<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787</id><updated>2012-02-17T13:29:59.822+11:00</updated><category term='on being nutty'/><category term='The environment'/><category term='My operation'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='The grandsons'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Moaning and groaning'/><category term='Scams'/><category term='IT'/><category term='SF'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='In my garden'/><category term='The Old Person'/><category term='Childhood anecdotes'/><category term='EI'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Elections'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Chances are ...</title><subtitle type='html'>This general blog is for my musings.  If you read it I am just keeping up, mostly for family.  But there will be vents every now and then ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7697913110932697165</id><published>2012-01-03T07:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:09:23.131+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting the apocalypse</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year; although I doubt anyone reads this blog any more. &amp;nbsp;I shall rectify that shortly and I will redo the appearance, connect to my Facebook page, and it will come up in twitter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every New Year someone wants to know what your resolutions are: basically I should say to stay away from people wanting me to make resolutions, but I silly enough said: I will blog more and I will tweet the apocalypse, since there are groups of people out there who believe 2012 will herald in the end of the world. &amp;nbsp;I also promised my Melbourne based relatives I would visit them after the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is dead. &amp;nbsp;Well actually the graphics card is dead so effectively it is as well and it will be a while before I have another to call my own. &amp;nbsp;Presently I am using my grandson's computer which we bought about three years ago for a very cheap price. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to over do it for the poor CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also changed our ISP. &amp;nbsp;We are now with Telstra. &amp;nbsp;This was based on the theory that at least we would have access to a good solid infrastructure for the broadband and telephone being as we live out in the boonies. Luckily it was NOT based on the fact they have about the most apalling Customer Service on the entire planet, even if you consider theives as customer service providers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter is currently doing a Christmas job with shockingly few hours - gotta "love" managers and their attitude toward women with children. &amp;nbsp;Still if that company also folds, they will only get what they deserve...&lt;br /&gt;She has good plans for retraining, getting another useful qualification and taking her skills and bubbly personality elsewhere. &amp;nbsp;There are other industries who will employ her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us forward into the New Year and see if I can live up to my promise of more blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7697913110932697165?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3856374177720447606</id><published>2011-11-30T14:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:14:24.314+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No computer...</title><content type='html'>As you can see it is quite a while since I last posted on here.&amp;nbsp; My main computer died and the smaller computers that belong to the Daughter and GS's apparently are quite hostile to Blogger and would not give me a stable format to write in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had an insulting time with the ISP we had been using for a good number of years and decided to move to Telstra.&amp;nbsp; Self flagellation is doing anything with Telstra and what should have taken about a week and a half to get organised entailed three weeks and 17 different people on the other end of the phone included people we spoke to twice - and more than half the time the phone calls were initiated by them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only just up and running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to my daughter's chagrin, I downloaded Google chrome onto her laptop, and can finally find an almost stable environment for Blogger.&amp;nbsp; Why chrome as a browser is not completely compatible with blogger totally beggars belief, but there you go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to further deepen my computing problems, Hotmail decided that someone had used my account to post spam and closed it on me without warning.&amp;nbsp; They have an automated bot that is "supposed" to get you back into your account etc., but NO ONE is on the other end and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So I have lost all my hotmail emails and all my email addresses.&amp;nbsp; Please send me a PM through my profile here which goes to my Gmail and I will reply through 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4479179920779830523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4479179920779830523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7252703897851777824</id><published>2011-07-02T19:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:15:51.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My operation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>More of the same....</title><content type='html'>Gee it has been a while.  I had my operation dates put back, and now it is at the end of July.  It is a little frustrating because I want to get it all over and done with, but good in as much as that I have been able to give up smoking and get myself a bit well that way, and loosing a couple of kilos.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been taking it easy, as the spasms seem to be getting worse.  The doctor says to leave treating them till after the operation as that will stop them altogether.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitten has cut her stomach, taken to the vet where she had stitches and a drain put in as it was badly infected.  She has such long hair and puts up such a fight when we try to look at her stomach at any time.  So we are rinsing the drain and have been giving her medication.  She isn't too bad with the meds, mostly, and when she does fuss, we just put them into her food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just waiting as usual.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7252703897851777824?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7252703897851777824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7252703897851777824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7252703897851777824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7252703897851777824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-of-same.html' title='More of the same....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3559854585750550787</id><published>2011-05-29T21:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:24:46.124+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Pleased....</title><content type='html'>It no doubt has occured to you that I am a great procrastinator.  My sister used to have a motto "Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after" and alas, I seem to have taken it to heart.  Lol.  Furthermore, having depression has only made that problem worse.  It has always been very difficult for me to complete things that I start.  I have a mountain of UFO's of all sorts of things, including tidying some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, contrary to my usual habits of not finishing things off, I have actually done something I am pretty pleased with.  I went into a swap for some handmade cards.  I only had to make 4 of them and they were quite a bit of work to do.  But over about a week I have not only started this project, but also finished it.  Everything is all packed up, ready to post.  I am surprised with my diligence in this effort and very pleased.  I will be posting photos of this effort on my other blog once the swap is done.  I will put up a link on here when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways I am feeling much better, but in others not so good.  I find in some respects I have too long to wait, and my nerves tell me it is never long enough. I'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3559854585750550787?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3559854585750550787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3559854585750550787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3559854585750550787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3559854585750550787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Pleased....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1884495232723627705</id><published>2011-05-24T21:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:59:42.282+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Magpies...</title><content type='html'>If you look at this &lt;a href="http://kazshorses.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to see some very naughty magpies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1884495232723627705?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1884495232723627705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1884495232723627705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1884495232723627705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1884495232723627705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/05/magpies.html' title='Magpies...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2325253487989359668</id><published>2011-05-17T16:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:39:55.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick note....</title><content type='html'>...I have my dates for the operations, one in early July and the other in early August.  It's about seven weeks today.  I am still a little nervous but I am starting to think in terms of&lt;i&gt; after&lt;/i&gt; the operations which I think is good.  Previously, I had decided I was going to die - don't ask my why, probably the imbalances in my brain.  Anyhow, so I am good now.  Just a case of waiting.  Have to go for the info session on the 24th June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2325253487989359668?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2325253487989359668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2325253487989359668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2325253487989359668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2325253487989359668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2509690708929440908</id><published>2011-05-16T10:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:53:32.627+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor kitten....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHY_UnJdXQA/TdB1PLJmSfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v0cEA4XCw3o/s1600/DSC_0504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHY_UnJdXQA/TdB1PLJmSfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v0cEA4XCw3o/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607110439627803122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Starbug - AKA Kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(only because she is so much younger than the other cats here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well it has been a time of adventures for us here at Unicorn farm.  Kitten has developed a dermatitis condition - either an allergy to fleas, food or both.  We decided we had better take her to the vet and get her check out properly as the iodine lotion we were using was not helping.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We booked an appointment and arranged for the Old Person to pick us up to take us to the vet - we have been seeing him since 1999 and there is no point in changing.  Old Person turns up, drives GS2 to school and comes back.  We have to go as the car is stalling and not starting.  He is leaving it running.  Grab kitty.  So packed in her cat carrier we put her in the back seat with the Daughter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost to the vets and at an intersection, the car stalls and this time it will not start.  The Old Person demands the daughter gets out an pushes the car across the intersection to where he can roll it to a stop.  This is in peak hour traffic, mind you.  I am really worried about some of the idiots on the road not looking out for the Daughter.  Luckily she was okay and got a good break to run from the middle of the road to the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Old Person lifts the bonnet, as though he knows anything about engines at all, and a buddy of his comes up and starts discussing the whole thing with him.  The daughter and I grab the cat carrier and begin a hike to the Vet's.  Luckily we had plenty of time and there are plenty of back ways through the streets to get there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, since I  have been using a walking stick for a while now, it isn't the easiest thing to walk for over a kilometre to get there.  But surprisingly enough we did it in 20 minutes and had a little time to recover before going into see the vet.  Kitty was so not impressed at being in a cat carrier, being walked for a long distance (to her) in a strange place.  Then indignity of all having to see the vet.  The first thing a vet does is put a thermometer in her butt.  "I'll get you for this".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vet cleans her up, and gives her some lotions and pills.  Watches her for a while.  She is more animated than usual at the vet's, jumping onto benches and at one stage hiding under my chair.  But the pronunciation was a bit concerning, as the dermatitis has to clear up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to put the cream onto her twice every day and she has to have only kangaroo meat as she may be allergic to normal cat food.  She had to have strong de-flea drops put onto her scruff.  We mix her pills in with her meat of a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting home from the vet was as much an adventure in itself.  We walked toward the CBD of Campbelltown, with Kitty in her carrier.  At least one and a half kilometres.  Then decided we would be better getting a taxi home.  Very nice taxi driver, and he asked concerned questions about the kitten as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, it hasn't reduced her quality of life at all.  It is just she really dislikes having the cream put on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2509690708929440908?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2509690708929440908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2509690708929440908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2509690708929440908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2509690708929440908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/05/poor-kitten.html' title='Poor kitten....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHY_UnJdXQA/TdB1PLJmSfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v0cEA4XCw3o/s72-c/DSC_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1135211301909648847</id><published>2011-05-03T09:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:36:44.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over, Dude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0FCtQUlaaA/Tb8878vCNiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kXEbGwl8E1k/s1600/225077_222817017731934_100000109131935_1026925_7234164_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0FCtQUlaaA/Tb8878vCNiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kXEbGwl8E1k/s320/225077_222817017731934_100000109131935_1026925_7234164_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602263462085539362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad Osama bin Laden is dead.  I don't rejoice in the taking of life, but I think that this was one person who really needed to be killed to give justice to the other people who died because of him.  Both the "good" and the "bad" have had big losses because of this man.  Strapping bombs to a 12 year old child is just the worst of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not think it will make much difference to Al Qaida or anyone else intent on killing and other acts of terrorism, but as the figurehead, having him gone is going to slow things down eventually.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we must address, after the "retaliatory" efforts to "avenge" his death is to re examine what we are doing in the countries that we have entered to fight these battles.  Tribalism is a very, very old lifestyle and until we of the Western countries try to understand it more and work with it, rather than against it, wars in those regions of the world where it still is prevalent are going to continue more or less forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tribalism, unless worked with and to some extent changed, will keep these countries from ever being really safe, fairly primative with a few "rulers" of really rich people.  Thinking that the present uprisings in Libya, Egypt or Tunisia is going to bring democracy is a farce.  All it will do is introduce more radical Islamists to the fore, crush any dissent, particularly religious dissent and  make the region even worse than it is now.  The UN will have little or no say in keeping order.  What is bad now will only become worse.  Tribalism is just as much alive in those countries as any other place.  Egypt did have some liberalism under Mubarak, but I believe that these will be quashed with the new leaders.  The new leaders will be under the "watchful eye" of the Muslim Brotherhood.  May as well say just another version of the Taliban.  Anyone who thinks differently, particularly those of us of the West, are just deluding ourselves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam is much like Communism in that if it cannot convert openly it will go covertly - although in the case of Islam, probably more violently.  Peace, as Mao Tse Dong is attributed to saying, comes through the muzzle of a gun. The West is not yet won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1135211301909648847?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1135211301909648847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1135211301909648847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1135211301909648847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1135211301909648847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/05/game-over-dude.html' title='Game Over, Dude...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0FCtQUlaaA/Tb8878vCNiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kXEbGwl8E1k/s72-c/225077_222817017731934_100000109131935_1026925_7234164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1937313279558889511</id><published>2011-04-27T10:01:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:24:11.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvimOv3pR1c/TbdehczW1XI/AAAAAAAAAis/7d8G1kmCE5M/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvimOv3pR1c/TbdehczW1XI/AAAAAAAAAis/7d8G1kmCE5M/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600048590418793842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose not writing on my blog because of having to correct mistakes is not really a valid reason to not write.  So I will try to keep a few more updates available.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have not had a response to my admission form from Liverpool hospital, and I have decided if I have not heard by the end of this week, I will ring them on Monday and see if I can get some information.  Not knowing is the annoying thing at the moment.  Some of my symptoms are getting worse, and I will have to see a doctor soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, as a result of having my teeth removed, I am feeling so much better so obviously that was causing some problems as well.  The numbness has also abated somewhat, much to my surprise, because according to what I read on line, it should have gradually gotten worse.  But I can definitely feel my fingers on my skin now, whereas previously, I could barely feel at all.  At least it makes going to the toilet easier.  Although, at times, I still have to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photograph above shows a photograph of my father and sister at a recent ANZAC day function in Canberra.  I think my father looks well for his age (almost 86).  My sister is doing well also.  I am very proud of her accomplishments in her work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANZAC day produced some interesting family photographs on Facebook - I shared a photograph of our grandfather during the war,  with some cousins who in turn shared a number of photographs of their maternal grandfather during WWII.  It was interesting to see the two different perspectives.  It was also sad, that going through the photos to find the one of my grandfather, coming across other, older photographs of young men from the family who the wars had taken before their time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have scanned all my photographs onto my computer and into a variety of hard drives to keep them. As time goes by I will print them off for scrapbooking albums.  As I scan, I try to caption each of the photographs so that others in the family will know who the people are.  Some, although I know their names, I am not sure of their relationship to the family - but someone has to remember them and keep their photos safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I think there are over 4 thousand photographs on my computer and drives - not all of them really relevant - like hundreds of the cats.  But I am working on captioning all the ones of family and important stuff.  Events we have attended, places we have been and making some sort of story of everything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands on physical scrapbooking is a good thing, and I enjoy doing it, but I may not have time to get it all done, and the daughter's interest comes and goes.  That isn't an indictment on her, she works and has two lively boys and time is at a premium for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other news is that in about three weeks, my daughter will have her driver's licence.  She has been doing lessons for several months now and is ready to sit for her test.  She is quite excited about doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1937313279558889511?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1937313279558889511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1937313279558889511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1937313279558889511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1937313279558889511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-there.html' title='Getting there...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvimOv3pR1c/TbdehczW1XI/AAAAAAAAAis/7d8G1kmCE5M/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2922545608439399304</id><published>2011-03-04T11:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:58:57.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Demise of the bookstore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnwUzsrnCI0/TXA5RirJq0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ziW3qYhLqSM/s1600/kobo-ereader-01-480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnwUzsrnCI0/TXA5RirJq0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ziW3qYhLqSM/s320/kobo-ereader-01-480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580022911840398146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...about three weeks ago, the daughter and I were in Borders at Macarthur Square.  We went up to the art section, up the back on the second floor and found a book of 50 wonders of the world.  It was a very large book, they wanted well over $100 for it.  So we sat on the floor and flipped through the pages.  Talking and commenting about the pictures and places; we would never visit most places, but through this lovely book we could appreciate them.  It took us around an hour of being together looking through the book.  It was really lovely to be able to do that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in many ways I am sorry to see the demise of bookshops.  I imagine Borders online store may stay open and probably viable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought myself a basic Kobo to download and read books on.  I cannot stop reading just because I can no longer afford books - they were getting far to pricey, even for paperbacks.  And that is probably a main reason for them going out of business.  There are millions of books on line that you can download for &lt;b&gt;free &lt;/b&gt;many of which are out of print now.  But freebies are not what makes profit for shareholders or pays wages to sales staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very bad for these sales staff that are loosing their jobs.  Some of them are very bookwormy and very knowledgeable about books and authors, so I will miss my interactions with them as well.  I wish all of them luck in getting new jobs in the very near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free books also do not pay authors and if authors cannot make a living, they will not write.  Unlike music, which you can create for the sheer joy of it and post it on Youtube, writing books is about creating worlds for people to inhabit in their imaginations.  Taking that away  from our culture is going to take away a great creative outlet for millions and leave our culture very much the poorer.  Diminishing our culture seems to have become a way of life with the internet and the ubiquitous computer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue to pay for good books when I can, even if it just a download for my Kobo.  I will avail myself of good free books and hopefully someone will find a way to make this less diminishing for our culture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2922545608439399304?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2922545608439399304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2922545608439399304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2922545608439399304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2922545608439399304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/03/demise-of-bookstore.html' title='Demise of the bookstore...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnwUzsrnCI0/TXA5RirJq0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ziW3qYhLqSM/s72-c/kobo-ereader-01-480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2296259763605557756</id><published>2011-03-02T10:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:42:48.394+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Bit of some updates...</title><content type='html'>I have changed the look of my blog.  There are still some kinks to work out, but it is not the weird colours it was before.  I hope this will make it more readable for people.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my credit union for a bank.  I am not sure this is a good thing, but so far it is good in that I don't have to pay fees on my transactions.  There are probably other fees that I will have to pay, but only occasionally, because I make only transactions, and not much else at the moment.  I have had to go around and tell those who need to know that my accounts have to be changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also opened an account to save a little money in, and the bank has assured me it will not be taking money out of it under any circumstances if I am only depositing money into it.  Which is all I wanted from the Credit Union. Sometimes long loyalty with a company counts for nothing these days; that is not a good thing for anybody.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed some people on Facebook are back to going on about the end of the world in 2012.  Good grief.  So my reply is to ask them for their stuff and offer to water their plants and care for their pets.  Maybe this should be on my religious blog.  haha.  I am also offering people if they are planning on having an apocalypse to supply their equine needs.  Can't have a decent apocalypse without horsemen, and horsemen have to be mounted on horses.   Oh well, so far, no takers on either of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2296259763605557756?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2296259763605557756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2296259763605557756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2296259763605557756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2296259763605557756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-some-updates.html' title='Bit of some updates...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3970995843560613621</id><published>2011-02-28T23:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:36:19.307+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Old Person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My operation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Taking steps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auCKUbGMrWw/TWuWihuyZ5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/krUo6EXk9Yo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auCKUbGMrWw/TWuWihuyZ5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/krUo6EXk9Yo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578718083342821266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Liverpool today with the Old Person.  The hospital there is one of the biggest in Sydney; with the new extension it may be the biggest.  I have not driven to Liverpool in several years: mostly it has not changed including very sparse carpark availability.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given Admission papers by the Specialist last week for my operation.  I had had my GP sign them for me last week.  I had filled them out over a few days last week.  There are two sets as I will need two Admissions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walk from the front entrance of the Hospital to the Admissions area is quite a distance.  I found it difficult to walk the distance - and with no where to sit along the way it was tiring.  The daughter was with me, so she stood in line while I was able to sit in the theatre sized waiting room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a small desk with two clerks doing the Admissions, one computer between them.  You can see an open plan office behind them through about three different doorways.  We were there about fifteen minutes before it was our turn.  The clerk just told me to wait so they could do my booking.  About ten minutes later another clerk came, called my name and informed me that they would phone me to come in for an information session and then a letter would be sent to me.  I am looking at around 3 months till I will be admitted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost excited about this operation, as the condition has been what has been causing my mental depression.  You will have noticed that through my blog, I continually refer to my depression, even after I had been on medication.  &lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is what has been causing the depression.  Now I can look forward to getting over it once and for all, to walking properly so that I can exercise and loose weight.  All the diet food in the world has not been working.  I can do back muscle strengthening exercises to help the general deterioration in my spine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be like getting my brain back and being able to do studies and have some hope to completing my studies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't deny that the operations and recovery are going to be harrowing for me - ironically the depression is making these fears worse at the moment. I don't know how soon afterwards I will start noticing a difference.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had calls of support from family members which is reassuring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3970995843560613621?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3970995843560613621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3970995843560613621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3970995843560613621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3970995843560613621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-steps.html' title='Taking steps...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auCKUbGMrWw/TWuWihuyZ5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/krUo6EXk9Yo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1416794213623293765</id><published>2011-02-23T21:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:57:19.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some news...</title><content type='html'>I went to the spinal surgeon today.  I have a crushed vertebrate in my neck.  I will have to have surgery - two operations.  One will be from the front and will remove one bone that is pressing on the cord, and the other will move the other bone that is also pressing on the cord from the back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't have the operation it is only a matter of time and I will be paralyzed which I certainly do not want to be.  It will be a bit painful at first but I think I can deal with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The operations will be done the front removal first and after a week, if I am healing up okay, the second.  