots snuck across the road to my neighbours car and slashed all 4 of the tyre's. To say I was fuming is putting it mildly, I had a right go at Rich when He came back into the house, all the while He was trying to "shush" me incase the neighbours could hear me through the walls!, I'm not a violent person but I really wanted to slap Him when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are the Toss Pots that were stood no more than 10 feet away from me when I went outside and talked to my neighbours tonight, the Cheif Toss Pot was stood there with a grin on his face. I wish I had the guts to speak up to the Coppers, they are still next door right now, but I know if I do there will be consequenses, and I cant risk me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour has already pointed the finger at the Toss Pots, and one of them had the brass neck to tell one of the Coppers that He is gonna "kick 'is 'ed in" (meaning my neighbour) for trying to put the blame on them!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote from my Dad] "They all want machine gunning" [Quote] I also share that opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2968097933936052982?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2968097933936052982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2968097933936052982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2968097933936052982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2968097933936052982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/bastrds.html' title='Bast*rds!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2344105470412924106</id><published>2008-07-15T17:42:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:00.141Z</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Get Drunk!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, its true, I didn't get drunk in Dublin (shock, horror) and I will have to blame the Sushi, it must have made me "alcohol proof" cos as hard as I tried, I couldn't get drunk!. Despite that, I had a great time, the flight over there was sooooooo cool, I havn't been on a plane since I was 5 years old so it was like a new experience for me, so, in true geeky style, I had to take some pics out of the likkle window :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzY_tfZSHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pmAKueuFCrM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223288256897566834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzY_tfZSHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pmAKueuFCrM/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzY6-_9lFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mUWkNV8X9qM/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223288175698220114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzY6-_9lFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mUWkNV8X9qM/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYzCmN4jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zKYdkSxoaJY/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223288039225025074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYzCmN4jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zKYdkSxoaJY/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYky2i3YI/AAAAAAAAAJY/k9m2smnY154/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287794480373122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYky2i3YI/AAAAAAAAAJY/k9m2smnY154/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYe1X-GgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5r4Y4_gufy0/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287692078225922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYe1X-GgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5r4Y4_gufy0/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYa56wghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7nT5GXCEJCE/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287624578400786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYa56wghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7nT5GXCEJCE/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYQMW6RNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y8SX0Eue2Aw/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287440549758162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYQMW6RNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y8SX0Eue2Aw/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYKo501KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZeDmd0NsUYM/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287345133180066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYKo501KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZeDmd0NsUYM/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYF6yJnzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sEcQF99zBVs/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287264033480498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYF6yJnzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sEcQF99zBVs/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYAlNZW-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/owh7JlQwrY0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287172342832098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzYAlNZW-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/owh7JlQwrY0/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; We tried to eat the Sushi with Chopsticks, I say tried because thats all it was....... a try lol, it wasn't so bad eating the actual Sushi with the Chopsticks cos they were fairly large items, but silly me ordered noodles with my main course...... not one of my better idea's!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; I forgot to pack my shoe's and didn't realise this until we were 10mins away from the Airport, and by that time 10mins late for check in, so no hope of turning back for my shoe's. There was no way I was going to contemplate wearing my trainers with my black trousers (pink Nike Air Rifts DO NOT complement black trousers in the slightest). But Debbie (in Her infinate wisdom) said "you can borrow my boots, they are size 8 and only have small heels, you will be fine", the words "you will be fine" in reality meant "you will be a cripple by 9pm, and shuffling around in black socks by the time you reach the Hotel". My God, I dont think my feet have EVER hurt that much in my life!!, by 8pm I was wishing I had worn my Rifts, in fact, I think I would have paid good money for the swap!.&lt;br&gt; Anyways, the first Bar we went in looked quite nice, friendly atmosphere and not too busy, so me and Debbie plonked ourselves on the stools at the Bar, we were only there 5mins before a VERY drunk Irish guy, about 50 years old kinda sandwiched himself between us, we didn't have a clue what He was rambling on about, its hard enough trying to fathom the Irish accent without having to diciphor a drunkness Irish accent, but amusingly enough (but not for Debbie) this guy was getting closer and closer to Debbie's boobs as He was talking LOLOL, He ended up literally 3" away from them, I expected to find Him nestled in there whilst sucking His thumb pmsl, but He kind of pulled himself up sharply and clearly asked us "Which part of Poland are you girls from?"