Otherwise I will have to wait about a month and then get the second done.  I usually heal well after surgery, so I am very hopeful that this will be no different and I can get both done fairly close together and done with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest "phobia" with surgery, isn't so much the surgery itself, it is afterwards, when I first come round I vomit and immediately afterwards discover I have a drip in my arm and start to seriously freak out.  I understand now that they can give anesthetic that wont make you vomit, but I think I will get a referral to a psychologist about the drip because I really do freak out.  It has to do with when I gave birth to my children.  As this is surgery that involves my neck and I may not be able to eat for a while, it could get to be a serious problem for me otherwise.  I will also probably discuss it with my doctor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1416794213623293765?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1416794213623293765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1416794213623293765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1416794213623293765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1416794213623293765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-some-news.html' title='Finally some news...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2750736282458682877</id><published>2011-02-22T11:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:37:23.642+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Stupid Credit Union</title><content type='html'>So Unicom credit union, that I have been a member of since 1999 has finally pushed me to the limit.  Over about the last 2-3 years they  have changed policy without notification and downright lied to me about things and I am going to vent all over the internet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened an account into which I put $20 per fortnight.  Just for if I have to pay a bit extra for something, or need money for something.  I do not touch this money.  I have only opened it in the last couple of months.  I've been on new start waiting to get all this medical stuff seen to.  Thinking I would have enough for the specialist today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, no such luck.  I had not left enough money in my main account for my transaction fees; even though this has &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; been a problem in the past.  Not once.  But this month, they decided since I had money in my savings account, they would take that for my transaction fees.  So, not enough for the bill for the specialist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, not relying 100% on that, I had deposited a largish (for me) cheque from my birthday last week.  They  said it would take 3 days to clear. Today being day 4.  Was it cleared?  No.  Liars.  If I wanted to get it cleared I would have to pay a fee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily for me the specialist has an opening tomorrow I can fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tomorrow guess where I will &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;NOT &lt;/i&gt;be having my money left with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2750736282458682877?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2750736282458682877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2750736282458682877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2750736282458682877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2750736282458682877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-credit-union.html' title='Stupid Credit Union'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3863398955223391264</id><published>2011-02-18T07:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:23:29.974+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><title type='text'>Dental Update...</title><content type='html'>After three days of being in pain, I think I have an infection where the remaining teeth were extracted and I will be off to the dentist and maybe doctor this morning.  I have also had a headache to go along with it.  I rarely get headaches and it is quite frustrating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have taken to wearing my sunglasses for the moment; it seems to help with the headache.  Being on the computer doesn't really seem to help ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to finishing off a couple of projects this weekend. I also think I will get out my Kobo, re introduce myself to it and load it up with some e-books - of course, depending on how the headache progresses after I have seen the dentist/doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3863398955223391264?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3863398955223391264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3863398955223391264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3863398955223391264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3863398955223391264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/02/dental-update.html' title='Dental Update...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5327216080102007835</id><published>2011-02-15T16:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:43:16.950+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I am a pathetic blogger, but I felt a new one was needed for my religious thoughts.  You can find it &lt;a href="http://preteristalien.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be doing two correspondence courses starting in March, one in religious studies and the other my Certificate 3 in IT.  Maybe by doing a Cert 3 I will be able to finish my Cert 4 and understand stuff better.  The IT studies are through OTEN and the other through a College in Tasmania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping the above blog will allow me to document and discuss on my own terms what I am learning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the remainder of my dental work done today.  It was quite painful coming off the anesthetic even with a painkiller, but now after the second painkillers it is tolerable.  In a couple of weeks I will make an appointment to see the prostheticist and get dentures made.  Next Tuesday I will finally be seeing a spinal specialist with all my scans and xrays, so fingers crossed I will find out what is wrong with me  once and for all, and find a way forward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weight loss is still there, but only just, because I can't exercise fully as I would like to, and hopefully if I can get rid of the cramping and spasms, I will be able to walk and it will come off a bit faster.  Now that I have had my teeth seen to that should help as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more arts and crafts that I have been doing and finishing up and will post when a) I get photos, and b) when I remember to post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5327216080102007835?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5327216080102007835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5327216080102007835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5327216080102007835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5327216080102007835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-523617544080226306</id><published>2011-01-17T10:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:22:16.514+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scams'/><title type='text'>Further more ....</title><content type='html'>Well, so it turns out that the Queensland Government could have ordered the engineers at Wivenhoe dam to start releasing small amounts of water during the previous week/s to the flood and the devastation to Brisbane would not have been so bad.  How many lives would NOT have been lost?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why didn't they?  Turns out that Labor as a Political Party still adheres to the concept of Global Warming.  Had they released the water it would have "been a waste of a valuable resource".  Well, what did it end up as anyhow?  How many "resources" were wasted as a result of the flood?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What idiot came up with the concept of Global Warming thinking Australia would be in perpetual drought?  Accepted that there is some &lt;i&gt;climate change&lt;/i&gt; going on, but this flood is a result of a strong El Nina event, NOT anything else.  If we were warming up, then the flood would have been worse than the one in 1974 - even if it was more widespread - and what about the floods in the 19th Century which were even higher?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been going on about the insurance companies who are not going to pay out on damage because Flooding was not covered in some policies.  The State Government is being heavy  handed with the insurance companies trying to make them pay.  I think if the insurance companies do do the right thing, they should demand an inquiry and investigation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for having the "Greenies" on your side.  So much for your tears Anna Bligh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-523617544080226306?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/523617544080226306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=523617544080226306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/523617544080226306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/523617544080226306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/01/further-more.html' title='Further more ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-663606382110572902</id><published>2011-01-14T19:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:27:36.011+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Floods...</title><content type='html'>I guess like most people in Australia, I have been watching the awful floods in Queensland.  It has been very tragic that 15 people have lost their lives and thousands have lost their homes and possessions.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having family who lives in Brisbane, I am lucky that none of these events have really touched them.  I can't but wonder at the turn of events that prevented us from moving there two years ago as we originally planned.  It reinforces that God really does care for me and my family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to wonder too at the idea of building large commercial cities on the banks of rivers right where they meet the sea.  Brisbane is a port with shipping on a regular basis.  It is the same with New Orleans.  Too much of the wrong weather and both cities were devastated.  Toowoomba is a largish city as well.  Flood plains are not called that without reason.  Sooner or later there will be a flood.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will sense ever prevail - hardly, since the size of the cities are too large to just abandon to the fates.  There was a flood in Brisbane in 1974 so it stands to reason there will be floods in the future.  Homes can be made flood proof or as flood proof as possible; in the future it should be the demand of insurance companies and councils that new houses are built only above the height of floods (on stilts - like the old Queenslanders) and/or have rooms that can be totally sealed off so that possessions can be safely stored during a flood event.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insurance premiums will undoubtedly rise again, to help defray the costs of having to pay out on the floods.  Some food stuff costs will go up from crops destroyed during the floods being unavailable.  Mostly these sort of costs never come down again.  It will be harder for the poor to afford these things.  There is a sort of selfishness involved in these sort of lifestyle choices whether made consciously or unconsciously.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are seriously reconsidering our choice to move to Brisbane now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-663606382110572902?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/663606382110572902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=663606382110572902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/663606382110572902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/663606382110572902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2011/01/floods.html' title='Floods...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2369512513908826049</id><published>2010-12-28T21:50:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:58:06.440+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><title type='text'>Poor old Steph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRnBaNl4ysI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xamezpbtCvo/s1600/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRnBaNl4ysI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xamezpbtCvo/s320/Image201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555684271407549122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old girl nearly gave me a heart attack - again.  She was lying down at dinner time, then when she started to come up, she lay down again.  She wouldn't move, and rolled a bit like she was colicky.  We offered her a little food, which she wouldn't eat.  Rang a vet, who said to walk her.  So we put the halter on and the daughter lead her round and around.  After about the third time around, the mare had a great passing of manure, a huge fart ;-), and then we gave her a little food.  She ate the food with great gusto.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept an eye on her a bit longer, offered her some water, which she didn't really want.  She and Bell stood around the food shed for a while, then wandered off in search of the steer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked on her again about half an hour ago, offered her a piece of carrot.  She not only ate her piece, but swiped Bell's as well. So hopefully she is fine now.  I will keep check on her during the night.  More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2369512513908826049?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2369512513908826049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2369512513908826049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2369512513908826049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2369512513908826049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/12/poor-old-steph.html' title='Poor old Steph...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRnBaNl4ysI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xamezpbtCvo/s72-c/Image201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7254936136174133598</id><published>2010-12-24T12:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:05:51.027+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRPxH7y9hGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ewFe2QEWicU/s1600/Image0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRPxH7y9hGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ewFe2QEWicU/s320/Image0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554047884090770530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With tomorrow being Christmas the boys are really excited.  So because they are excited, it means arguments, squabbling and yelling at each other.  I have had to threaten both of them that I will cancel Christmas.  The daughter was called into work early and most likely will not finish till late as they want to set her shop up for the after Christmas sales next week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My patience is wearing thin, and they could be banished outside if they are going to keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing all my followers a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  Lets hope it is a good one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7254936136174133598?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7254936136174133598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7254936136174133598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7254936136174133598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7254936136174133598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/12/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRPxH7y9hGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ewFe2QEWicU/s72-c/Image0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7135472986404318046</id><published>2010-12-23T12:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:41:27.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRKlkq215SI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xT7uLzgN1Ik/s1600/409px-Georg_von_Rosen_-_Oden_som_vandringsman%252C_1886_%2528Odin%252C_the_Wanderer%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRKlkq215SI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xT7uLzgN1Ik/s320/409px-Georg_von_Rosen_-_Oden_som_vandringsman%252C_1886_%2528Odin%252C_the_Wanderer%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553683339899430178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Early Depiction of Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, it is almost that time of year again, when the Bearded one dumps his garbage under our moth eaten tree.  Actually, it is already there.  The boys know "who" Santa is and as long as they get goodies, don't really care.  I shall ask them to tell me the true Christmas story and read it to them.    We shall wander off with our stuff and except for lunch it will be a fairly normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The boys are more interested in raising $20 each so they can get three months' registration for some fantasy game they are playing on the computer and can buy goodies with the money.  We are fairly critical of the commercialism of Christmas and if it wasn't for the peer pressure put on the boys about it, would probably skip Christmas.  They do like their goodies, though.  It needs some thought, obviously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My youngest sister and I met up in Campbelltown last night and enjoyed a fine meal at George's.  I have known it was there ever since I first walked down Queen Street some 15 years ago, but last night was the first time I had actually been in there.  It is a very nice little restaurant, with no stairs to get into it, it's biggest selling point.  You can also eat at tables on the footpath.  The prices are not bad either and it was reasonable to good quality food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My biggest drawback was that I have lost my glasses.  Still have not found them.  I took them off before I went to shower for going out, and when I went to get them afterwards, they were not where I thought I had left them.  I searched everywhere and then some.  They will turn up eventually.  Meanwhile I am left wearing my dark glasses, which luckily are the same formula, just shaded for the sun.  On the white screen of the computer, the sunnies are actually much nicer  and softer on my eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More updates soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7135472986404318046?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7135472986404318046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7135472986404318046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7135472986404318046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7135472986404318046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TRKlkq215SI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xT7uLzgN1Ik/s72-c/409px-Georg_von_Rosen_-_Oden_som_vandringsman%252C_1886_%2528Odin%252C_the_Wanderer%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3032767514087477077</id><published>2010-12-16T05:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T05:19:51.324+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Negligence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TQkFInbWvXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cREqvVbauUI/s1600/carol_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TQkFInbWvXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cREqvVbauUI/s320/carol_red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550973661291658610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as well the blog can't charge me. lol.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really not been doing much.  I am finding the muscle cramps a bit of a distraction and have to wait till January for the MRI for the spinal specialist.  Four days later I am getting the first of my dental work done.  Although I am nervous about the pain I am starting to feel excited about the finished result when I get my dentures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fully committed to loosing weight, and even though the exercise part is difficult, I have been doing it.  So by this time next year, I will be a totally new person.  My 2012 New Year's resolution will be to get fit enough to start horse-riding again.  So I suppose my 2011 Resolution will have to be to stick with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photograph above is of a lady who is 75 years old and had not ridden for over twenty years.  When I saw this photo on one of the horse forums and realised how much older than me she was, getting back in the saddle, I was just blown away.  I know I can get back in the saddle at a much younger age.  (yes I do have permission for the photo).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I am loosing all this weight, I am saving up for a quality helmet, boots and maybe a pair of joddies.  I keep looking at Bell in &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;way. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is just around the corner, and this year we are prepared.  This is the first time &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; I can say this.  EVA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3032767514087477077?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3032767514087477077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3032767514087477077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3032767514087477077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3032767514087477077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/12/negligence.html' title='Negligence...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TQkFInbWvXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cREqvVbauUI/s72-c/carol_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-309616517919139638</id><published>2010-10-16T10:06:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:40:45.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip slidin' away ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjhJiIi1JI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9I_WN21W_Tg/s1600/Image0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjhJiIi1JI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9I_WN21W_Tg/s320/Image0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528416096494998674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Sister (note straight hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjg24JrIuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cYQj4SAQKsQ/s1600/Image0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosh here it is Saturday already and I haven't blogged about last weekend yet.  I feel like the week has just frittered away (it hasn't but feels like it).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday I got the train down to Canberra, to stay with my sister in order to visit my father who now lives in a Care facility there.  My sister met me from the train and we went via the shops to her place. First thing I noticed was that she had straightened her hair.  She has always had wavy to curly hair, a rich honey blond.  Now it is dead straight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is a great cook, probably learned during the years she was a vegetarian.  She made us a lovely meal with fish and an assortment of Mediterrainian vegetables. Followed by sorbet and frozen raspberries.  To die for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to visit my father in his care facility.  He has a largish room with a bathroom.  It has cupboards, a bed, some shelving, his computer desk, his bed and some chairs.  (My sister and I squabbled in the car going home about who would inherit it ;-) ).  It has a pair of large French doors that open onto an unenclosed roofed patio.  There is a white hydranger bush next to it and it leads down to a beautiful garden of plants that flower all year round, and lovely trees.  Just a delightful setting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father wanted me to adjust some clothing for him, so most of our time was taken up with working all that our - measuring, trying on, pinning and telling stories. He was in great health and has grown quite a beard.  We agreed to meet for lunch the following day.  The afternoon was taken up with unpicking some clothes for some adjustments for my sister and talking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we met Dad up on Red Hill, the highest point in the city itself.  There is a restaurant there.  We had a lovely lunch; Dad and my sister had steak with salad and I had a chicken terrine with slices of toasted Turkish bread with a tomato relish that was the nicest I have ever had.  Dad has always been a story teller and a collector of stories, so now that he is living somewhere new he has new stories.  It is never dull spending time with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch my sister dropped him home, since he lives in the same suburb.  She has borrowed her son's ute for a while while she waits for her new car to be delivered, so she can only take one person at a time.  I used my phone to take some photos of Canberra, which I will share soon, while I waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The afternoon was spent talking and sewing.  Her grandsons came home (they live with her) and we chatted with them for a little while.  We watched the Iron Chef that night, which is a bit amusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjg24JrIuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cYQj4SAQKsQ/s320/Image0164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528415775987802850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I did some  more pinning and sewing.  My sister collected my father again for lunch.  We chatted about things as I kept on sewing.  Then I took some photos.  They are not the best, done with a phone camera, but you can get the jist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I went to the station to get the train.  But due to some "Operations failure" (i.e. probably drunk train driver), they had cancelled the train and put on buses.  I am not the best traveler after dark on the roads.  Meeting up with the old Person doesn't help matters either as he hates driving at night as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And final say of all goes to my sister's 18 year old cat, Lala - talk to the tail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjgp5YBkCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8ESfXg-GPHM/s320/Image0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528415552978128930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-309616517919139638?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/309616517919139638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=309616517919139638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/309616517919139638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/309616517919139638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/10/slip-slidin-away.html' title='Slip slidin&apos; away ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLjhJiIi1JI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9I_WN21W_Tg/s72-c/Image0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-215643102090521422</id><published>2010-10-12T08:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:17:32.872+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Talk to the tail....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLN-ec6TgAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h0SuYlf9Q_s/s1600/Image0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLN-ec6TgAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h0SuYlf9Q_s/s320/Image0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526900229335646210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my sister's 18 year old cat Lala.  Lala was a rescue from the RSPCA about 10 years ago.  The poor thing is quite senile and is due to have all that fur shaved for summer as she isn't capable any more of caring for it herself.  She keeps fairly good health for a cat of her age.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you about my trip to Canberra later on today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-215643102090521422?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/215643102090521422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=215643102090521422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/215643102090521422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/215643102090521422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/10/talk-to-tail.html' title='Talk to the tail....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TLN-ec6TgAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h0SuYlf9Q_s/s72-c/Image0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-8699594092065120637</id><published>2010-10-07T11:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:18:01.670+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>A quick update ...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still here, still pottering and still vague as ever.  My health has improved somewhat which is a relief.  I am off to Canberra this weekend to stay with my sister, but also to visit with my father who I haven't seen for a few years now.  I am really looking forward to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just updated the &lt;a href="http://kazsopinion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alien Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; blog with another of my opinions.  I will update everything again once I am back from the weekend in Canberra.  I have been thinking and looking up a number of things I want to share... assuming I remember of course.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-8699594092065120637?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/8699594092065120637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=8699594092065120637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8699594092065120637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8699594092065120637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick-update.html' title='A quick update ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2465100023022337332</id><published>2010-09-09T18:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:50:00.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The grab for personal attention....</title><content type='html'>So some idiot religionists in the USA are going to burn Qurans.  Like that is going to help the American situation, and apparently, while attempts have been made to stop them, there isn't anything anyone can do.  I am so glad I do not live in the USA and I am deliberately writing this so that my Muslim/ME friends know that I do not support this sort of crap in any way, shape or form.  It sickens me that they are allowed to call themselves "Christians" and anyone who claims God via Christ's sacrifice is labelled as Christian as well.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other attention getter being dear Professor Hawkins.  What an old codger.  Saying the Universe doesn't need God, because the Laws of Physics work anyhow.  Oh, yeah.  And dear Professor Hawkins, who wrote those Laws?  Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2465100023022337332?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2465100023022337332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2465100023022337332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2465100023022337332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2465100023022337332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/09/grab-for-personal-attention.html' title='The grab for personal attention....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-449324435495578276</id><published>2010-08-25T21:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:12:23.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief ....</title><content type='html'>So I finally went to the doc again today, with my X-ray and CT scans done last Thursday.  Turns out my spine is deteriorating - thanks to having ridden horses for years and giving birth to four  whopping great babies and probably a crap diet for so  many years.  So the numbness down a third of my body is likely to be there for the rest of  my life.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this wouldn't bother me too much, but he says in two weeks I will be fit for looking for work again.  So tell me, are there any employers out there who would not have a problem with someone who has little to no control over their bladder due to numbness?  If there is please give me a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had to ring the pathology lab for my heliobacter test results.  Turns out I probably  have an ulcer in my stomach or duodenum.  Explains the feeling I have in my abdomen.  So I have some antibiotics to treat that.  The specialist said I have to take them for three months.  If it isn't gone by then, I have to go get the colonoscopy done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am in two minds whether to go to see  Centre link and find their opinion or just go and see another doctor.  I should probably try and find where my last doc went, and talk it over with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More interesting than Politics - we still have a hung Parliament - but we think Labor will probably get in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-449324435495578276?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/449324435495578276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=449324435495578276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/449324435495578276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/449324435495578276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-grief.html' title='Good grief ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6999939642848838839</id><published>2010-08-22T09:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:05:46.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Twenty Ten ...</title><content type='html'>I think we got what they deserved ... a hung Parliament.  If one or the other tries to get too uppity there are the Independents to keep them honest. They  haven't decided who is what yet ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6999939642848838839?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6999939642848838839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6999939642848838839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6999939642848838839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6999939642848838839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/election-twenty-ten.html' title='Election Twenty Ten ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7709834534471300440</id><published>2010-08-15T21:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:29:05.429+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><title type='text'>Don' mess wit me ...</title><content type='html'>I like doing things that people say "Shouldn't" "can't", etc, because it appeals to the rebellious child in me.  However, one thing I will not mess with is my internet security, and as such have just updated all our computers with the latest we could afford.  Okay, it's not Kasperski, because it is just a home computer.  But it is very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7709834534471300440?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7709834534471300440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7709834534471300440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7709834534471300440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7709834534471300440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/don-mess-wit-me.html' title='Don&apos; mess wit me ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4673265368314728921</id><published>2010-08-13T21:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:39:13.800+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Updates ...</title><content type='html'>Our internet died on Wednesday morning, just after we paid all the bills, but before we could get into any of our favs like facebook and yahoo groups.  What a horror that was for three days. lol.  Finally got it up and running earlier tonight.  Daughter has had to spend quite a few $$$ getting new wiring and stuff only to discover it was in actual fact the modem that has died.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She rang the ISP several times before they came to that conclusion.  They have her hooked up to the old modem for just now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My three books from Amazon have all arrived, within two weeks of ordering them, too.  One is a Preterist book, one is a book on hat making from the 1920's and the other is the classic, Metric Pattern Cutting for Children's clothing (I already have Women's clothing) - I can now design to my hearts content and not have to worry about copyright and all that, as they will be all my own designs.  Woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought three more punches yesterday, a six petal flower than I can make into 3D roses, a palm tree for christmas cards, and a little twiglet that I have coveted forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stamp company in the USA that I ordered some rubber from has also come through and my order is on the wing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I went and saw the Gastrologist on Wednesday, and while he is not too  interested in doing a colonoscopy he did say the numbness that I have isn't related to the abdominal problems i have been experiencing.  He thinks I should get a spinal CT scan, and that is scarey.  My abdominal problems may be related to ulcers, and I have to get pathology tests done for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had another fall this morning, partly my own fault as I was patting her Ladyship and she suddenly moved.  She had her usual smell to see if I was okay, but as I called the Daughter she knew I was and she moved carefully away.  She is very sweet that way.  My knee was sore a bit, but as I have rested and moved it during the day, it seems okay now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Daughter was kind enough to buy me the final DVD set for ST: Voyager.  So that is keeping me happy for just now; and I can craft as I watch. lol.  I'll get back to the sewing over the weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will go to my doctor again on Wednesday, as he is only a part timer now.  He can organise the scans and stuff and I might finally pinpoint what is actually wrong with me and I can start on the road to recovery.  I am happy that it isn't cancer and I am happy that I seem to be in good hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4673265368314728921?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4673265368314728921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4673265368314728921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4673265368314728921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4673265368314728921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates.html' title='Updates ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1081200071094744227</id><published>2010-08-10T06:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:52:46.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Election distortion ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TGBm_DXwjXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uZYXOAZKu9Q/s1600/12d87bc69b733e72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TGBm_DXwjXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uZYXOAZKu9Q/s320/12d87bc69b733e72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503511978069495154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leader of the Opposition, Mr Tony Abbot MP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cannot get my head around this person.  I guess as soon as I heard the word "Catholic" used to describe his religious background, I switched off to him.  Normally I associate Catholics as being Labor candidates, and the fact this guy is a Liberal is a bit twitchy.  But I put up a pickky of JG so here is one of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would I vote for him?  I doubt it.  His party doesn't seem to have many coherent policies that would actually benefit individuals other than the fact that usually with a Liberal Government, taxes can come down and that has to be good somewhere - if you are a worker.  There wouldn't be too much for those of us getting progressively older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I would follow him on twitter - the guy can't tweet.  Anyone who cannot tweet or even get a minion to tweet for him has something intrinsically wrong with them.  You are a Politician of the 21C, social networking is where it is at.  I don't recall much by way of following him on facebook either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; To give Julia Gillard a few points, however, the woman can tweet, even if it is a minion doing it for her, at least it is there.  Kevin Rudd can sort of tweet; I started following him just before the "fall".  I felt bad for him, I have to admit.  I think most Labor Pollies are a bit more "human" than Liberal Pollies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My biggest problem is that my Parents were both Liberal supporters for many years, and I mean actual members of the Liberal Party.  But one day, my father actually questioned something, and they were shown the door.  So I have been pretty brainwashed against Labor, and feel that looking at the crookedness of NSW state Politics (Labor) my brainwashing has been correct.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which is why i hate voting for either of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If Labor is still in thick with the Greens, well that is just asking for big trouble.  Greenies in this country, heck greenies anywhere are major trouble and not interested in people one little bit; other than how they can make the candidates look good.  I would never support them, ever.  Green politics are whitewashing a terrible agenda, part of which is to reduce the population of the world to less than 1 billion people.  I often wonder how they would do that.  And it is creepy to think about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reading between the lines of the Labor website is interesting, but you would have to be pretty astute to notice the games they play with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never trust people with fake australian accents, anyhow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1081200071094744227?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1081200071094744227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1081200071094744227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1081200071094744227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1081200071094744227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-election-distortion.html' title='More Election distortion ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TGBm_DXwjXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uZYXOAZKu9Q/s72-c/12d87bc69b733e72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-8762274999127047968</id><published>2010-08-05T17:52:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:28:58.532+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Old Person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><title type='text'>Plodding ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFp1ywd-_6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vArOmrPIVkU/s1600/The+Old+Person.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFp1ywd-_6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vArOmrPIVkU/s320/The+Old+Person.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501839409651056546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Old Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is not exciting to say we went to the Mall today for shopping - I  have to use a trolley to get any mileage out of my  old bod these days.  The daughter had a few chores to do there so we decided to do our grocery shopping there.  At one stage while waiting for her I spotted a papermaking kit on special in the book shop.  Now a kid's kit has sort of been on my wishlist, on about page three, so I only bought it because I convinced the old person to pay for it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper making is one of those things that I would like to try my  hand at as part of the general craft stuff that I do, teaching myself this and that dabbling, if you will in the amusing arts.  So this weekend I thought I would grab the grandsons, and go try it.  They will get a bit of a buzz to do something totally different.  Grandson1 is in high school now, so it may not be "cool".  But GS2 is happy to do "kid" things any time.  I think if GS2 could have stayed a grade 3 person forever he would be happy .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't talked about the old person much lately as he hasn't lived here for a while, but he still hangs around.  He has to contribute to his half of keeping up her ladyship the ex racehorse.    But lately he has become even worse in trying to dominate all things.  He wants me to get another job so that we can move to the South Coast and have a little fishing house "sell the horses - we should get &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; for them"; yeah, the knackers will probably give us $200 for her ladyship and we'd have to pay him to take the really old Arabian mare.  Over my dead body.  (Yeah, yeah, I know the line from MIB).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often find myself wondering why the heck I still put up with him, even suggesting to him a few other women who might get interested in him.  One sort of was going to, but he said something stupid and now she doesn't want a bar of him.  But I guess I am just a sucker for someone with a car who will drive me around without complaining more than usual about it.  Also, he will clean up after the horses; even without being asked.  He buys their hay too, so I can't exactly go on too much about him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-8762274999127047968?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/8762274999127047968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=8762274999127047968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8762274999127047968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8762274999127047968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/plodding-d.html' title='Plodding ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFp1ywd-_6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vArOmrPIVkU/s72-c/The+Old+Person.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6414015001969092250</id><published>2010-08-04T11:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:20:56.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFi_j3Foz6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NIpVJog3s2g/s1600/r206090_785215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFi_j3Foz6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NIpVJog3s2g/s320/r206090_785215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501357567636983714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an election coming up on the 28th or there abouts.  I'm not to bothered by politics.  I vote only because in Australia it is compulsory.  If you are caught  not voting, you can pay a fine.  Well I say, bugger that for a joke, go along, get my name crossed off, get  my papers.  If there is a goofy party that isn't too off the wall, I will vote for them (hey, someone has to) or I will just neatly fold the papers and put them into the box required.  I cannot get over how some papers would easily fit my dining room table almost.  That is so ridiculous.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure taxing the mining companies is a really good thing.  Okay, they are making a load of money, but they are actually getting in and doing it, not the government.  They pay taxes on their profits and a pretty hefty slug it is too.  But they have the Superannuation funds as their main investors, and with more of us getting older, we need a decent return on our  money.  They also take young people, give them proper training &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; employment, which not many other large sectors are prepared to do.  So taxing them more to pay for some fruitloop scheme that should never see the light of day doesn't really make sense to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I am a "capitalist" and think everyone has the opportunity to make money legally in this country and should be able to.  Yes, our social programs are some of the best in the world, but many of them need a good tweek too.  But that is a path best not trodden at the moment so I don't get on my high horse about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be happy because we have a woman Prime Minister.  I am supposed to be happy simply because I am a woman, not that she has any good/new/decent ideas.  As The Daughter said, if she had taken the GST of womens' sanitary requirements, she might listen to the rest of what she had to say.  My daughter is not of the same political persuasion as I am, either.  (She's the only one - lol).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder what the future will hold for those to come after, but I wont be around to witness much of it.  I can only prepare my family for what I know, and they have to learn and adjust for themselves to make the future.  Hopefully it will be good to them.  Okay I don't want to get maudlin here so I might leave this subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, next week is my colonoscopy, the week after is the Craft and Quilting show at Rosehill Gardens Racecourse and then the election.  Two are much the same thing, so I will just look forward to the Craft and Quiltin show at my favourite venue.  I love Rosehill Gardens Racecourse it is a super place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6414015001969092250?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6414015001969092250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6414015001969092250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6414015001969092250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6414015001969092250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving right along ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TFi_j3Foz6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NIpVJog3s2g/s72-c/r206090_785215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-898411633159855292</id><published>2010-07-29T12:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:36:57.066+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><title type='text'>Sleeping ...</title><content type='html'>All my adult life, until I moved to Sydney, I was never sick.  Never spent a moment in hospital unless it was to give birth, and once when I had some stomach pains.  Then I moved to Sydney and after about five years, I started getting this and that wrong with me.  Often to the words "There doesn't seem to be anyting wrong" after great, torturous visits to the Radiologists.  So now that I am pretty much over the worst of my depression, something else comes along.  Turns out I have a swollen transverse colon.  A CT scan couldn't detect what was wrong so I have been recommended for a colonoscopy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to add to that discomfort, I have been coughing, because I have not been keeping warm enough.  I layer up, but still feel cold.  So this keeps me awake at night.  During the day, warm drinks or food seem to relieve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I slept till 11.00 am just before my daughter left for work.  I had been awake most of the night - again.  Tonight I am  going to take in a thermos full of hot tea and see if that doesn't help.  Oh, and a hot water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I will get through this, just like everything else, and probably be told much the same thing.  I have loads of crafting to do, and any day now, they will ring about the servicing of my machine and I will be off sewing again.  I have plenty to do, so I am not dwelling on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-898411633159855292?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/898411633159855292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=898411633159855292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/898411633159855292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/898411633159855292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7552918365755497078</id><published>2010-07-27T11:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:44:15.529+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally sorted the camera and uploading ... lol</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a bit longer than I thought. Life sometimes gets in the way when we are making other plans. I have not been idle, but have got the photos from the camera downloaded to the computer and compressed. They were very big files, for whatever reason. Now they are manageable and I am able to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TE44hUUdZvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oC4jRYkNzx0/s1600/city+186+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498394340107314930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TE44hUUdZvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oC4jRYkNzx0/s320/city+186+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cover for the album. It was one fat quarter of fabric. I tried to get the flower coloured with stamp ink the same yellow as the leaves. The red on the petals matches as well. The button has a gold centre. I have had that button for around 30 years and finally found something to use it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover is lightly padded with doll stuffing and the inside has a cardstock base. The base of the cover is 2mm chipboard, specially for archival use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498395732460814658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TE45yXPZwUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iOJWJLzriAY/s320/city+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives you an idea of the thickness of the album. The pages themselves are 22cm x 22cm and there are 43 of them. I will share some of the pages on Bilum which you can access by clicking &lt;a href="http://bilum.blogspot.com//"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7552918365755497078?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7552918365755497078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7552918365755497078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7552918365755497078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7552918365755497078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-sorted-camera-and-uploading-lol.html' title='Finally sorted the camera and uploading ... lol'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/TE44hUUdZvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oC4jRYkNzx0/s72-c/city+186+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2084495650534874468</id><published>2010-07-08T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:49:38.690+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Old Person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back - after quite some time ...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take up blogging again, now that the worst of my depression is past. I was treated this time with a stronger medication and did some time with a psychologist. I am slowly coming off the medication and hopefully that will be that. I know the source of the depression and what to do about it, so it should not be a bother to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few things while away, one of which was a 42 page album with the covers for my Aunt in Adelaide. My father was living in Adelaide and had the family album I made for him, but with him now moving to Canberra, she has not family contact. So I downloaded 22 recent photographs of myself and my sisters and our respective families and grandkids. I did scrapbooking and stamping for all the photos. After I had done all that, I thought I had better tell her who everyone was, so duplicating all the pages I wrote a little about each person. With an intro page, and the pages for the two horses and kitten, it came to 42 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I made the covers for the album with chipboard and fabric. I used some stuffing in the front cover. I coloured up a flower for the cover and hung some tags from one corner. Do I have photos? Yes, some. Do I have them on the computer to show everyone. When I have finished working out how to do this I will post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently I am working on a small album for the old person. The daughter has been taken to work almost every day by him, so it will be a small thank you for him. It has pictures of Her Ladyship the exracehorse and her two foals, Goldie and Cody. I will put in a few more over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing a couple of great diatribes, one for &lt;a href="http://alienhorses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alien Horses &lt;/a&gt;and one for &lt;a href="http://kazsopinion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alien Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;. Well just expressing some opinions, anyhow. I hope to be taking both of those blogs in a little new direction soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so patient, and I will update from time to time as memory serves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2084495650534874468?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2084495650534874468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2084495650534874468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2084495650534874468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2084495650534874468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-after-quite-some-time.html' title='Back - after quite some time ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2311167793325231605</id><published>2010-02-07T21:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:10:46.296+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Purity of Heart</title><content type='html'>When I was a child we lived by a code of sorts, and of all things, purity of heart was the most important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the code consisted of things like, giving to the poor (luckily we didn't know any poor people, or I would have wondered what to give them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help little old ladies across the road (even though my mother still had to hold my hand to cross the road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always let your horse go home on a loose rein (even if he could outrun the Melbourne Cup champions at dinner time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the ten commandments, which in turn consisted of love God before all other gods (there were others?), do not steal, do not kill, do not bear false witness (and if I was ever to be a witness in court, I would not bear falsely) and do not covet your neighbour's wife, donkey or worldly goods (since I was a girl, I wasn't likely to covet his wife, he didn't have a donkey, so I couldn't covet it, but I knew I would have if he had had one, and our worldly goods were actually more coveteous than his).  The worst things you could be were a yella belly or an Indian giver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were sort of formed when I was about seven years old and more or less do me these days as well, albeit somewhat modified.    Of course, I now know there are actually 10 ten commandments and I try to live by them.  There are other codes that help us live, but these are a good place to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to others from around my generation and a bit before, and they had very similar codes they lived by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2311167793325231605?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2311167793325231605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2311167793325231605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2311167793325231605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2311167793325231605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2010/02/purity-of-heart.html' title='Purity of Heart'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-115665130314365431</id><published>2009-12-23T03:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:10:41.385+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again ...</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a long time since I last posted.  Have I got anything new to say? Not really.  For some reason I had convinced myself that I need photographs to illustrate my blog, and wouldn't post because I didn't have photos downloaded from my phone or camera.  But now I have decided to get my act together over the next few days and get it all sorted out.  I would like to blog on a much more frequent basis, especially on Bilum.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do a bit of a rehash as to what is going on in my mind during this time as well.  Facebook just doesn't cut it when you want to have a really good rant about things.  :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-115665130314365431?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/115665130314365431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=115665130314365431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/115665130314365431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/115665130314365431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-again.html' title='Back again ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7357359429365403794</id><published>2009-09-24T06:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:19:17.504+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Really annoyed ....</title><content type='html'>The government, in its wisdom (and if you can't trust the government, who can you trust?) decided single mothers should go out and work for a living for themselves and their children.  So with no work experience per se and a great deal of trepidation, the daughter got herself a job with an IGA supermarket.  Well it seems like any dipshit can walk in off the streets and buy and IGA francise.  Because the dipshits that ran the one my daughter worked for cut her hours without warning, abused and intimidated her.  She left.  Then they told her if she wanted her final pay to submit a pay form, which she did, and now the bastards think they can get away with not paying her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7357359429365403794?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7357359429365403794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7357359429365403794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7357359429365403794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7357359429365403794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-annoyed.html' title='Really annoyed ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6700023347334030624</id><published>2009-07-06T12:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:44:07.048+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Appearances to the contrary ....</title><content type='html'>I am not dead.  Some days I feel as though I am.  I have just been doing much thinking and organising.  I still haven't finished organising the studio in the garage.  Just little things that need storage that I do not have.  It is frustrating.  But I am getting there.  Hopefully by the end of this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new horse, my Arabian mare.  Her name is Stephanique but we just call her Steph.  She is a real character and has happily settled in with Her Ladyship, the ex-racehorse.  I have photos on my mobile phone,  so will have to download them soon.  She is 26 years old, fit as a fiddle and can raise a trot with the best of them.  Tail up over her back and she thinks she can outrun Her Ladyship.  That is so funny.  (Reminder to self: learn to put vidoes on Youtube and onto blog.  It isn't rocket science!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eldest son came at the end of February and is still here.  He has a job in a warehouse, where they unload containers and stuff for companies to pick up.  He also drives a forklift.  He is very tired most days when he comes home.  He has to start at 6.00 am of a morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to try and update all my blogs over the next few days, work on photographs and maybe even a video.  I am much more motivated and the worst of the depression seems to have gone.  Getting sick last year was the downer and it has taken me this long to feel well again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until again ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6700023347334030624?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6700023347334030624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6700023347334030624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6700023347334030624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6700023347334030624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/07/appearances-to-contrary.html' title='Appearances to the contrary ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6614117822014116945</id><published>2009-04-30T19:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:07:12.528+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>I missed ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/Sfl26F4GwBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-ijRyQFRZ_o/s1600-h/josh+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/Sfl26F4GwBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-ijRyQFRZ_o/s320/josh+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330422374351683602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Starbug - our new kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a day, but not to worry.  As I still have no real news.  Although I had to take two of our cats to the vet this morning.  The new kitten had to have her stitches removed from her neutering operation.  But the ginger x-tom has had a sore paw for a while.  He actually went to the vets about two weeks ago.  He was given some painkillers and anti-inflamatory tablets.  He was going okay, then three days ago he was hobbling without putting his paw down at all.  He is just miserable.  