......... Well, that just did it for me!, it was worth going all the way to Ireland just to witness a comment like that!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; After a fair few drinks later (6 Euro's a drink I might add!) we decided to grab a couple of bottles of wine and take them back to the Hotel, where we promptly drank and then settled down to sleep by 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; The taxi ride to the Airport was brilliant, that Taxi driver was quite a card :-D, it would be almost pointless to repeat the stuff He was saying because, on paper it seems quite normal and random ramblings, but chuck in an Irish accent and a fair bit of the F word....... it made us giggle like Hell lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; All in all, it was a great experience (minus the EVIL shoe's) and I would be more than happy to go again :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2344105470412924106?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2344105470412924106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2344105470412924106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2344105470412924106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2344105470412924106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/didnt-get-drunk.html' title='Didn&apos;t Get Drunk!!'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHzY_tfZSHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pmAKueuFCrM/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-9130514334898501050</id><published>2008-07-10T21:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:00.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Dublin Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZwOqoUHcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AVqqYpxqO4o/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221484215246527938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZwOqoUHcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AVqqYpxqO4o/s200/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm booked to fly to Dublin, Ireland this Saturday, only for 1 night, but I'm really looking forward to it, I havn't been on a plane since I was 5 years old so it will be worth it just for the ride lol. Hopefully Dublin will live up to its reputation and I wont even remember my name by midnight Saturday. I'm going with my mate Debbie, Debbie has no kids, so She still knows how to party hard lol. We are booked into a Sushi restaurant at 6pm before we hit the beer, so I'll be doing 2 things that I havnt done before, going to Ireland, and eating Sushi (but I think the Sushi might be visiting the Hotel toilet by the end of the night, and if it isn't, that means I will have to go back out and drink more beer cos I'm obviously not pissed enough!). &lt;div&gt;I hunted my Passport out earlier, shrieked at the pic and put it away lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-9130514334898501050?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9130514334898501050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=9130514334898501050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9130514334898501050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/9130514334898501050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/dublin-here-i-come.html' title='Dublin Here I Come'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZwOqoUHcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AVqqYpxqO4o/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-1270778642025819918</id><published>2008-07-10T19:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:00.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZUaHI7pGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U5xGhkmeRbo/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221453625552512098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZUaHI7pGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U5xGhkmeRbo/s200/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have just dusted my iPod off (cos I very rarely use it) ready to charge it up so I can transfer a film onto it and watch it tonight while I'm in bed. As soon as I wiped the screen I knew summat was wrong, the screen had dark patches on it, and on closer inspection I could tell that it must have been dropped at some point cos there is a tiny dent in the perspex cover, and once I turned it on it revealed the extent of the damage. &lt;div&gt;I aint amused, and of course the kids and Rich are denying all knowledge of it. As far as I was concerned, it has'nt moved from my desk for weeks. Suppose I will have to get a new screen for it now, I'm not sure how much they cost, hopefully no more than a tenner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-1270778642025819918?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1270778642025819918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=1270778642025819918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1270778642025819918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/1270778642025819918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHZUaHI7pGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U5xGhkmeRbo/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-8898504694985261266</id><published>2008-07-09T22:28:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:01.391Z</updated><title type='text'>*Coughs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUz_VQZNJI/AAAAAAAAAII/m-tgrGhhnaw/s1600-h/Image0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221136506136638610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUz_VQZNJI/AAAAAAAAAII/m-tgrGhhnaw/s200/Image0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUz7-fFFpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zNbm_wMq_BY/s1600-h/Image0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221136448484611730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUz7-fFFpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zNbm_wMq_BY/s200/Image0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; This was scene outside my front door an hour ago, looks like thick fog doesn't it?, wrong, that was thick black smoke!. I was sat at my desk and found myself sniffing the air trying to work out why I could smell summat burning (earlier today I thought I could smell summat burning, but nobody else could), after a few seconds I just thought to myself "you're probably losing it Lynzi, you need an early night". Anyway, a few minutes after that I heard loud sirens, thats when I rushed to my front door, to then be greeted with the above images, it was immence!, I immediatly thought it was one of my neighbours houses that was on fire (cos the smoke was that thick) and I ran down the steps to have a look. Thankfully it was one of the many empty houses from the estate behind my house that was on fire, it happens all the time, but I have never seen THAT much smoke come from them. Half an hour later I took another pic of the same view, so you can see what it &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; look like on any normal day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHU0Hb4vlPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zUGURamSi8E/s1600-h/Image0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221136645355443442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHU0Hb4vlPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zUGURamSi8E/s200/Image0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the excitement for tonight anyway, tomorrows excitement is a big fat needle at the Dr's....... happy days.