The vet is positive that he has only torn a muscle and needs confinement for a few weeks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny seeing the vet as a small animal vet, as I am used to him coming out and tending my horses.  I can use horse jargon with him, but I don't really know much about cat physiology or anatomy and I am going to have to learn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new kitten is a lovely white colour with ginger and black patches on her back.  She has a faded ginger chin, and faded ginger spots behind her hocks and front pads.  She has a lovely huge foxtail that you have to see to believe.  And she is so very bright, especially for a cat and considering she is only six months old, it really amazes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also has a blue eye and a yellow eye, as you can see in the photo above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6614117822014116945?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6614117822014116945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6614117822014116945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6614117822014116945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6614117822014116945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-missed.html' title='I missed ..'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/Sfl26F4GwBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-ijRyQFRZ_o/s72-c/josh+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4434721490902357690</id><published>2009-04-28T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:05:09.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Something every day ...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, there is such a lack of news here that I am only blogging to get myself back into the habit.  We watched Nemesis last night, in preparation for the new movie.  The differences are really chalk and cheese and then some.  But I am really excited about the new movie.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished an art work, and I promise I will photograph some of my recent work and load it onto Bilum very soon.  I will let you know when.  Also pickkies of the new kitten.  Starbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4434721490902357690?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4434721490902357690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4434721490902357690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4434721490902357690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4434721490902357690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-something-every-day.html' title='A little Something every day ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4562534066192556034</id><published>2009-04-27T14:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:19:26.008+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><title type='text'>School holidays ...</title><content type='html'>So the grandsons and Sunnyboy have been on school holidays.  The first week it rained and the second week their Uncle took them to a movie.  They spent most of their time playing with their Mum's Wii.  (so is it called Wiiing?)  They have been playing with racing cars on the Wii and the carry on is as much as if they were really driving them.  Of course the game comes with a steering wheel for each player and it is quite amusing to watch them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Mum comes home she shoos them off it and sits there playing her own game with has about the worst game music I have ever heard, long and boring, same tune over and over.  Still it isn't as noisy as the boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was ANZAC day, so today (Monday) is a public holiday and the teachers have a "student free day" so they don't go back to school till Wednesday.  And this is counted as week 1 of term 2 by the department.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still the really main thing is the Daughter is working now, and after three months will be made permanent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I should be thinking more deeply about what I am going to be doing to earn a few pennies.  I will have to think hard - and fast - about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4562534066192556034?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4562534066192556034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4562534066192556034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4562534066192556034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4562534066192556034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-holidays.html' title='School holidays ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7097978753287339088</id><published>2009-04-26T18:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:22:56.869+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Still in the land of the living ... sort of ...</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been a while and I still wont be writing much.  Just to let you know I am still here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never made it to Queensland for various reasons and still here on the farm.  The old person moved out and has a government flat about two kms down the road.  My sister is here with Sunnyboy.  My oldest son is also here for a while.  He was having problems in Queensland and felt a sojourn with Mum would be a good thing. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daughter got a job and works part time at the moment.  When her three months trial period is over they might give her longer hours.  It isn't all that far away from here and so very convenient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not working per se, but babysitting the boys for the daughter and getting ready to invite people over to my "Studio" to teach mixed media arts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loads of ideas for my blogs, so just give me a while and it will be up and running again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7097978753287339088?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7097978753287339088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7097978753287339088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7097978753287339088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7097978753287339088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-in-land-of-living-sort-of.html' title='Still in the land of the living ... sort of ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1783483941622627147</id><published>2008-12-29T21:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:18:53.749+11:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas has come and gone, a mad rush right up until the last moment.  I left my job and it still hasn't sunk in.  I guess maybe next week when the others go back I might feel a bit adrift.  I am going to the City tomorrow and I am quite nervous about it.  Silly, I know, but there you go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old person has a two bedroom flat in Leumeah for the moment, and seems to have settled in quite well.  We got him a mobile phone so that he can make and receive calls.  It is cheaper than having a line phone, as it is prepaid.  He still comes over to do washing and generally annoy us.  We didn't see much of him while the X was here, but the X is bad enough anyhow.  Having to deal with two of them at the same tame is very frustrating.  It wasn't particularly jealousy, but more like just dislike.  The old person is not a sociable person and the X is from my "past", so it worked out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had two of my other grandchildren here, my oldest son's daughter and youngest son.  The older boy elected to go to his gran's place in Port Pirie, but I think he was having it a bit rough with one of his aunties there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super having so many children around for Christmas.  Christmas should be shared with kids, and it seems to make it more fun.  I do not cook at Christmas, I buy some cooked chooks, some premade salads and paper plates and plastic cutlery.  We rounded up a big box and put a garbage bag into it and it was fine.  That all of it should be so easy.  The X actually bought food as well for the day and the Missus made a fruit cake which was really nice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will put in a link on the side to my new blog which I am keeping for public viewing, this will remain a close family blog, not for public.  I will update all of them during the week.  Look out for more announcements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1783483941622627147?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1783483941622627147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1783483941622627147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1783483941622627147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1783483941622627147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/12/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5772014016549184642</id><published>2008-11-02T21:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:47:30.970+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Quick note ...</title><content type='html'>Just a quick hello, as I have been back working full time and not had time to scratch my butt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the funeral of the husband of my supervisor at work.  It was nicely done at a funeral home out at Leppington - behind Denman Court.  It was very sad, and it was hard greeting her afterwards, but I couldn't not greet her.  I hand stamped a nice card for her and gave it too her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been off two weeks.  The Boss's secretary phoned her and she said she just was not up to being with people.  I feel so very sad for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Americans are in the process of voting for their new President.  Whoever they choose the weight of the world is going to be on that person's shoulders.  If it is Mr McCain, things should naturally progress from how they are now, but I have a nasty feeling if Mr Obama gets in things could get very bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think either way Australia will probably fare reasonably well, but it will not be easy in the present circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention I handed in my paper work to leave work in December?  I think I did.   I still do not regret it and hope that it will work out to be wise and move forward from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am teaching myself a new computer language - Python - and it is fairly straight forward.  I am learning the concepts of Object Orientation which although I know what it is, I have not done in previous languages.  I want to use it to do gaming programming and multimedia in 3D.  I will keep you posted how it all goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must go, but next weekend after another full week of work, I will post a longer item and pass more opinions.  I have also started up a fun blog which you can find &lt;a href="http://grammakaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  So till next time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5772014016549184642?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5772014016549184642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5772014016549184642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5772014016549184642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5772014016549184642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-note.html' title='Quick note ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7971357327594302752</id><published>2008-10-18T02:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:45:46.452+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>So sad and so awful ...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday has to have been one of the worst days for work.  One of our "other" ladies, who is on maternity leave, came in with her little boy.  He is not quite two and is very funny.  He was dancing around and we were all laughing and enjoying having such a sweet child with us.  At 11.30 I went off to have my lunch, as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I noticed one of our ladies gone, but I assumed she was either out for a smoke or cuppa.  Another lady came and said her husband had a heart attack.  The lady who was on maternity leave left just as they were telling me.  It was a really dreadful thing.  One other lady was crying and later in the afternoon, we found out via a phone call that he had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have felt so very bad for this woman.  She had been married to him since they were 19 years old and they had raised a family of five children together, including twins.  They had been married for over thirty years.  It is all so very sad, and so very awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more later.  Having a few computer glitches ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7971357327594302752?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7971357327594302752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7971357327594302752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7971357327594302752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7971357327594302752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sad-and-so-awful.html' title='So sad and so awful ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6951531312024104608</id><published>2008-10-10T20:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:20:03.222+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chrome Wars ...</title><content type='html'>Well, for goodness sake.  About the same time I downloaded Google Chrome as my web browser, the daughter downloaded Internet Explorer 8 (IE8).  I rather like Chrome and I am hoping it wont be too long till it will be supported by Exit Reality.  (Yay!)  Maybe it is just the fact that it is not a Microsoft thing.  Actually, I have always been supportive of Microsoft and its ideas, when everyone else has been very anti.  I don't like reading nasty things about Bill Gates, especially if it is personal. I think his building of Microsoft has been an inspiring story.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when we have gone to use IE8 on the daughter's computer, when clicking on the icon a message comes up informing us Google Toolbar is not supported.  Sure enough, if you do a "Google Search", you can still use the search engine, however,  you cannot connect to any of the websites.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have heard of some childish things before, any parent has (lol).  But seriously this is one of the  most pathetic things I have ever come across.  It is only a backlash against google for bringing out the beta version of Chrome at the time Microsoft was bringing out IE8.  If IE8 is so good it should be able to stand alone without the makers resorting to this sort of childish payback behaviour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also notice in Chrome, when I go to access my Hotmail, that a warning comes up that I should update my browser.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, get over it.  Microsoft will always rule the world, you do not need to resort to this kind of childish behaviour.  Just fix things so that it all works fine both ways.  Find ways to get along.  The Chrome browser is probably here to stay, I like it and I know plenty of people who do as well.  But business wise, they will always use IE xxx because it is the industry standard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you what, once it supports Linux and Macintosh (Apple) I think I will change the whole hog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For crying in a bucket ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6951531312024104608?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6951531312024104608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6951531312024104608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6951531312024104608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6951531312024104608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/10/chrome-wars.html' title='The Chrome Wars ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6078681742215054977</id><published>2008-10-06T16:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:22:39.380+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Bin raining ...</title><content type='html'>Having my "Nanny Nap" this afternoon,  I was rudely awakened by what I at first thought was a heavy wind.  No, it was a rain storm.  It was heavy enough and windy enough to have been a cyclone.  But this is Sydney, and "they" will tell  you, "We don't get cyclones in Sydney", so who am I to argue.  What was it then ... ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been quite tired lately, so I am off to the Doctor's tomorrow to find out what could be causing it.  I have a feeling I am still anaemic.  The doctor tells me I should eat red meat for the iron and then says not too much because of my pre-diabetic state.  Luckily I can also take iron tablets and I am using resistant starches to help with the insulin.  That and the Weight Watchers should see me right - eventually. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arts and crafts are stalling, partly because I don't want to buy anything else now that my layby is done and I need new this that and the other thing.  Partly because I have the artistic equivalent of "writer's block".  I have been trying to design my own cards, and the first couple have been really nice, but lacking that certain level of professionalism I would like, and just a bit short of "complete".  Still, better to be experimenting and doing something than just sitting there staring at the idiot box.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no news. One of the reasons for not writing for a while, is that nothing has happened. Oh, the daughter went to Canberra to stay with my niece, but she will have to blog about that, because I wasn't there.  I have joined myspace, but that is hardly news.  Even her ladyship is so normal (touch wood).  She stood out in the rain, just waiting for it to stop and went back to her grazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off work this week, as it is the second week of the holidays and not much happening at work, but the daughter is going to be babysitting up to six kids and I don't want the old person terrorising them.  He said he missed them terribly while they were away but has treated them horribly since they have been back.  He is a very scarey person.  The daughter says his Gemini traits are worse than Jeckyl and Hyde.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I think of anything, I will either edit this or I will write another post ... adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6078681742215054977?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6078681742215054977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6078681742215054977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6078681742215054977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6078681742215054977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/10/bin-raining.html' title='Bin raining ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3222784134505725306</id><published>2008-09-22T10:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:18:45.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Germs ...</title><content type='html'>Now the old person and I have owned her ladyship for 9 years and have spent everyday of that nine years with her.  Not once have we had any health problems, except the old person has a bit of an allergy to dust.  Since it affects his skin, he wears gloves when preparing her food and no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, the old person watched an item on Landline on the ABC about Hendra virus.  So now herladyship has horse germs because a bat infected a horse and the horse infected a Vet who died - in Queensland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is convinced that her ladyship is going to infect him with it and he is going to die.  She intimidates him when he eats anything outside, and one time he had a cup of coffee which she proceeded to lick from the cup.  He had to thoroughly wash his hands, change his clothes and was actually going to throw the cup away.  Luckily he decided just to thoroughly wash it in really hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bit him as well.  She really hates having her chest played with, even touched, so it can be a bit dicey when putting on the small belt on her rug at night.  I will sternly say "No" and she will stand.  He doesn't talk to her at all, ever.  (She is an animal).  So even though after all these years he knows she hates it, he still fiddle faddles around with her rug.  Then gets upset because he wasn't smart enough to read her body language (ears back, head swing, probably tail swishing) moments before it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the daughter and I have been laughing about this for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, we don't get Hendra virus here, 1. No bats (and therefore no bats with Hendra).  2.  Our feed is kept in a shed.  3. We feed her ladyship under shelter.  I tell you there are days when bashing your head against a brick wall would be softer than dealing with the old person. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tra ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3222784134505725306?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3222784134505725306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3222784134505725306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3222784134505725306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3222784134505725306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/09/horse-germs.html' title='Horse Germs ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2369920191837724885</id><published>2008-09-21T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:07:01.962+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Long time no see ...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a while since I have blogged.  No major excuses, just got tied up doing other things.  Things that have sort of been pending for an age and have finally got around to finishing.  The good thing about my medication for the depression is that it has chirped me up no end, and I can finish things and focus more.  My Doctor warned me about feeling euphoric, which I guess I need to be careful of, but I must say I am feeling much happier these days.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that, I am also aware that the chemicals could make me say things differently to what I would if I wasn't on them, so if I suddenly sound a bit nutty, please point it out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a million (well about 100) cross stitches that are just in a pile waiting for a home or display of some sort, so I made a stick book and put in 8 of them into it.  I still have to finish the cover, and I will post it on Bilum in a while.  I will probably make another one for another pile, and maybe a new star book for some smaller ones.  This might eliminate about 30 from the collection.  lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About three weeks ago the sister and I left Sunnyboy with the daughter and the grandsons.  We got a bus and two trains to Rosehill Racecourse.  We spent about 4 hours after that wandering around the annual Stitches and Craft show.  It was a super day and we saw loads of things we "wanted" to buy, but luckily were able to limit ourselves to our budgets.  Actually I had about $30 left, which was unusual for me, but I just have enough scissors for just now and buttons.  I did buy another iron, a little one about 10cm long, so it is about 5 times bigger than my dear little clover iron, which I love.  It is specifically for ironing cotton and afixing iron on - whatever needs ironing on and has iron on glue, such as interfacing, hemming web etc.  So it doesn't need heat settings.  It cost a little more than I really want to pay, but I have it now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought some fabric strips, about forty of them.  They are selvedge to selvedge and 7cm wide.  I have sewn some of them together to make a bag for my laptop, but as it is a quasi crazy quilt thing, it is going to take a bit of a while to make.  I got some fat quarters as well, some Japanese inspired fabrics.  I also got stamps, I mean, can you see me going anywhere like this and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; buying stamps?  They were paisley pattern, and not very expenive at all.  But I am going to have to mess around with colours for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes two hours from home to Racecourse and then two back.  So it was a long, full day.  And the Daughter said Sunnyboy was good as gold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been much the same as ever.  I was off almost 7 weeks with being sick and my heart scare ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tell you about that.  Ha, well, I did a stress test on a walking machine for about five minutes at speed (walking) till my heart rate went up.  It did not go up as high as they were expecting, either.  (I am not totally unfit).  I had a heart ultra sound as well, lasted for about 20 minutes.  Lady was very nice, very professional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the outcome?  Next time I have chest pains, see a gastro-intestinal specialist first.  I paid a crapload of money to find that out!  Still, can't complain, better than there was actually something wrong; better than a blockage.  FFS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until next time I get my butt moving to blog ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2369920191837724885?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2369920191837724885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2369920191837724885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2369920191837724885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2369920191837724885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6248775959343512725</id><published>2008-08-18T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:36:47.288+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Old Person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Long time ...</title><content type='html'>Although I have been sick, and spent much time in bed, I have also been doing things.  Not alot, because the whole thing has left me weak and tired, mostly.  I have finished of my "chatelaine" and will photograph it and load it onto Bilum in the next few days.  I have also finally watched the video for my Embroidery Sewing Machine after having it for a few years now.  I hope to sit down and do one little design this weekend.  If it works I shall tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun sorting out things to keep and throw away for our "move".  I am a junk collector.  It isn't second hand junk, I just buy things and think I will use them one day, and end up never using them.  Mostly my motivation peters out and I just forget about it.  Now that I am on medication, I feel more motivated to do things, and finishing the blog, the "chatelaine" and stuff was really easy to do.  I should live on this stuff! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ladyship is loosing her hair for the warmer months ahead, and there is brown fur everywhere outside.  I have been brushing her, rubbing her with a towel and whatever I can to ease the itching, but she has about 2 months to go of the worst of it.  Poor thing.  She just asks for a carrot now and then.  Okay, she is somewhat spoilt, but being alone still she needs some sort of company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old person is getting grouchier and nastier and fatter.  I suppose partly to do with his old age, but I think now more than before, he might be getting dementia.  He refuses to see the doctor for a diagnosis.  "There is nothing wrong with me. It's everyone who has a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter is blogging now.  She bought a movie camera and is trying to load videos onto her blog, but has struck some technical complications we are going to have to get more information on.  Once she has the videos uploaded I will let you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go serve dinner.  Nice chatting with you again ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6248775959343512725?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6248775959343512725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6248775959343512725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6248775959343512725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6248775959343512725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-time.html' title='Long time ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-272845841806323376</id><published>2008-08-17T12:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:34:08.539+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><title type='text'>Nigh unto death's door ...</title><content type='html'>I hear ya knockin' but you can't come in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a bit of a drama queen.  What else is new.  I have been sick.  I have been feeling like the bottom of a dog's stomach and then some.  It has been the dreaded lurgy, bitten me three times in seven weeks.  It has left me feeling weak and tired.  So I haven't been blogging or anything.  Not even my sewing, cross stitch or horse have cheered me up.  Although I have cheered &lt;a href="http://alienhorses.blogspot.com/"&gt;my horse up&lt;/a&gt;, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a very nasty scare from my Doctor during this time and have had to sit down and rethink much of what I am doing and still want to do.  I have been taking medication for the depression, and about the third day of taking it, my stomach, chest and throat felt funny.  I went to the doctor's and he did an ECG test on me.  He said that I had a small blockage in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what freaked out feels like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He referred me to a cardiologist at the new Campbelltown Private Hospital.  Swanky place.  Not impressive when you could die there.  Anyhow, the cardiologist had a newer machine and buttoned me up to it (yes, buttoned up.  He put little disposable press buttons onto my vital points and hooked the machine up to them).  After a few moments of reading on his computer, he assured me that I did not have a blockage, but that because of my weight and general health (I have high bloodpressure), I should do more tests.  I have had to put these off because I got the dreaded lurgy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to loose 40kg and get fitter than what I am.  Nasty scare and not happy, Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more news, but let me get back into the swing of things again, and I shall catch you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-272845841806323376?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/272845841806323376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=272845841806323376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/272845841806323376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/272845841806323376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/08/nigh-unto-deaths-door.html' title='Nigh unto death&apos;s door ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-9110636952167093021</id><published>2008-07-16T21:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:47:10.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded lurgy ...</title><content type='html'>I have been sick.  I have had a head cold and have been feeling cold (or as my late Mother used to say "Death Warmed Up").  My head has been stuffy, my throat sore and my nose, well let's just say I wish I had a faucet handle with an off direction.  Aaaarrrggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am over that now and will be blogging on tomorrow with my late but not forgotten second part of my Tutorial on &lt;a href="http://bilum.blogspot.com/"&gt;my craft blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been back to see the Doctor, after he did a blood check on me last week.  It was all good, although he did say to watch my blood sugar.  Since diabetes runs in the family (again, from my Mother, "like a wooden leg") I take this warning seriously.  The old person doesn't, since it does not affect him.  But I will be looking seriously at our/my diet and make a few adjustments.  If he wants to claim we are starving him, well let him starve.  The doctor said he has to loose about 20kg.  He gained it all since he quit smoking last year.  I will not even think about what he has been eating much less print it here, but it involves alot of sausage meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, if I never saw another potato it would be 20 minutes too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Doctor about my depression and for the time being he has put me onto medication.  This is okay, but it takes a few weeks for the body to adjust.  He said to be aware of feeling euphoric, but mostly I have had even worse erratic sleep than normal and feeling anxious.  He assured me it was just the medication and gave me this week off work.  I have been trying to go to bed at normalish times and try and sleep all night, as I wake at sixish to feed the horse anyhow.  Last night was not too bad, I went to bed about 10ish and woke just after six, but I had woken several times during the night, and probably had one wake time of about an hour.  It was too cold to get out of bed, but I tossed and turned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will keep up with this and should eventually get back to normal.  The medication does not cause me distress, and I will settle down with it, but if I appear nutty or something, in the next week or so, you will know why. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the daughter has the dreaded lurgy and is struggling to keep herself from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-9110636952167093021?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/9110636952167093021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=9110636952167093021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/9110636952167093021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/9110636952167093021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaded-lurgy.html' title='The dreaded lurgy ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5470206802044485641</id><published>2008-07-11T08:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:07:10.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on the town ...</title><content type='html'>The daughter has a friend who often makes plans with her, and then just before all these events are going to occur, has to cancel them.  The daughter often has quite good plans of her own based around these events, and it is always a disappointment for her and the boys when this happens.  The friend is well intentioned, but does it with consistency.  I often think I should advise the daughter to drop this person as a friend, but the grandsons are very fond of her daughter and would miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the latest let down was a sushi party they were to attend on Friday next week.  The friend has had to cancel it.  So the boys, who she had told herself, were really disappointed about it.  It was to be the highlight of their holidays.  So I told the daughter I would take them to see Kung Fu Panda, a cartoon on a the cinemas.  It is a really kids thing and loads of fun.  However, when we got to the cinema, it was booked out, and there wasn't going to be another session of the movie for four hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys really wanted to see the new Will Smith movie, Hancock.  My feeling was that it would have been better for the daughter to call that one.  Will Smith is good with the one liners, but sometimes a bit over the top and the younger grandson is only nine.  So I said, what about, Get Smart?   Mumble, mumble, okay Granma, since you want to see it so badly.  Say What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited about three quarters of an hour for the session, and saw Get Smart.  Very good chuckle, a few rudy bits, but nothing that was even porno in it, just jokes.  And these went right over the boys' heads thank goodness.  Other than that it was a delightful movie, not stupid funny but much slapstick and good jokes.  Some really hairy scenes that left you a bit on the edge of your seat.  I heard the boys giggling at quite a bit of it.  We all agreed, that while it was disappointing not to see Kung Fu Panda, Get Smart wasn't a bad movie at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Granma has the brainwave that while we are downtown, we might as well do the grocery shopping.  When Granma is tired, some of her brainwaves are more like high blood pressure and not very brainy at all.  Grocery shopping with two bored little boys is not fun  for Granma or them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old person has said, ring me when you are ready to come home and I will pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I forgot about the old person is his great leaps of assumption.  The phone has rung, therefore it must be me, he does  not need to pick it up and answer it, but just to come and pick us up.  Meanwhile we are a little concerned: has he finally died?  (This is us, we don't get that lucky),  Is he in the shower? (Not for half an hour he is not), Is he out mowing the last of the horse's grass - again?  We go downstairs (this is with a loaded trolley) again and, lo and behold, there he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for you, where have you been?  Ringing you.  You should have known I would just come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of this logical to you?  Now you know why I have high bloodpressure.  Even my doctor is concerned about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when it is okay for me to go insane ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5470206802044485641?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5470206802044485641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5470206802044485641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5470206802044485641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5470206802044485641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-on-town.html' title='Out on the town ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-886226396915208257</id><published>2008-07-08T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:36:16.849+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>... Brass Monkeys ...</title><content type='html'>Whoa! Here I sit in the garage on my laptop freezing cold - well sort of. The parts of my body with bare skin are cold, but the rest of me is quite warm. I came out to clean up after the grandsons and I had a day making Artists Trading Cards. They had the best fun. Grandson2 got stuck into the punches and grandson1 got into the paint pens. Every box of stuff they opened and saw all the goodies evoked a response of "Oh, Sick!" which in kid talk means the best ever. They spent a good half hour going through the sticker sheets, and then I showed the the boxes of beads, brads and eyelets. One got a tiger eyelet for his card and the other got a zebra. They were easily pleased. Being in the garage means they can make a bit of a mess and as much noise as they like and not disturb the old person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister came over with Sunnyboy. So they then got stuck into the mud. We have had some rain here, and as it is so cold the ground takes forever to dry. Anyhow one of the benefits of living in a first world country is running hot water, so the mud was no big deal. When you are 9 - 12 years old, mud is as much of a toy as anything else. These days will draw to a close all too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hot pies for lunch, except the sister and I who had pasties. Have not had a pasty in absolutely years. The places that still sell hot pies, no longer have them. I bought these ones frozen from the supermarket and heated them in the oven as the sister had sms'ed me to let me know she was on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sister has e-mailed to let me expect a visit at the end of the month. She has been out and about with her job, and hasn't had time to scratch her butt. It will be good to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all my news. Yeah, mind boggling I know. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-886226396915208257?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/886226396915208257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=886226396915208257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/886226396915208257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/886226396915208257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/07/brass-monkeys.html' title='... Brass Monkeys ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1902145182380061640</id><published>2008-07-06T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:30:37.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo ...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I feel so very good, right now.  Last weekend I stitched a panel for a Cathederal Window Quilt and photo documented sewing it.  I have just finished uploading it as a tutorial on &lt;a href="http://bilum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bilum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well part one anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 20 photographs in all, so it will take an age to load on dial-up connections and takes a while on ADSL1 (broadband).  On wireless, take pot luck, I'm afraid.  If it is clear where you are it will download fairly quickly, but on a cloudy to overcast day - potluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I will have Part Two ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot has been happening with me.  It was enrolment week at work last week, so very work intensive.  I am still a bit tired from it all, but I will comment, the Boss ordered in Pizza for afterwards and there was much bon homme.  Two more weeks till the gathering of the clans for semester two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am off work to help the daughter.  She has to go to a training course while the boys are on school hols.  I have them this week and a very kind girlfriend has said she would take them for the three days next week.  We are going to see a movie, do some scrapbooking and bake some biscuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1902145182380061640?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1902145182380061640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1902145182380061640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1902145182380061640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1902145182380061640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/07/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4539652393162635365</id><published>2008-06-29T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:41:29.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanderings ...</title><content type='html'>Well, the sister came over yesterday and we had a pleasant afternoon.  I have moved things around in the garage so that I can do my sewing and crafts out there.  We sat at the big table the daughter and I had moved from the house.  We drank tea in her case, and coffee in mine, and chatted.  The kids watched a movie the daughter had rented and then they played happily enough outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got in and sorted the rest out, my boiler iron and ironing board, my sewing machine and started a small project.  It gets very cold out there at night, or I would be out there now.  When the weather warms up some, I will take the laptop out and spend evenings in there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old person is a bit miffed the car doesn't fit in, but he has better peace and quiet for watching the idiot box.  There is less noise as the daughter has her computer in another room and I don't invade anymore.  So in most ways it has worked out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be documenting the small project on &lt;a href="http://bilum.blogspot.com/"&gt;my craft blog &lt;/a&gt;because I am doing it as a tutorial on a type of quilting not often seen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some news, and that is I am not going to finish my course this year.  I have been suffering depression for a while now and it has got to the stage where it is zapping all my concentration.  It is why I haven't been blogging as regularly as I had planned.  I have not abandoned my studies, just delaying till I move - the course is offered in other states as well.  I can finish there, as well as here, but hopefully a move will help put the black dog to sleep.  What little focus I have has to go into my job and just generally living.  The delay will also give me impetus to keep on and do the rest of the course as I am still determined to do the Diploma as well.  I haven't failed any of my subjects, in fact I have a couple of credits and at least one distinction that I can think of at the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, I have said it, make of it what you will ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4539652393162635365?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4539652393162635365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4539652393162635365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4539652393162635365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4539652393162635365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/meanderings.html' title='Meanderings ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5468906164633730881</id><published>2008-06-28T07:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:55:09.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens ...</title><content type='html'>I have just updated Alien Thoughts.  Wow, totally blows you away what some people can convince governments to do.  Creepy to think that could happen here in Australia too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Government = vested interest and denial of the right to make fun of the lunatic fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5468906164633730881?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5468906164633730881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5468906164633730881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5468906164633730881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5468906164633730881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/aliens.html' title='Aliens ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7778500548387372202</id><published>2008-06-26T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:35:13.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously ...</title><content type='html'>So tonight was last class for the Semester and we had an exam. I had a resit on Tuesday which surprisingly enough, I think I passed. lol. However, one of the other people from my class last year had a resit which the teacher said he could do with our class tonight. He is an Iraqi and a very nice man. He also has a good sense of humour and likes to try to understand Australian humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him to sit away from us, as we can be a pretty rowdy group. We had to wait for the last remnants to rock up before he would give us our papers, but let the guy start his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Fijian Indian guy in my class. He takes many liberties "because he can" with what he says, does and believes. Mostly he is just silly and has a strange sense of humour. I have gotten on okay with him, because he isn't dull. But tonight while we were waiting and the Iraqi guy had started his exam, the Fijian guy started going on about Muslims. I don't know if the Iraqi guy is Muslim or not, (although I think he is). What was being said was rude and not necessary. The teacher did not pick him up on this, which I guess he wasn't sure how to react. Anyhow, I just turned around and said to him, do you mind not going on about that stuff here. He said to me, I didn't know you were a Muslim. I replied, I am not, but what you are saying is not appropriate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably never going to set eyes on them again, as they had only joined the course to learn PHP, which we have finished now. Next semester we go on to learn Javascript and some other stuff. But honestly, they just made me so cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met many Muslims in my time, both in my work, which is in a high Muslim area in Sydney, my leisure - Darley bent over backwards to make me and my horse welcome when we bred Eternal Strangers - and I know Princess Alia of Jordan a bit through one of my forums and a few others. I have never, ever had one Muslim be rude to me or show any sort of disrespect. When I worked in the Automotive section of my TAFE, the young guys used to call me Miss. When the daughter did TAFE courses, her immediate friends in her class were Muslim women, who always were nice to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be hard pressed to get me to say anything bad about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is a while since I last blogged.  I have been doing other things, like study and working on my assignments.  I will probably be a while before I publish again while I finish of the clearing and cleaning project and the last of my assignments.  I shall return.  With some news, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7778500548387372202?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7778500548387372202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7778500548387372202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7778500548387372202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7778500548387372202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2074298430464019817</id><published>2008-06-16T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:11:02.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empress' New Clothes ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yup, we finally got Her Ladyship a new rug and a new halter. She looks so chuffed. She didn't like the smell of them when we first took them out to her. A carrot soon fixed that. She was happy enough to let the old person and the daughter put it on her and do up the straps. Then she was miffed that no carrot was forthcoming to reward her for just standing there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212273919071201522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SFW3g3pFqPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3Uv5bPY-B0c/s320/100_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where she stands is where she can see everything from all angles, the road, the house (there might be a carrot) and the stable area out the back.  She can see our comings and goings, even pegging out the clothesline and the boys when they go out and play.  She sincerely believes it is her duty to watch them.  She will stand for hours, not grazing, not moving, maybe swishing a fly with her tail.  She dozes off.  Even if we go out in the car she does not move.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is somewhat neurotic behaviour, partly having been a stable horse since she was very young and partly because she has no other equine company.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were lucky, as the horse equipment shop was having a sale at the time we go it, and it was quite inexpensive.  Her name is Blue Bell Babe, so a blue rug is quite fitting.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been much the same, although I have hardly seen the Boss for the past two weeks.  He has been off on personal matters for one week and doing work related things off Campus the other week.  I have been to classes but skipped one.  Lucky for me that I did, as there has been a virus going around the IT section computers that kills USB sticks.  All my classwork is on mine, and I have not had enough sense to have backed it up recently.  When they ran mine through the detector program, it said mine was clear, yet everyone else in the class had it.  I was away for one class and that was when they got it.  Still, it gave them a closer time period for the onset of the virus and now they are able to treat it.  Actually, I think it might have been a Trojan.  Creepy.  The weird thing about it all, was that until I had my USB stick checked, I felt as though I had some disease.  Not to a great extent, just a bit of a grubby feeling.  lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get my sewing machine back tomorrow, and I have been madly doing the last of the cleaning up.  There are still large boxes to check what goodies they contain, but I have a feeling most of the stuff is junk we can toss.  The recycle bin has been full every fortnight it has gone out.  I still have things that I am working on that need a temporary home till they are finished.  But so much has been done that I don't mind having to wait a couple of weeks to get the other storage units for them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I moved here, I salvaged about 10 shoe boxes and covered them with Contac.  I filled them with ornaments and glasswear.  Now there are some trades in them, stuff I have received in trade for stuff I have made and sent to other people.  So those will have to be rehoused to so I can repack my ornaments and glasswear. We moved here in September 2003 and so it will be over five years when we leave at the end this year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a lovely location and I would have loved to have lived here longer, but the place is not maintained by the "Landlord" because eventually the place will be bulldozed to make way for a highway.  They have been talking about this highway for over 20 years, so the locals tell me, so whenever it will be.  The place is also full of termites and may fall down before it is bulldozed.  We have asked repeatedly for work to be done - basic maintenance and it is never done, so we have little choice but to move on.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is all for just now ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2074298430464019817?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2074298430464019817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2074298430464019817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2074298430464019817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2074298430464019817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/empress-new-clothes.html' title='The Empress&apos; New Clothes ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SFW3g3pFqPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3Uv5bPY-B0c/s72-c/100_2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-921359006986168566</id><published>2008-06-09T21:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:46:01.498+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing and Cleaning ...</title><content type='html'>One day on one of the yahoo groups I am in, we posted photos of our work space to see who had the messiest.  I was convinced I would win, because I just move things around till I work on a space barely six inches square, at times.  No, they told, me. You have nothing on your chair, you can still sit down.  Yes there are people who have a worse mess than me, but not many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day came I decided I had better do some slum clearance.  The daughter has offered to have my sewing machine serviced for me, so I need to get in and sew.  I am actually excited at the prospect.  I joined a fabric craft network recently and feel that it will help me extend myself a little which is what I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the table is getting cleared and cleaned.  I had to layby some drawer units to enable that. I have loads of things for my papercrafting and scrapbooking so having a nice neat, clean place to keep it is a necessity really.  What I need is a similar thing for my sewing ephemera, and I saw K-mart had some nice units for around $80.  They are only plastic and for a few $$$ more I could probably get some nice chipboard/wooden ones.  I would love to see Ikea, but getting there is more trouble than it is worth.  Randwick or Homebush, both involve train and bus trips so I couldn't exactly carry heavy stuff with me.  The old person, will drive to Randwick for the races but will not drive there for any other reason (go figure).  But who always moans and complains about the mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will leave me with more room so that I can cut and sew to my heart's content, and use the papercraft stuff when making art dolls.  I have several ideas I am itching to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cleaning out was my RSS Reader, on Google.  For whatever reason, it does not read properly on the Daughter's computer and will reinsert items I have already looked at.  I have gone through on my laptop using up some wireless time to do it, so that I know they stay "read". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire house could use a bit of a scrub and I might get in and do some vacuuming tomorrow if I feel in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-921359006986168566?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/921359006986168566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=921359006986168566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/921359006986168566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/921359006986168566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/clearing-and-cleaning.html' title='Clearing and Cleaning ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7915813535184372144</id><published>2008-06-06T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:51:30.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unethical ...</title><content type='html'>So the daughter got phoned to say she had a job, as I mentioned in my last post.  So she is very excited and hopeful of a new life for her and the grandsons.  You can imagine her utter despair when the woman rang back to say that because the old boss is leaving, they are not able to put her on after all.  Is that not the most pathetic and incredible brainless thing you have ever heard in your life (well, maybe the second most brainless)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment and anger do not begin to describe how we all felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything to be done, either.  Placating words, of "oh, she will get another job", etc., will not get her another job.  Neither does it alter the fact that we are leaving at the end of the year and some work experience would have been such a confidence builder for her new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have endured another three days at work which does not put me in a better mood for blogging.  So I had better go ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7915813535184372144?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7915813535184372144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7915813535184372144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7915813535184372144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7915813535184372144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/unethical.html' title='Unethical ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5571968646516412800</id><published>2008-06-02T11:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:57:10.427+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along ...</title><content type='html'>The daughter finally got a job! She is so excited. It is working in a shop selling things. The interviewer said she wanted someone with no experience so that they could train the person to their way and not have to untrain them, if you get my drift. She doesn't start for another month, but it is a good step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the major fiasco with Telstra and my laptop, I now have one brewing by Optus and my ancient mobile phone. We have decided in the family to all use Vodaphone. So the sister got a new phone and went with them from scratch, the daughter has been with them for a while and so I thought I would do it as well. Should be just able to go buy a Vodaphone SIM card, plonk it in and away we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be kidding. The SIM card was rejected. Phone Optus and the voice recognition software does not work very well. So I ring a local branch, but no, one is required to ring the voice recognition software. At my age, this is not a good thing. I do not have the patience. So the daughter knows how to trick this stuff into connecting to a real person. In India or some other third world call centre. I have to push keys on my phone, give them the serial number. Okay, not exactly rocket science. If he has it on his computer, he can give me the code over the phone (yeah, right) otherwise I will get an SMS message within 10 working days. Does anyone seriously believe their number is on his computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing is, when you are in a Third World call centre, you are not going to give much of a shit about the problems of a person living in a First World country, are you? So it is the 2nd June today, let's just see how long I have to wait? Who is betting against 10 whole days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5571968646516412800?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5571968646516412800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5571968646516412800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5571968646516412800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5571968646516412800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving right along ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1559706234010796687</id><published>2008-06-02T07:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:20:44.869+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It is raining ...</title><content type='html'>So Her Ladyship was really annoyed I was late with breakfast this morning (imagine looking at watch and going "What time do you call this?").  She has a choice of three dry stables and she was sopping wet.  Stupid horse.  It wasn't really all that cold out, so I imagine that didn't bother her all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairly quiet weekend.  My DVD for yesterday was Event Horizon.  I had seen it before, and I do not know what possessed me to borrow it again.  It isn't a bad movie, and the FTL theory is okay, (ye kenna break the laws of physics) and it starts off well.  Even the idea of the ship having gone beyond the universe is okay, but to Hell?  That is where I think they lost the plot.  Why couldn't it have some nice/positive connotation just for once?  Why do SF writers bother with this religious stuff? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Neill is a delicious baddy.  He is a superb actor and brings quality to anything he is in, so with a plot like that, it looses credibility very quickly.  But then, you would also have to ask yourself, Why would such a good actor take on that sort of role.  Oh Well.  I should have stuck with the daughter's DVD, Predator, with the Governator in it. (lol).  It didn't even pretend to be something it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did seriously try to watch Gatacca again, really I did.  No amount of talking will ever convince me it is a classic or even worth watching again.  Anyone who wants it can PM me and I will post it to you.  Solaris is on video and once the VRC dies, that is it for Solaris as well.  Whoever came up with this list has their brains in their undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do something ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1559706234010796687?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1559706234010796687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1559706234010796687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1559706234010796687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1559706234010796687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-raining.html' title='It is raining ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3851265160160981356</id><published>2008-05-31T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:21:21.728+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a life ...</title><content type='html'>If you have spent any time reading this blog, it might have occurred to you that I do not have much of a social life.  By and large this suits me, I am not a social person in that I do not really enjoy going out, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and saying witty things to people I barely know and stuff.  However, last night was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago one of our old managers came by our workplace, and suggested we all get together the following Friday for drinks and social activities.  My first reaction to this is always, erh, thanks but no thanks.  But feeling a bit annoyed at the time with some of the things at work,&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind and said I would go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I walked up the street, towards the venue, the Padstow Bowling Club.  I did my hair, put on a light jacket that matched the out fit I had on, and a puff of scent and walked in.  No one else was there at the time, so I sat on a poker machine and won my self a couple of extra $$$.   Chuffed with that, I wandered off to find one of the part time workers who works the opposite end of the week to me, had turned up with her 15 month old baby.  So I sat with her and gooed over the baby.  We chatted and finally the others turned up.  There were also some people from Bankstown workplace.  I had met them a few times before, so I wasn't totally lost in the conversations.  And I had a nice discussion with the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the teachers came around selling meat raffle tickets.  Using my poker winnings I bought a minimum amount and won a meat tray.  That was a buzz.  It was some sausages, bacon and pork chops.  There was another win at our table and everybody was happy for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a huge burger and large plate of chips for $5.00 which was a bargain these days.  I didn't have an alcoholic drink, but sat on a can of soft drink for the night.  I left just before eight pm for the station which is less than 200 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a buzz going, and I had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I slept all afternoon today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3851265160160981356?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3851265160160981356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3851265160160981356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3851265160160981356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3851265160160981356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-life.html' title='Got a life ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-621239500389907302</id><published>2008-05-27T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:56:55.