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-8898504694985261266?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8898504694985261266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=8898504694985261266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8898504694985261266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8898504694985261266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/coughs.html' title='*Coughs*'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUz_VQZNJI/AAAAAAAAAII/m-tgrGhhnaw/s72-c/Image0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-2913778107843741858</id><published>2008-07-09T19:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:01.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUNx2x4HTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FhxCG840NpI/s1600-h/tired7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221094493175422258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUNx2x4HTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FhxCG840NpI/s400/tired7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its almost time to put the kids in bed *phew*, I love them to bits but I have to admit that bedtime is my favourite time of the day (80% of the time anyways........ well maybe 90%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lazy arsed day today, I have been going to bed later and later each day, and today it caught up with me with a vengeance, by 4pm I was ready to flake out on the sofa, Cameron had gone to my Nana's for a couple of hours and Katie was spending a bit of time with Rich in front of the tele, so I took the chance to have 40 winks on the sofa. Rich woke me up at 4:30pm to tell me He was going, so I pretended to wake up for approx 2 mins before the sleep took hold again (bad mummy!), the next thing I knew I was being patted quite furiously by Katie while She was shouting "Lisa is on the phone, She is at our door and cant get in cos it is locked!", it seemed that Rich had dropped the dead lock on the way out knowing full well that I would fall back to sleep lol. So I shook the sleep out of me, and glanced at the clock...... 5:30pm!, I went and unlocked the door and let Lisa in, She said she had been knocking and ringing my mobile (oops), but in my defence, Katie didnt hear Her knocking on the door either lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only plans for this evening is a long soak in the bath and an early night, God I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-2913778107843741858?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2913778107843741858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=2913778107843741858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2913778107843741858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/2913778107843741858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/nearly-bedtime.html' title='Nearly Bedtime'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHUNx2x4HTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FhxCG840NpI/s72-c/tired7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-8610056386308591663</id><published>2008-07-09T09:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:03.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Good To Be Back</title><content type='html'>Its good to be back blogging again, a select few of you will be aware that I chucked my old blog in the bin, partly because it had some stuff on it that I would rather not be reminded of, and partly because........ well I'm a Woman and I just wanted to!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a new visitor here its probably because of this Man -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHR07wr75FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uYLA-H5svh8/s1600-h/Photo-02155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220926438059533394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHR07wr75FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uYLA-H5svh8/s400/Photo-02155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a little windy when this photo was taken so He had to hold his toupee in place bless Him (it had already blown off once and He had to go chasing it half way across Bedford, an elderly Lady managed to stop it by promptly parking Her mobility scooter on it). I wont mock the afflicted though, I know it is a very personal thing for Dan, and hopefully one day He will be able to afford the hair transplant He so yearns for. Any donations to this worthy cause are most welcome, click here to donate to the 0ddness Foundation - &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHR5Gm_3bqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8Zja4FaSTSs/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220931022483844770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHR5Gm_3bqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8Zja4FaSTSs/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not long since taken the kids to school and I'm now contemplating which crap thing to do next, do I hang the washing out?, or do I hoover up?......... decisions decisions.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-8610056386308591663?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8610056386308591663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=8610056386308591663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8610056386308591663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/8610056386308591663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-to-be-back.html' title='Good To Be Back'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SHR07wr75FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uYLA-H5svh8/s72-c/Photo-02155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870842742167264840.post-3257645202294934180</id><published>2008-07-08T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:33:05.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post On My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Out with the old and in with the new :-)   I'll be back later with a barrow full of nonsense hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870842742167264840-3257645202294934180?l=memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3257645202294934180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870842742167264840&amp;postID=3257645202294934180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3257645202294934180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870842742167264840/posts/default/3257645202294934180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofforgettablestuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post-on-my-new-blog.html' title='The First Post On My New Blog'/><author><name>Lynzi_Loo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420495459397539210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WidpSSiwXVc/SDFQHjEmUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gx80Qa-5mUs/S220/Goth+tag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