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet ...</title><content type='html'>Well, after the excitement of the weekend, it has been a bit anticlimactical.  Went into Campbelltown this morning and got goodies in Spotlight, then the sister turned up and we came home (yeah really exciting).  Sister had some goodies that she wants us to store while she returns to Queensland.  So we put them into plastic containers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunnyboy watched a DVD while we yakked some and then they left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to do some crochetting and had bought some hooks.  I also got some nice "grunge board" shapes that I am itching to colour and stamp.  So I wont be bored on the weekend.  The old person is pressuring me to go to the races.  I don't know about that, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'all ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-621239500389907302?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/621239500389907302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=621239500389907302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/621239500389907302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/621239500389907302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiet.html' title='Quiet ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2583087152334021838</id><published>2008-05-26T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:40:32.025+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The aliens packed up all their goodies and left for the darker reaches of outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have updated &lt;a href="http://bilum.blogspot.com/"&gt;my craft blog&lt;/a&gt; with a star book. It has many photos which drive me mad sometimes. One or two like I use on here isn't so bad, but when I load more than three I have to drag and drop, then add a caption. Still, I am pleased with the result I have now. Do pop by to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to get Her Ladyship a new rug. The old one was about seven years old and just not usable any more. The only place we can get them is out at Camden. With the price of petrol these days, it is an expensive venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed prices have remained high, whereas in the past, once the drought is broken, prices go back down, the cost of transport has kept them high. Once she has her foal next year, she can go onto food that pony club horses eat, not this expensive lah-di-dah Thoroughbred fancy food she gets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to a shop run by a Lebanese family. The father asked me if I knew the story of the first horse ridden. Well, knowing the family is not Muslim, I had to think. Yes, I said, it was Ishmael. What is the story, he asked me. Ishmael gathered a hundred mares that he had kept from water for three days. He then let them go towards the river, just before they reached the river, he called to them. Only five mares turned around and returned to him. The others all went for the water. So the five mares were selected to form the foundation of the modern Arabian horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204572427349810578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDpbDDP6XZI/AAAAAAAAALo/KbQDJdxgl9Q/s320/705W3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chaswyck Calyph (Her Ladyship's next beau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he said, this is the true story. All the Arab people are decended from Ismael and all the Jewish (he pronounced it Yewish) people from Isaac. Both were the sons of Abraham. He seemed pretty pleased that I knew the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you retell it to a Muslim Arab, you have to say that it was the Prophet who had the mares and they decend from his five mares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time on the horse forums, mixing with people from all over the world, including the Middle East gives one a good perspective of what is really important. Cultural differences are all put aside when discussing horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is it for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2583087152334021838?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2583087152334021838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2583087152334021838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2583087152334021838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2583087152334021838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/updating.html' title='Updating ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDpbDDP6XZI/AAAAAAAAALo/KbQDJdxgl9Q/s72-c/705W3819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-471857846391918826</id><published>2008-05-25T18:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:34:23.954+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The environment'/><title type='text'>Confrontation ...</title><content type='html'>So I ran into the alien who left the Port-a-dunny and this was his reaction when I confronted him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204227120569146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDkg_jP6XKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-AkXPGxFec/s320/100_2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Do you think he was a bit pyst? I was scared of those teeth, let me tell you. But he just made a Worf like roaring noise and walked away muttering about inappreciative women ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, here is what happened at the girl guides grounds today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204228628102667442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDkiXTP6XLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0Tlls48gZzU/s320/100_2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Click on the photos to enlarge, 'k?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204229272347761858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDki8zP6XMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7HJBS2mkePI/s320/100_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were wondering about the other tent near the Port-a-dunny. It was a blowup thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204229646009916626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDkjSjP6XNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eq6FUZbPo08/s320/100_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bungy Trampoline. I kid you not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were about 200 people turned up; it was a recruitment drive for the GG's. I hope they did well. Her Ladyship was unimpressed with the Bungy Trampoline and refused to visit the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;little girls who really wanted to pat her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, a vibrant and exciting day - not for us though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-471857846391918826?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/471857846391918826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=471857846391918826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/471857846391918826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/471857846391918826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDkg_jP6XKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-AkXPGxFec/s72-c/100_2057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6748012447277224324</id><published>2008-05-24T17:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:13:49.015+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In my garden'/><title type='text'>UFO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDfKHjP6XJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t-0IgXdoYW4/s1600-h/100_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203850125519772818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDfKHjP6XJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t-0IgXdoYW4/s320/100_2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the aliens left us in next door at the Girl Guides camping ground. No, it is not a green TARDIS. (Alas). It's a Port-a-Dunny. And you can see it directly from the kitchen window. What a thing to wake up to of a morning and go to rinse your cup to make your morning cuppa. I think there is going to be a gathering of the clans in the next 24 hours or next weekend. Bell will be so happy, she just loves the little girls and will be hoping a few will have brushes, combs and ribbons for her mane and tail. I guess if they do you will know that they really are prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister came again today with Sunnyboy. Her computer has died. It looks like it died a horrible death too, with bits missing. We tried to see if it would regenerate Dr Who like, but alas it does not have a Eye of Harmony. I guess for the price she paid for it, it would have been asking too much. She is going to try and find her reboot disk, and if not or, if that doesn't work I shall have to give it to one of my teachers. They love that sort of thing. The challenge, the gauntlet, the despair ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo  Oooo I nearly forgot.  EzyDVD will order in Forbidden Planet for me, if I go in and pay for it in person.  Coooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the drawing board ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6748012447277224324?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6748012447277224324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6748012447277224324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6748012447277224324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6748012447277224324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/ufo.html' title='UFO...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SDfKHjP6XJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t-0IgXdoYW4/s72-c/100_2047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-1981790855557888466</id><published>2008-05-22T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:35:24.257+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my life ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/21/funny-pictures-mush/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1038491" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-mush-cat.jpg" alt="pet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-1981790855557888466?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/1981790855557888466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=1981790855557888466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1981790855557888466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/1981790855557888466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-life.html' title='This is my life ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2466579855680953370</id><published>2008-05-20T14:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:10:52.915+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Alien Thoughts went on line one year ago.  I still have till the 10 of June for my anniversary for this blog.  Thought I might just mention it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2466579855680953370?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2466579855680953370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2466579855680953370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2466579855680953370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2466579855680953370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5434728456912878470</id><published>2008-05-20T14:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:07:35.478+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update ...</title><content type='html'>I have just added an opinion piece to Alien Thoughts.  After all this time.  It is just a small piece about a couple of stallions and just musing about something they both did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot is going on at the moment.  My night classes on Monday is just preparing a project that is going to involve me actually designing a website and getting it hosted on the internet.  If it is any good, I will provide a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5434728456912878470?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5434728456912878470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5434728456912878470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5434728456912878470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5434728456912878470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2611043656900925453</id><published>2008-05-19T05:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:47:20.210+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF'/><title type='text'>More DVD's</title><content type='html'>Aaaargh! The old person took an extended nap, so I thought I would watch Solaris. While I finally got the point with Blade Runner, Solaris is just awful. The movie isn't really all that SF, other than the main plot is based on a space station orbiting a thing (one gathers a star, although even that isn't stated). There are flash backs to the guy's life on earth, and after a while you realise he has become one of the entities. But the entities remain anonymous. So you are left wondering - are these aliens or are they the sub atomic particles left over from a previous life and Solaris is where they spend "eternity". I guess maybe that is the point of the movie, you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the premise behind Peter Hamilton's trilogy. Although it is explained by him how the entities came to be, even who they were prior to death. But speculation about death in this manner (both Solaris and Hamiltons works) is not really useful SF. It crosses over into religion and becomes a bit pontificating, whether this is intentional or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these SF writers postulate death. They feel that the subatomic remains after death go somewhere (neither being the religious concept of Heaven or Hell). They don't necessarily get reincarnated, but the potential is there for them to do so. Afterall they are just hovering, in, I guess, some sort of limbo waiting. That is even more pointless than atheism's death is the end of life and there is nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me to be a sort of grasping at straws. The rejection of the atheist version of death, but also the rejection of the religious "afterlife/reincarnation" as well. They try to postulate another way through but at a more earthly body human type way. Undead and zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another genre is related to this, and it is vampirism and undead/zombies. Although they appear more to be fantasy stories rather than speculative Science Fiction. I don't mind a good vampire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Blade, a vampire movie, which both my grandsons had seen before and insisted on watching again with me. At the gory bits, I tend to look away. But my younger grandson said "Granma, you have to watch this bit, it is so cool..." so I did. One character took a huge sword and slashed the other character in half with it. The top of the slain character jumps up into the air and all blood rushed from his body. It was disgusting. But my grandsons insisted it was the coolest scene in the whole movie. They left after that. Goodness only knows what sort of psychological damage that sort of thing does to wee boys, but for those two, it is just cool. They do insist that I don't take it so seriously (the blood thing) - "it is only a movie, Granma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2611043656900925453?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2611043656900925453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2611043656900925453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2611043656900925453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2611043656900925453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-dvds.html' title='More DVD&apos;s'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3090699353222660167</id><published>2008-05-17T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:53:58.654+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF'/><title type='text'>Classic SciFi ...</title><content type='html'>So I have just finished watching Blade Runner for about the forth or fifth time in my life.  Until now I have sort of not got it, but I think now I have.  It is a strange sort of movie in that it is raining the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since the story is set in the year 2019, and scientists are predicting global warming, surely the rain is an anomoly, right?  And how come the internet is nowhere to be seen?  Harrison Ford is kinda not the best person to have played Dekert, he just isn't brooding enough and obviously the part should have been played by someone who was "brooding".  (Although this is a funny word - one always associates anything 'brood' with breeding, eg broodmares, broodie chooks), yet for the sake of mood, the word brooding is used to mean, well not a happy character.  Harrison Ford, to me is Hans Solo or Indianna Jones.  Gung ho as all getout.  Not the dark, seedy character he is supposed to be in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines are a bit pathetic as well.  Although I guess overall the movie makes its point.  It is much of the point of Astro Boy as well, and I guess finding an anology there means I watch too much stuff and not read as much as I should.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have to try to get through Solaris.  It is supposed to be one of the five classics that you must have in your really geek SF collection, with the aforementioned Blade Runner, Star Troupers (you  have to be kidding me right?), Gattica and I think the other one is Forbidden Planet.  Now, I saw Forbidden Planet when I was a child.  I vaguely remember it and it was a creepy movie then.  I have never seen it on Amazon or any other DVD online seller.  I have seen it mentioned, but not as for sale as a DVD.  But I would love to have it.  It was apparently one of the first ever SF movies made of the more psychological genre, and not the monster/alien movies.  I only have Solaris on Video, so it may have to wait a couple of weeks till the old person is at the races and the sister not visiting.  He doesn't like the movie and I find it somewhat annoying myself.  But I haven't watched it all the way through yet, so I intend to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever SF powers that be that decided these were the classics, the best SF movies, must be fairly limited.  I would like to see more Asimov as movies, and there are books out there I read years ago and have since passed on to others, that I need to collect again and reread.  SF is good because perhaps one day it could be possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not with a Labor Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3090699353222660167?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3090699353222660167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3090699353222660167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3090699353222660167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3090699353222660167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/classic-scifi.html' title='Classic SciFi ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4998700432622844753</id><published>2008-05-15T23:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:25:42.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Budget</title><content type='html'>Well, seriously, what did you expect?  He had to reward all his little mates for voting him in, now didn't he?  All those "rich" folk who voted for him have had their eyes opened, and all the not employed people who thought their time had finally come.  Well, hello, reality.  I did try to warn you.  Even the old person is not impressed.  He who told me only idiots do not vote for the Labor Party.  Now who is the idiot?  The daughter has also been extremely vocal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This budget seems to be deliberately aimed at causing the inflation they were touting it to fight.  Raising the Medicare Levy means many people will drop out of private insurance causing extra pressure on the system which isn't coping all that well with present levels.  Making the top bands that come to Australia have to have a lead in of a local band is going to mean the big bands wont come here.  Just because Elton John does it, doesn't mean the gangsta rockers are going to do it.  Thinking it is going to be some sort of leg up for wannabe bands is not going to happen.  Appeasing the arty farties is going to backfire when the big bands don't come here.  We are still a long way away from anywhere, it is expensive for bands to come here and to find out they have to support wannabes is not going to encourage them to come.  Oh, Peter Garrett ordered it, so it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest chuckle I had on Tuesday night watching Swannie do his thing was seeing PG in a suit.  That was just so funny.  And if you saw the half face of KRudd in the background that was funny too.  The lady sitting behind them was like a puppet with a hand up her back.  It is often more telling to watch these sort of people than the actual speaker.  I had the feeling the woman had not an idea of what was being said.  I don't think she realised she was on camera. She joined in a few "here, heres" rather belatedly as well.  Do you think PG uses anything on his head to make it that shiny?  I know old guys use stuff called Cherry Wax.  Hmmm.  PG is a nature lover I don't see why he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get a little extra with the tax cut and all, but with prices skyrocketing, I doubt it will do much.  I shouldn't be ungrateful, I suppose.  And my union is going to e-mail me with rave reviews about it all (cringe).  Ah well, such is the way of things I suppose.  You all did vote for the dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't all those guys have balls and do something ballsy with their time in Government?  I guess 'cause they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for politics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4998700432622844753?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4998700432622844753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4998700432622844753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4998700432622844753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4998700432622844753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/budget.html' title='The Budget'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6266905338694602921</id><published>2008-05-10T18:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:15:02.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner ...</title><content type='html'>I am cooking a meatloaf tonight for dinner.  Maybe I will photograph it and you can see for yourself how it looks.  I am not a cook.  You put stuff in front of me on a plate, tell me it is food and I will eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through my last lot of blogs, I have done alot of really negative writing.  Putting thoughts on, well, not paper obviously, but you get my meaning. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister came over with Sunnyboy.  We chatted about this and that.  We debated the merit of keeping ducks.  Ducks quack at rooster times and do not impress me anymore than a rooster would.  She likes ducks, mostly from the critter perspective and I guess there are uses for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blogs about them, and the other birds she sees around.  I do not find birds all that interesting, although we have many here at Unicorn farm.  I wish I could photograph some of them, simply because they are of interest to other people.  We have had a tribe of rosellas take up residence in the weeds at the bottom of the paddock.  I think, although I don't know for sure, that they might nest in the bushes next to the weeds, but in the next paddock.  There are some native bushes there that the seem to fly off to occassionally.  And the magpies.  I think they are the descendants of Cody's Friend.  He isn't around any more, been gone for almost a year, I think.  He went not long after Cody.  I haven't talked to the other ones.  Since I am leaving, I don't want them getting all human friendly that others can take advantage of them and kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and I were discussing how when we first came here there was a small group of plovers.  The lived in next door for a while, and we thought they might have been nesting.  But there was a man who came by with a ride on mower and mowed everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the plovers moved into our front paddock.  The horses didn't bother them too much.  They would come and go, as plovers do.  Wander down the middle of the road so that the old person had to toot them along so we could come or go ourselves.  But even then, when the drought got even worse, they left.  Probably in search of permanent water.  They never entertained the idea of the horses' bath like other birds did.  They appear to be waders of some sort and I guess they need different type of water to the land birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockies have gone and wont be back till about the end of August/September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well grandson1 has signed on to help junior kids at school with their reading.  He has to go early on Tuesdays to do this.  It is a pretty decent thing for him to do.  I think it is also pretty responsible of him.  The students have to volunteer to do it, and make a commitment to get to school early and do it every week.  I don't mind that we have to leave around 8:00am to walk to school and I might have to sit for a while with grandson2 till the teacher turns up.  Means I will be home earlier as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep my walking up to about 15 miles per week.  I did it last week, and I aim to do it again this week, but it leaves me a bit tired and hungry all the time.  Weird.  But I guess over time I will adjust to it and I will actually have more energy and wont need to eat all the time (grazing - lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my lot for just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6266905338694602921?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6266905338694602921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6266905338694602921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6266905338694602921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6266905338694602921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinner.html' title='Dinner ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6248501302746800384</id><published>2008-05-09T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:10:30.014+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moaning and groaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My week so far ...</title><content type='html'>The old person will be home tomorrow as 1. he has run out of money and 2. It is a stand alone Saturday for Hawkesbury Racetrack.  This came about when the Olympic Games were on in the year 2000 and the racing fraternity decided not to hold a city meeting for the Games Week.  So Newcastle was given a stand alone day.  There were dire predictions that it would be a doomed meeting and no one would turn up (because they would all be at the Games, right?). Ha.  It was one of the best race days ever.  All the city folk who normally went to city races went up to Newcastle and had a rip snorter of a day and declared it a success.  So the city group grudgingly said they could have one day a year for a provincial stand alone Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkesbury Race Course has its own train station.  It is directly across the railway and road from Richmond Airforce Base and it probably one of the most beautiful racetracks in the Country.  If it wasn't for the fact that it takes an hour and a half to drive there I would probably go more often.  I guess the real sentimental value of it is that it is where I first got to meet Bell and pat her and see her actually run, even though she didn't race.  They had only just bought her for the Derby Club and it was the first time we saw all the horses together.  They had only just got Russian Romance as well.  RR looked like a doll, and being chestnut was just a shiny red horse.  Bell looked, and still does look, very utility.  She never had the exotic looks of Night Whisper or the bread and butter guts of Measure of Luck.  She never had the gumption that Wave a Wand had for busting up a field to win.  Gumption is not her style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was concerned in those days of the fact she was by Citidancer.  Citidancer had sired a horse that had been a bleeder.  That was in the days when they thought bleeders were a genetic thing, and I didn't know any better.  Bell never bled, neither did Goldie when she raced.  Bleeding is not a genetic thing but a condition caused by the horse not being fully fit for racing.  It comes about in a similar way to shin soreness, running a horse not really ready for that level of work.  Why they have to ban a bleeder for life isn't something I fully understand. They don't do it in the US.  At least a bleeder mare doesn't have to be excluded from breeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday at work was another time the Boss decided I and another woman needed a bit of "reminding" about our work.  I just thought it was that perhaps I didn't have the right attitude to my work and was nothing major so I just agreed, listened to the new work load I was to be given and let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other woman, who is a really hard worker and good at organising was appalled and very upset by it.  She came in distressed this morning and when the Boss was out of the office began telling us why it upset her.  The others joined in and it turns out that another woman who only works part time at the opposite end of the week to me had complained.  It was unfair on the first lady.  Anyhow, I suggested that she needed to give herself a "get out clause".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had mentioned previously she was interested in doing MYOB so that she could help her son in his business.  The classes are at night and it is a good step to another job.  I told her, " I wont beat around the bush, night classes are a bitch.  But in the end you have the stepping stones to go on to a better job and work with better people."  I told her about having to repeat this semester, but that I was learning more and will be in a good position to become a Web Designer with the stuff I was learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I told her, your son wants you to keep his books because he can trust you.  If he has to send them outside, he risks the outsiders cheating him, but if you do the books for him he doesn't have that worry.  So because I know she would do anything for her son, I think she will seriously consider it.  So in the end, the "talk" may have turned into a good thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought about finishing up there and then as well.  If I was really as bad as they say I am, they wouldn't still give me work to do, they would complain more frequently and the Boss, now that I know him better, would be alot shittier towards me than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when another, third woman, took his secretary aside and told her what had gone on, she said that if the Boss was really serious about telling us off he would have taken us into his office alone not with each other and certainly not with the supervisor as he had. She claimed it was only an appeasement to the other woman.  She seemed to think he had only said anything to me at all because he didn't really want to say anything to the first woman so had generalised for us both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said if there is a problem, perhaps the Supervisor should just say it to our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed discrepancies over what was said and what is the actual true position of things and I am wondering why there are lies going on?  If another person had not been involved, I would just think, they are picking on me and leaving others alone.  But both of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will involve the union.  It has got to the stage of being ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my moan and groan for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister is coming tomorrow and we will have a good chat.  The old person will go hide in his room and listen to the races.  It will be good, because the boys are going to watch the Youtube episode of Dr Who from the BBC on the daughter's computer.  That will keep them all out of mischief.  It is pretty decent of the daughter as she does't particularly like her cousin Sunnyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till next I gripe ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6248501302746800384?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6248501302746800384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6248501302746800384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6248501302746800384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6248501302746800384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-week-so-far.html' title='My week so far ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4770127511981195028</id><published>2008-05-06T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:20:53.885+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking seriously about making one of my blogs commercial, probably the Craft one, as craft on the Internet seems very popular.  Or I could do the horse one.  But that means a daily commitment to blogging and interacting with other bloggers, leaving comments and researching.  It isn't that I am not capable of doing these things, it is just the commitment of time that would be required to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blog from work, even though I will read blogs at work when there is no work.  I don't think my boss is paying me for that, even if reading is done on his time.  The onus is on him to give me enough work.  I can't just sit there twiddling my thumbs.  Also, I am fairly certain that from time to time the IT department reviews what gets done on the computers, just incase that, despite their really onerous nanny filter, someone might look at porn.  I know a couple of blokes that were in trouble for forwarding on inappropriate e-mails.  Funny how it is always the guys, and never the girls.  I have received plenty of questionable e-mails from female staff.  I just delete what I don't really like.  I don't have time to be that petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have finished work, the commitment wouldn't be a problem, it is just that I would really like to set it up before then.  Still, making decisions like that usually end up with "I am sorry I didn't do it sooner". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some ideas for a couple of other blogs, that I am thinking about.  However, I often wonder if I don't just think these things up as amusing thoughts just for the sake of being amusing when I should be thinking about other things. I guess my middle name should be procrastinator and just get on and do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil and paper on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4770127511981195028?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4770127511981195028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4770127511981195028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4770127511981195028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4770127511981195028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3134942041480030931</id><published>2008-05-04T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:55:41.892+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In my garden'/><title type='text'>The Forces of Darkness ...</title><content type='html'>are gathering. Yes we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone so interested in a wannabe like Danni Minogue? She always seems to me to be riding on Kylie's fame, and can't quite make it herself. But I guess she is more accessible to the journos than Sis, so she makes good copy. I guess we should be grateful she isn't as batshit crazy as Britteny Spears ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking one of my own rules here, if you don't pay them any attention they will go away.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go, someone is commenting about some looney, wannabe. Maybe I am just old and cynical, but I don't remember them being so talked about when I was in my teens and early twenties. The big raves then were all the scandals the famous groups were getting into, like the Beatles and Rolling Stones. One of the girls wouldn't invite me to her birthday party because I wasn't a hard core Rolling Stones fan. In the end no one turned up anyhow, and it was supposed to be &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;birthday bash of the year. She came to school about two days late and was very contrite. Funny what sticks in your mind after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, we are into Jazz and more classical music. My daughter is talking about taking the boys to Paint Ball, and I am trying to talk her into getting them taught music. I guess she wants them rough and tumble so that they grow up as men and not effeminate. Being a single Mum is not easy when you have boys. I don't think the boys care either way other than they will be doing something better than being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Oleander bush growing outside the front of the house and near the front paddock. I like Oleander, because it is so pretty, but it is poisonous to animals if they eat it. But none of our&lt;br /&gt;animals are ever that hungry. We have privet and Lantana as well which will make animals sick&lt;br /&gt;as well. None of them show the slightest i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SB2i2SHvg7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/oc9e7XqTK1E/s1600-h/100_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196488598516368306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SB2i2SHvg7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/oc9e7XqTK1E/s320/100_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nterest in eating any of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3134942041480030931?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3134942041480030931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3134942041480030931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3134942041480030931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3134942041480030931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/forces-of-darkness.html' title='The Forces of Darkness ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/SB2i2SHvg7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/oc9e7XqTK1E/s72-c/100_1717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7564366213778797117</id><published>2008-05-04T06:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:37:54.350+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>What you must do next ...</title><content type='html'>I was going to make this into a grand political rant, but really, I can't get up the enthusiasm.  What sounds good in my thinking doesn't translate so well into blogspeak. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since we have a Labor Government, just to remind you, the following are important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming - that is what is making it so freezing cold around here.  Understand?&lt;br /&gt;Villification - the only people you can villify anymore are white people.&lt;br /&gt;Standardisation - a mediocre education is better than a good education.&lt;br /&gt;Atheism - is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;Gay people - are the next step forward in human evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not toe the line, you are a card carrying member of the forces of Darkness.  Do I make myself clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the joys of social democracy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7564366213778797117?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7564366213778797117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7564366213778797117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7564366213778797117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7564366213778797117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-you-must-do-next.html' title='What you must do next ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6549904208834138954</id><published>2008-04-30T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:25:35.581+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Nicotine patches ...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been smoking since my 13th birthday.  I have quit on several occassions over the past 20 years.  Obviously, since I am writing about this, not very successfully.  I will not bore you with the whys and wherefores of all of this, but I will cut straight to the chase.  The last two times I gave up, I gave up with the assistance of nicotine patches.  The first time for about 18 months and the second time for about a year.  The last time was about 18 months ago.  Oh, yeah, the patches work, but smoking seems to be a default status with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patches work by putting a continuous but teeeny amount of nicotine directly into your bloodstream so that you do not have to actually put a cigarette into your mouth.  You go three weeks without the habit of smoking and cut down the level of nicotine to almost nil and then voila, you are a quitter.  The theory sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the side effects of nicotine patches are "vivid dreams", psychobabble for nightmares worse than the  most deplorable acts of terrorism.  Those tiny nicotine driven nanobots travel into your brain, take a look around, have a good chuckle and take your absolutely worst fears and make them into a dreamscape reality.  Waaaaah!  Yeah, in otherwords you dream of your own death at the hand of some psychochotic serial killer and die.  Yeah, you do.  But then, you wake up in some way and watch the CSI:Miami team doing the forensics on your death and you get in and help them.  G0 figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go, ew, I don't want to do that, let the words of experience stroke you gently. &lt;br /&gt;You don't wear the blasted things to bed.  Take them off about an hour beforehand and have a large drink of water.  Make sure you go to the loo just before you go to bed.  It doesn't get the nicotine out of your system, but reduces it to a more manageable level.  You just don't dream about the post mortem. Okay, you don't get the "vivid dreams" either or they aren't so bad.  Yeah, I know they aren't nanobots either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really do stop the cravings.  The patches have nothing to do with why I have failed before.  This time around I have done some stress management stuff and have alternative things to do with my hands.  I also have some stronger painkillers - although the pain that I had previously was because of my gallbladder which has since been removed.  I still lack strong coping skills, but as I am aware of this, I am able to deal more with it.  As long as the old person doesn't annoy me more than usual.  It is still against the law to kill people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.  bye ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6549904208834138954?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6549904208834138954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6549904208834138954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6549904208834138954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6549904208834138954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/nicotine-patches.html' title='Nicotine patches ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-4193887446307772296</id><published>2008-04-29T20:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:14:07.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass Monkeys ...</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows I prefer cold weather to hot weather. Winter is my default season. However, this is totally absurd. It is so cold these nights that I just want to crawl into bed and keep warm. My feet get cold unless I wear sox, and that is not good. If my feet are cold my whole body feels cold. We only have bar radiators here and they are expensive to run. It isn't even May yet! I can recall this time of year when there have been bushfires. Yeah, it's chilly. Brrr ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the Scrapbook shop at Leumeah today to cut out some lettering for a friend's scrapbook she is doing for a friend of hers. She was inspired by the Wedding Album I did for another lady where we work. I have loaned her this and that to help her and another lady at work has loaned her stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, one of the shop people gave me the Calender for May. There are a couple of good classes on offer and a Stamp Club one Saturday that I am very tempted to do. They have knocked the class cost down to $5.00 plus materials. Materials are rarely over $20 so it would be a good way to do something productive and some time out from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own scrapbooking that I have done lately has been rather uninspired. Of course, now I use different techniques to what they taught us at Scrapbook University, but even so, the pages are pretty boring. Maybe a few classes would remotivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a Yahoo group a few years ago of local scrapbookers (i.e. in Oz) but it got to the stage where it was a couple of people doing all the threads, mostly on upcoming weekends away they were promoting or their own line of scrapbook stuff. There were a few swaps, but nothing of grand interest, so I finally left. I didn't joing another group for ages, but there is a US based group who use stamps from After Midnight, which I own a couple of, and Krafty Lady moulds of which I own several and will be buying more later this year. They have swaps, if you want to join, you can promote your blog/webpage, so I follow some of the blogs. Also they have tutorials and video tutorials which are really useful. It is all run by the people in the group, so it isn't a professional set up by any means. The people seem very nice, too. One Australian lady is on it whose art I have admired for a long time. She lives at Humpty Doo in the Northern Territory. Her work is a bit eclectic, but I love it anyhow. So little by little I am learning new techniques for my own art and hopefully in the near future will have some interesting things to post. Like all my stuff, it is a big maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Ladyship finally managed to go down the back to live with the stables and a bath and tub for water, long grass, the sand in the round yard she looooves to roll in and the smell of the boy must have finally gone. The grandsons had set the stables up as a cubby house, so I felt a bit bad asking them to put it all away. They had built some clever stuff there and very imaginative problem solving for their ages. They are alot smarter than they let on. Both of them could be engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must be off, my nice warm bed beckons me, and I have to go earn the pennies tomorrow. Till again we blog ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-4193887446307772296?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/4193887446307772296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=4193887446307772296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4193887446307772296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/4193887446307772296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/brass-monkeys.html' title='Brass Monkeys ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-8234801107430471810</id><published>2008-04-27T17:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:20:22.812+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrey with a fringe ...</title><content type='html'>After Ben Hur, I thought the barrel bottom had finally been reached, and from there it could only be up, right? Hahar. Now, the old person found Okalahoma! with all the song and dance of the original - heck it is a video not a DVD. Why hasn't the law changed? So I sang away the afternoon much to the annoyance of both the old person who went to bed before they got up to singing Poor Judd, and the daughter who does not care if it is a classic, I hate musicals that old, please don't sing and why do you want to watch it? okay, then give me back my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to tell, the songs are singable if you know the words, which I have done for what seems like all my life, but the story itself is a bit trite. The costuming, even for those days was cheap, and some of the acting was sloppy. They would churn them out in those days, so I guess it is only to be expected. Rod Steiger was far better as the Illustrated Man than Judd Fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell over the other night and banged my head on the ground. Not hard, not even enough to bruise me, because having rained there was mud and it was soft (lol) but it gave me a nasty fright nevertheless. My glasses fell off and I was lucky I found them in the dark. Neither the old person or the daughter heard me calling out, because for a few moments I seriously could not get up.  But my trusty old Her Ladyship wandered up and had a smell to see if I was okay.  She just stood there waiting.  I have fallen in the past and when I have not got up, she has started neighing, so I knew I would be okay one way or the other.  Still no one came, I got back up finally and went and gave her her hay.  When I got back inside I was a bit grumpy from hitting my head, the leg on my glasses had been bent and still isn't quite right.  I yelled at the old person and the daughter, changed and checked for cuts and bruises.  Since then the old person has found where he left the torch and has been coming out with me.  Hahar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and Sunnyboy came out yesterday afternoon while the old person was away at the races.  She brought some eggs with her and bread, so we made scrambled eggs for lunch.  Usually I put on lunch for us, which is usually sandwiches with a variety of fillings. Sometimes, too, we have hot dogs.  Yum.  It was a nice treat.  We chatted about this and that, and I lent her some punches to punch out some shapes so that she can make some Artist Trading Cards and maybe a little scrap booking.   I showed her how to make concertina books and a box to hold it in and a maze book which is folded in a certain way and then cut and folded again to form sixteen mini pages.  (When I think about it, I haven't photographed the couple I have made, so it is a note to self to do so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her some inkpads and a stamp and a couple of punches for herself.  I let her have some paper for the scrapbooking and some card stock.  I also gave her some precut bland Artist Trading Cards so she has no excuses not to do it.  I previously gave her a small sticker machine with a spare cartridge.  She says she has some glue.  I also said she was to photo graph the results and e-mail them to me.  When she does I will post some, so you can see what she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still working in flux to sort, cull and pack all my gear.  Must get back to it ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-8234801107430471810?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/8234801107430471810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=8234801107430471810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8234801107430471810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8234801107430471810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/surrey-with-fringe.html' title='Surrey with a fringe ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6420454011618218979</id><published>2008-04-26T03:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T04:13:17.585+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Thinking ...</title><content type='html'>I spend much time thinking of all the fabulous things I could say about current events, but by the time I get around to actually blogging, much of it seems pretty trite, and I forego the writing. Hence it sometimes looks like I am not all that interested. Spending time thinking is not sharing my thoughts and I have been wondering if I should perhaps, just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a sort of state of flux at the moment, and are likely to be for a while. I have lived in Sydney since 1995, and in that time I have collected a huge amount of stuff. You couldn't really call it much else in polite society. So I have decided it needs to be culled to a more manageable amount. It is not a rapid process with me, and much of it falls outside my fetish for lists. So I am starting with my art and craft stuff. I have on lay-by two portable drawer units and I will pack all my arts and crafts stuff (i.e. not my sewing stuff) into these two units and whatever does not fit into them will have to be either sold at a garage sale or put into the recycle bins. Some of my bigger items will come as I kept all the boxes, but the paper, embellishments, rubber stamps etc., will have to fit or go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are my magazines. When I finally decided to leave Whyalla, I had a collection of over 10 years of several magazines, including the weekly issues of New Scientist. There were over 10,000 individual magazines. Luckily for me, I was able to rid most of them at my garage sale at about $5 per 100. This is not ROI but then, I never had them for investment, just for the information they contained. I kept all my Arabian Horse News mags and some of my craft mags, about 500 in all. I have probably got about 3000 now, of the AHN, Scrapbooking and other arts and craft mags. So again, I will have to cull and sell some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't intended on moving for quite a while when we first moved here or I would have curtailed. However, the house here is not being maintained as it would by a private landlord and the rain has caused much land deterioration from having had over 30 horses prior to our coming here. We have had one horse and have had to suppliment her feed as the grass, while it exists now, is not really all that nutritious and the land is very, very weedy. Herladyship will not eat weeds, and really, I can't expect her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wasn't bad last week, because I only worked for two days, Friday being a Public Holiday. A few people were off on leave anyhow, being the second week of the holidays. In fact, by Thursday afternoon there was only myself and one other person. As she is a temp, I got to be boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss himself had asked me to do a project which entailed making a small table, cutting out about 10 from an A4 sheet, laminating these and then cutting from an A4 laminated sheet. Then I had to get double sided tape and put a little onto each one. Each of these had to be stuck onto every single telephone on Campus. There were well over 100. It was a fun thing to do, workwise, but afterwards my legs were aching. Partly because instead of taking lifts to the second floor I took the stairs, thinking it would be better for me, and the lift is often out of the way, anyhow. I have been doing alot of walking lately, so I didn't think my legs would be so bad. Mind you for all the walking and eating good food, I don't seem to be loosing much weight. Wouldn't have anything to do with the chocolate, would it? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to be disconnected soon, so I had better sign off. Trah ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6420454011618218979?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6420454011618218979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6420454011618218979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6420454011618218979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6420454011618218979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking.html' title='Thinking ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-284600314433312695</id><published>2008-04-20T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:42:27.579+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater than Ben Hur ...</title><content type='html'>So tonight's movie that the old person borrowed is Ben Hur. It's up to the horse racing scene. Ben Hur's boss said they were the finest horses from Arabia. Alas, not so. Apparently they were actually Lippizzaners - the horses that the use at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna. The Americans rescued the herd at the end of World War II, and kept some to take breed back in the USA. Anyhow, Lippizzaners are always white horses, so they had to use boot polish to make the chestnuts, bays and blacks in the movie. Also, the four abreast chariots were not used. Only two horses, and later only one horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few Hippodromes scattered through the Roman Empire, but horse racing wasn't all that popular. The horses, far from being the 15 and 16 hand Thoroughbreds we see today, were more like ponies up to 14 hands. Even the Arabians back then were not as tall as you see today - the original imports in the 19th Century were only ever as tall as 14.5 hands. So speed factors only improved when the Arabians were crossed with more modern Trotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily sit here all night talking about the history of modern horses, but I would probably bore you to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interesting news is that I have joined Second Life. I have an avatar called Anika Bondar. Anika is the feminie of Anikin, who of course was the Jedi warrior before he became Darth Vader. The daughter thought this was apt. Of course, for the true trivia buff, Anika is also the human name of Seven of Nine in Star Trek: Voyager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined Second Life to participate in some of the education programmes offered there, but also to see if I can't set up some sort of business. Experiment on line to see the reaction for the real world, so to speak. But it is taking a bit of a while to get used to controlling the avatar and someone actually called me a Dag. Moi? I guess a cybergoth fatty would only be described as a dag if I am really honest. I tried to capture a picture of her, but alas it didn't work.  Once I get the hang of things, I will upload a picture and you can decide if I am a dag or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-284600314433312695?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/284600314433312695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=284600314433312695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/284600314433312695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/284600314433312695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/greater-than-ben-hur.html' title='Greater than Ben Hur ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-8622389797229311810</id><published>2008-04-19T07:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:39:44.846+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Not alone ...</title><content type='html'>Reading my RSS feed this morning I find I am not alone in my concerns about the Gay Lobby and children. If hetero's were to do some things gay people do around children, we would be dragged off to jail and branded as pedophiles, yet because "dad and dad" are gay, it is okay to do those things around children. Yetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I don't approve of other cultures that do honor killings of women/girls either, does that make me a racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just let children be children. Time enough to find out about all that sex stuff when they are old enough to understand it. When they actually have "hormones". Imposing it on them before then is just sick. Call me whatever horrible label you like but that is how I feel and I know many people feel the same. Some even feel "worse", like killing and bashing. I don't think those things really solve problems, nor does writing a bog entry about it, but at least it is here in the Public Domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the communists are in power in Canberra, it will only get worse. It is the kids I feel sorry for, because they have to carry the consequences into their adult years and support us oldies in our old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two issues when my children were growing up. One was blatant racism, because my children where not "white". The other issue was that the feminazis decided that girls were not getting a fair deal in the education system, and the way to solve this problem was to blatantly discriminate against boys. Having two sons and two daughters stuck me between a rock and a hard place. I spent many a long hour going up to the various schools my kids attended and point out to the most senior person and the school counsellor the blantant discriminations and asking what the fnck they were going to do about it. Which usually ended up - not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, one of the teachers decided that violence was a good way to solve some problems. He broke one kid's arm (not mine) and pushed one of my sons into a brick wall. When he was supposed to be reprimanded, the Teacher's Union stepped in and prevented this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune smiled on me, in the end. I was on a high school council a few years later, and this teacher had come up for appointment as a Deputy Head Teacher. The two students on the council had expressed concern about this - one knew first hand of the incidents above and knew of others as well. My mother was also on the council, and so the four of us spoke to the other parental representatives who also had heard and expressed concern. When the vote came, the teachers were pretty pyst about it, but had to live with our vote to not let him be Deputy Head. The chairman of the council was also the Teacher's Union rep for the city, and also my teacher at TAFE. Later I asked her if it would affect my results at TAFE and she said it wouldn't. To her credit it did not. She knew I was the instigator of this event, and once we had had the opportunity to fully explain, she understood, as she also had a child at that school. There was much taking to task with other teachers, but the majority, once they understood the reasoning were okay with the vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unionism has overstepped its mark in some respects. They should just be worker advocates, not politicians. (ooops. lol). (Insert Capitalist diatribe of choice in this spot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that story to emphasise the point that the Teachers Union carries much weight in what kids actually get taught. Whether it is in the classroom or not. Somewhere along the way a line has to be drawn in the sand and we say, just teach the kids the academic stuff they need to know and leave the rest of life stuff to parents. You may not think we are doing a good job, but lets not get into a points arguement on who does a better job with our kids, shall we? Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there are some bratty kids out there, but maybe if you busibodies had let us keep our ability to smack our kids some of them would be less bratty than they are. One quick reprimand will save a lifetime of grief for a kid any day. Argue all you like, with me it falls on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till again we meet, dear reader ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-8622389797229311810?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/8622389797229311810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=8622389797229311810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8622389797229311810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8622389797229311810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-alone.html' title='Not alone ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3759044235506108094</id><published>2008-04-17T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:45:50.641+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>News headlines ..</title><content type='html'>Sydney is a strange place if you live here any length of time.  I should probably have never come here, but it is too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's news in the &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;  was about how schools are going to have to drop references to mothers and fathers, boyfriends and girlfriends, etc., as gay people are offended by these sorts of references. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call me homophobic if you like but this is seriously getting out of hand.  Maybe it could be pointed out to someone that gay people are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the only minority group in schools these days.  How is this going to go down in Church sponsored schools and muslim schools?  What do you think the consequences are going to be in these situations? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it offensive because of this.  My daughter has two school aged sons.  Their father did not bother making himself responsible for raising those boys and so she is a single mother.  To those two boys she is their life and their security.  How can they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be allowed to call her "mother"?  I mean are we talking stupid or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do Lesbian children call their parents?  Most that I know call their parents "mummy" or "mum"; likewise with homosexual raised children, it is "Daddy" or "Dad".  So where is the discrimination?  What are you going to call them?  You can't refer to your spouse as a husband or wife, but as a partner.  Married couples are not "partners", they are much deeper than that, particularly ones with children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I do not know any primary school age children that actually describe themselves as gay or not gay (heterosexual).  Sexuality is not really an issue with little children.  People who make it an issue have something seriously wrong with them (hmm... let me see, in other areas they are called pedophiles).  Even gender issue do not rise with little kids.  It usually goes that little girls think little boys are yuk and vice versa.  However, even at quite a young age a little girl knows that the other person is not a little girl and likewise a little boy knows she is not a boy, and that is about as far as they think about it.  Bringing gender issue into children's lives, no matter how you look at it is sick.  Psychologically sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could take a page from the Christians and Muslims and start your own schools.  Leave those of us who want our children and grandchildren to maintain their innocence as long as possible alone.  You would never have to worry about a shortage of teachers, which I am sure you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you are the same groobers who are holding this talkfest in Canberra this weekend, aren't you?  If my sister and her family didn't live there, I would strongly urge someone to drop a bomb on the place and rid us of these freaks in one go.  If only ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3759044235506108094?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3759044235506108094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3759044235506108094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3759044235506108094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3759044235506108094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/news-headlines.html' title='News headlines ..'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-8802823474174870146</id><published>2008-04-16T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:55:53.072+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Not without my ...</title><content type='html'>...lunch!  How about that, I forgot the canteen was closed for the holidays and had no lunch with me at work.  I ended up buying a packet of chips from the vending machine and having that.  Yuk.  Had the munchies all afternoon.  Way to go, dopey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to remember to make something before I leave in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long days with very little work.  There weren't enough desks for everyone, but since it was my day on the Switchboard, I got to sit at my normal desk.  The two part timers are off tomorrow and Friday, so it will be okay.  I think when my time is up in September I will go back full time till the end of the year break and finish up then.  I will have about ten days leave due and my long service entitlement, should get me through till I can either start my own business or find another job.  Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the days are long with little work, I find I look forward to the weekend.  Especially when I know I have things I can be doing at home.   So full time work will be frustrating again, but at least I will have something to look forward to at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of glue and can't get any till tomorrow night.  Why I am finding this so annoying I have no idea but it is really bugging me.  I guess I take my glues so much for granted.  I use glue in almost everything I do, and as I expand my mixed media arts I will use even more, but I think there I can use liquid PVA glue and not have to worry so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about packing all my "junk" and it will be a logisitical nightmare without throwing away much of what I have. (sob).  So I will be allocating one of my four days off to culling and sorting all my things until it is all done.  I will also begin my lists.  I cannot travel without a list, so if I have them prepared it will make things easier.  It is about the only time I keep a list, and it is silly, because I would probably be alot more organised in my life if I kept lists all the time.  I also need to start journalling because I think journalling is good for organisation as well. If I force myself to do it to start off with it will become a habit pretty quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tired now so I shall bid you a fond adieu.  cheers ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-8802823474174870146?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/8802823474174870146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=8802823474174870146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8802823474174870146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/8802823474174870146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-without-my.html' title='Not without my ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5080633729653495162</id><published>2008-04-15T20:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:39:16.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Old Person'/><title type='text'>Feeling sorry for himself ...</title><content type='html'>So the old person has had this dental appointment he has been waiting weeks for. He chipped his tooth at the beginning of February, and instead of going to the dental hospital and getting it seen to immediately, opted to go to a clinic in Ingleburn about 10 kms away by car. So they say he can have an appointment. They would write and let him know. So after three weeks his letter duly arrived and gave him today as the date. He was like "WTF" why so long? Because it is a government free clinic. Still this is the old person, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big day dawns and I am not going with him! (him: WTF not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gets back in less than an hour, face all drooping, a grotty sponge hanging from his mouth. They pulled it out. They had actually offered to fix it, because it is near the front of his mouth, but he is convinced a filling will fall out. So he has this huge hole in his gum. Yuk. Oh, yes, I have to look at it, he insists. Cuts up one of the new hankies I bought him just in case it bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he slept most of the afternoon and did not moan and groan about it - which is unusual enough. But he had to get up sooner or later. He can't have anything too hot or too cold, paracetamol and not asprin because asprin thins the blood (maybe that is what is wrong with him - an OD of asprin at some time in his life - lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it turns out that he has more dental work booked because they want to fix some other teeth. I guess at his age if they can keep him going with his own teeth he will be alot better off. But they are also talking about giving him a plate for other missing teeth. So he is quite excited about all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel sorry for him in his pain. The problem with people like the old person is that they moan so much and feel so sorry for themselves that there is no point in anyone else feeling sorry for them, they have enough of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parcel came in the mail today. It was a CD of Benny Goodman. 1930's Jazz. For me and the Boys from the great grandpa. (Okay, he is my dad, but he is GG to the boys). So we are going to have some real jazz to listen too and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done quite a few pages of scrapbooking these last few days. There has been what might be termed a back log of UFO's and new pages to get on with so once I have finished I will take photos and post them. The main problem now seems to be what journalling I will include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5080633729653495162?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5080633729653495162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5080633729653495162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5080633729653495162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5080633729653495162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-sorry-for-himself.html' title='Feeling sorry for himself ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-2912416413398126669</id><published>2008-04-14T08:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:33:51.585+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk fest ....</title><content type='html'>So they are having a Talk fest to determine the way they want Australia to look in 2020.  Some of the people there are, shall we say, not very nice people.  Whatever they determine is going to be alot of self interest for alot of big wigs and us "smaller" people, those of us "in the street" are going to be forking for alot of conflict of interest.  I wish my taxpaying days were over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Capitalist supporter, whether I  have capital or not.  It is a better system and a fairer one.  You earn what you are worth and you don't have to worry about the sponge down the street getting your hard earneds.  But when the sponges get together, they want to fleece you for everything they can and call it "Social Democracy".  Crap, a rose by any other name, it is Communism, pure and simple.  At least a rose, even by any other name, smells good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will have socialised water supply - great, socialised food - nah, the farmers would never go for that one, so it will have the sh!t regulated out of it - same difference.  Socialised electrickery? NSW wants to sell off its electrickery plants for the money into state coffers so it has more grease money to pay developers to develop the next rubbish tip and pristine beach.  If the money was going into hospitals and schools, you would think it would be okay.  Let's not kid each other here.  But before anything is sold off by a Labor government it has to be regulated to death.  That way supply is guaranteed to their mates.  Socialised climate?  No plastic grocery bags.  This is going to make such a difference to the climate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if you don't jump on the climate bandwagon?  You are a member of the forces of Darkness.  Read my lips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;proud, card carrying member of the Forces of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you freaks.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these sort of topics are going to be discussed.  They were talking to a group of children, alas I didn't get their ages.  They had their own 2020 talkfest, and some are going to be at the adult one.  One thing I have learnt over the years of involving children in these sorts of things is that the kids are patronised by the adults and generally ignored.  Children do not vote.  Children do not "understand", children work against vested interest - and that is just not on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least to the supporters of this sort of thing I can say "you will get what you deserve, and don't come whingeing to me after it all goes pear shaped".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-2912416413398126669?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/2912416413398126669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=2912416413398126669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2912416413398126669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/2912416413398126669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-fest.html' title='Talk fest ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5301638826227841979</id><published>2008-04-07T20:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:01:13.998+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting around ...</title><content type='html'>The old person is sitting watching the original "High Noon" movie. Full blast, no matter how much he get's yelled at to turn it down. He refuses to believe he is going deaf. I refuse to bash my head on a brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning when I went to feed Her Ladyship her brekky, I grabbed her food bucket only to discover it was slimey.  I looked and there was slime all around the rim of it, and the inside of the handles as well.  I knew snails were mindless, but sheesh.  So I washed it all off, fed her brekky (with warm water).  Then just now when I went to give her her hay, the bag I carry it to her in, had two snails on it.  Yuk.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snails are one of those pests that aren't really pests, unless they are eating your plants.  So I am reluctant to squish them just for the crime of climbing on the bag.  So I just drop them and they go on their merry way rejoicing.  My preference would be to keep ducks, but they would probably have less hesitation than the horse does to come into the house.  And then snails would probably never be quite the same tucker to them.  Aaargh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, we only get snails when it rains, so it is a hard call, really.  The only way to deter them from plants is to stack salt or ash around the base of the plant.  But when it rains these wash away very quickly.  Hence the desire for ducks.  Snails have eclectic taste, as well.  They eat food you or I would eat, but not flowers or herbs.  They don't eat weeds either.  I could make a good case for them if they ate weeds.  Picky, picky, picky.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cockies have moved to Padstow.  I haven't seen more than one or two lately, but just past Padstow station are several trees that have bits of branches and twigs strewn all around their bases.  And the dreadful squarking noise the cockies make.  Still, better it is driving them mad, than me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am I raving ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5301638826227841979?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5301638826227841979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5301638826227841979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5301638826227841979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5301638826227841979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/sitting-around.html' title='Sitting around ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5048644922977381408</id><published>2008-04-05T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:17:17.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Day at Canterbury ...</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying this: the old person couldn't find his bum with both hands behind his back and a road map (Prachett).   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ended up finding the free ticket in the console of the car, after he had assured me he had looked everywhere.  So, unfortunately I was obligated to go.  But then I left the camera at home.  We were in an extreme hurry in case when we got there I missed being one of the only 1,000 people who would get one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canterbury is not all that far from us, about 30kms as the crow flies.  Alas, roads do not follow the crows (and I don't know if that is good or not).  We have to take some expressway, where after about 20kms you have to pay money if you want to go any further.  Mind you, if you don't want to, there is nowhere you can turn around and go back.  So basically you have no choice.  About two km after that is the off ramp to get to Canterbury road off King George Road.  Why we couldn't go the way that doesn't cost money and is probably a bit faster, but I feel it has something to do with someone having forgotten where to go and totally refuses to use a road directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canterbury Park Racecourse is a nice smallish track in the middle of a very old area, probably the oldest next to Randwick.  They no longer keep horses there for training, although I gather it is a quarantine area.  It wasn't in use during the EI outbreak, so I might be wrong.  But the boxes are lined with wood, so if a horse kicks out it isn't in so much risk of shattering its leg.  The stalls are bigger than anywhere else and just seem nicer too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been about 10 times to Canterbury since I first started to go to the races back in 1997.  I have never seen so many people there.  It seems to have been enlarged and opened up more, but it was in the shade all afternoon so must face directly south.  The track and inner field looked lovely and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was group (grade) and stakes racing so the horses were very well presented.  There was good racing, as you would expect on a group racing day, although not all of the favourites won.  In fact there were a couple of upsets.  JB Cummings is a grand old master and since he started his filly in a minor group race, you knew it wasn't going to win, he is just keeping her fit.  Sure enough she just toddled along, not last, but no where near the winner.  Wait a few weeks till the BMW, or the Coolmore and suddenly she will grow and extra leg.  You mark my words.  (Oh, oh sorry, Mimi Lebrok).  Anyhow, the horse that won the race also had won the day I went to Rosehill last month, and she just toys with them, and spurts on just at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about some of the horses and their breeding, but that isn't relevant to this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being ladies day at the races, all the ladies had dressed up.  Such a wide variety of dresses and suits, and those of us who are dags and always will be.  Dagginess is just so comfortable.  Well, I wasn't totally a dag.  So many Paris Hilton look alikes, wannabes and a few Angelina Jolies and a few who actually stood out.  Like one woman I saw who had this dress that had been designed from the 1940's.  It was just beautiful, and full kudos to her for wearing it.  Some of the hats were nice, but seriously some clowns do better hat wise.  Even blokes wear hats to the races, mostly the older guys.  Although the old person wouldn't be caught dead in one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a bit rude that some girls had taken alot of time and effort to dress up and look nice and their bloke partners had not.  I saw a few daggy guys I would have kneed if they had turned up for me looking like that after I had gone to so much trouble.  It is a guy thing, however.  'Nough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little coupons that were given out as we went through the tunnel were for goodie bags from Nivea.  The old person grabbed an extra one so I was able to get the daughter one.  I had invited her along, but she didn't want to drag the boys along.  It would have been very boring for them.  Well, with all those ladies, maybe not for grandson1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Races always attract some unusual people.  Gambling problems come in all shapes and sizes, from pokies, lotteries, casinos and racing.  And racing does attract its fair share.  I could write an entire blog on some of the people I have seen over the years.  I am not game enough to take photos of people without their permission and some of them would probably stalk me and kill me if I did.  However, they would make a really interesting photo montages and I would win a Pulitzer or whatever it is.  Maybe if I ever get a phonecam I'll get game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to tell you.  Which I know is unusual. Maybe I am tired - lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5048644922977381408?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5048644922977381408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5048644922977381408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5048644922977381408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5048644922977381408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladies-day-at-canterbury.html' title='Ladies Day at Canterbury ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-7157214912321093673</id><published>2008-04-05T07:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:17:50.709+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The grandsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being nutty'/><title type='text'>Funny words ....</title><content type='html'>Grandson1 was a naughty boy last week, allegedly, and was suspended for two days earlier this week.  As the daughter has to attend TAFE, I told her I would look after him rather than taking him with her.  He enjoys going to her classes, so I saw it as rewarding him, whereas being bored at home with Granma was not so much.  But he just sat and read and watched TV and pottered as though it was a weekend without his brother.  He never asked for anything (his brother does that for him) and ate what I fed him at lunchtime without protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, he is a nice boy.  A real "ladies' man".  (You do not call your Granma "Babe"). He is bright enough, probably could apply himself further at school, but he is not lagging behind.  He does have a bit of a temper but very rarely.  But it is the occassional temper that gets him into most trouble.  Instead of stepping back he just lashes out.  It has taken me a bit of a while to realise he does this (and yes I do know why) and now I know what to do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday he went on the class excursion to Canberra.  He told me the entire trip was totally "sick".  (Okay, you are going "say what?").  "Sick" is the modern day word for something that is so fantastic, it is beyond description.  I am used to him saying this, so I knew he had a good time.  He had left at 7.00am yesterday morning and returned at 7.00pm last night.  He was talking so fast I could barely understand him, and his eyes were shining so I know he really did have a very "sick" time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times not so long ago, when we found something that was good we said it was "wicked".  It goes along with words like "cool" as modern remeaning of our language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older people know a menu is a list of meals in a restaurant, whereas our kids think a menu is something that drops down on their computer screen.  A mouse is a tiny animal cats eat, but now it is also a computer device for using on a graphics screen.  Normal words take on new meanings with common acceptance and usage.  And although our dictionaries lag behind, eventually they do catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think "sick" is the funniest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily amused ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-7157214912321093673?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/7157214912321093673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=7157214912321093673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7157214912321093673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/7157214912321093673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-words.html' title='Funny words ....'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-859053505765202751</id><published>2008-04-04T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:08:29.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Well ...</title><content type='html'>it has been a fairly nice few days at work. The Boss asked me to do stuff, they gave me other stuff to do and this afternoon we had film reviews, today's star being Kevin Costner. It was more like a civil gathering of mature women rather than, well, some of the raunchier stuff that has been commented on, on other occassions. It started with the Supervisor saying she watched Postman over the weekend. I watched it about two or three years ago, and it was a good movie. I think with his movie Dances with Wolves they were his best two. Then we chuckled about what a disaster Waterworld was and compared it disfavourably with Mad Max and then got a synopsis of the Postman movie. Knock me down with a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class last night was just revision. Revision consisted of being given a copy of the full time students test from a few weeks ago. There were spaces to fill in answers. I tested some of my answers in MySQL and when I got them to work, asked about another question and left about sevenish. It was super getting away early. My sleep has been sporadic to say the least. I can't live on strong coffee much and all as I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an RSS feed, through Google. I never really appreciated Google much before, but since having this blog and the RSS feed and knowing a few other things are in the pipelineI have gained alot of respect for them. Anyhow, I am debating (with myself, of course) whether to have the RSS feed appear on my front page or not. I think I might split it up among my blogs, if I can. It would be a real test of my webbing abilities doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found out about this piece of code that you can add to blogs and websites that will immediately take you to that person's page when you click on their name. The only thing is, I don't know whether Blogger supports it or not. Admittedly if I want to link to someone at the moment, I just click the link button and type in the web addy, but this is something a bit different that comes up everytime you put that person's name in. To tell you the truth, I think the only reason why I am excited about it, is because I actually understand it, but not sufficiently to explain it. Oh, that sounds just like, me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old person had a free admission to the races at Canterbury for me tomorrow, but rather cleverly, he has misplaced it. If he can't find it, I wont go, because it costs a fortune to go to the races, but if he finds it and I go, I will take my faithful camera. I keep promising stuff, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss the koala, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-859053505765202751?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/859053505765202751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=859053505765202751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/859053505765202751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/859053505765202751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/04/well.html' title='Well ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-3958886166528882350</id><published>2008-03-30T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:01:08.406+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The environment'/><title type='text'>Bruce the koala ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Has left his tree. He has been gone since Saturday last weekend (not yesterday) and we have checked every day. We are a bit sad, although we knew it would happen sooner or later. In some respects it is good, because it means he is not afraid of whatever was in the bushes before that drove him so close to us. The motorbikes haven't been there for most of the summer. Well the rain resurrected the old creek and there is no bridge. The growth in the bushes itself has been phenomenal, so I guess it might be a bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were disappointed with the responses of the groups that we contacted to find out more about him, and to perhaps do something about the plight of the koalas. So they better not ask me for money any time soon. I will be leaving comments on their websites and blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other lovely thing about Bruce is to know that there are still koalas about and that there will be others through here. The tree is still a koala food tree and I can see five others close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183456863342561714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/R-9WjdgYCbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l2ehfljU9Bc/s320/Bruce11.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bruce, thanks for the good time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-3958886166528882350?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/3958886166528882350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=3958886166528882350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3958886166528882350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/3958886166528882350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/03/bruce-koala.html' title='Bruce the koala ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8QHTbgHRX0/R-9WjdgYCbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l2ehfljU9Bc/s72-c/Bruce11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-5259103954827565715</id><published>2008-03-30T19:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:48:33.445+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Fire ...</title><content type='html'>Friday at work, we had a fire drill.  This consists of the Boss carrying on with his loud hailer for a few minutes then disappearing to push the Main Button to sound the Alarm.  Our building fire warden, who is non other than his secretary, shoos us all out the door - and no, you can't go back for your cardigan.  An arguement ensued for a moment with her and the woman who wanted her cardigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for me, five minutes before the alarm rang, a man turns up to enrol his son in the Apprentice course.  He was told by the teacher to come, and when he had rung the switchboard, I had told him to come see me and I would take him to the teacher for the enrolment.  I explained to him about the fire drill (rolling of eyes) and we walked to the nearby park where I took him to one of the other teachers.  This was because the teacher who he was booked to see, was the fire warden for that building.  He called by later to tell me they had been enrolled successfully and he was quite pleased about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prior to this on Wednesday, the Boss had actually asked me to type up the process sheets and laminate them for the Fire Drill.  This was new, the Boss asking me to do work for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are progressing.  I have had four MySQL lessons and two Dreamweaver.  This is because the Dreamweaver classes are on a Monday and last weekend was Easter.  We have a revision in MySQL next Thursday and then an exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-5259103954827565715?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/5259103954827565715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=5259103954827565715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5259103954827565715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/5259103954827565715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/03/fire.html' title='Fire ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346843023498516787.post-6829989796767820604</id><published>2008-03-25T16:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:04:16.225+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting ...</title><content type='html'>... for glue to dry, is frankly quite boring. lol.  Not alot went on today, I have pottered along with a few projects and art.  No one around except the old person and he went did some stuff and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news in the racing industry is that Sheikh Mohammed has purchased the biggest Australian Stud, Woodlands Stud.  I think the real news is that the people concerned were able to keep it a secret for so long.  When John Hawkes, Woodlands trainer for twenty years, left their business, I had a feeling there was something going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Mohammed already has Darley Breeding operation in Australia, so I was a bit surprised that it was him who purchased it.  Still Woodlands had some stallions and mares that are real treasure and have never been bred outside the stud.  When you have around 500 mares I guess you can decide not to breed outside.  It is a real foal factory and worth quite a pretty penny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this, I believe that the mares are cared for properly - i.e. they are fed properly and would receive proper veterinary care, but when you have that many, I guess unless it is one of their special ones, the mares are just another form of income.  Ingams made their money in the 60's selling chickens to Kentucky Fried Chicken outlets.  So it is money that was made through death and misery, and nothing will change that fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ladyship ran through her gate this morning when I opened it up for her and whacked my leg as she dashed past.  So she is not in the good books.  The old person says she is too spoilt; which up to a point is true, but she has no other companions and we have to be companions to her for a while.  She just wants to be down where we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am picking up the grandsons two days a week now, since the Government will not help the daughter this year with childcare unless she gets a job.  We will pay for it Thursday mornings and her friend picks them up after school Thursdays.  So it works out okay.  They can be boisterous, and her banning them from watching TV isn't going to go down with me.  I don't have the patience anymore for full on 9 and 10 year olds.  They aren't naughty, just boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bore you no longer ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1346843023498516787-6829989796767820604?l=alienchance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/feeds/6829989796767820604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1346843023498516787&amp;postID=6829989796767820604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6829989796767820604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1346843023498516787/posts/default/6829989796767820604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienchance.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting ...'/><author><name>Karen White</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109535642647802173473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kEdE_6SrdT8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4RsXq51qBgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
