<?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-3428852611042383036</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:38:16.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of....</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, my joys, my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-565158421664829157</id><published>2010-06-06T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:24:20.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A very merry un-birthday to you...</title><content type='html'>Liv's birthday is coming up in July and my head is teeming with ideas. My first thought was a tea party. But I think that excludes the boys..&lt;br /&gt;So what about a Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Some of the idea's I am playing with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/TAswsJ8LqzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7FBiADt8ezE/s320/alice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have so many ideas of games, food, decorations. I LOVE the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp; A planning we will go. Dad has the job of making a croquet set. My job to make the mallets look like flamingo's! Mis-matched teacups, pink lemonade, blue for the boys of course.&lt;br /&gt;A craft table to make their own hats and a cupcake table to decorate their own to take home.&lt;br /&gt;Cookies in the shape of bottles that say "drink me" and ones that say "eat me"&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week this week with cookies and cuppies, but will keep you all posted about any ideas. If you have any... shoot them my way. Would love to hear from you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-565158421664829157?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/565158421664829157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=565158421664829157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/565158421664829157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/565158421664829157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-merry-un-birthday-to-you.html' title='A very merry un-birthday to you...'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/TAswsJ8LqzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7FBiADt8ezE/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2600484653946222559</id><published>2010-05-11T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:55:19.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A few years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S-lTpt8oKuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ptx0CN8ZSNA/s1600/28161_389456931575_730421575_4546084_3660602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S-lTpt8oKuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ptx0CN8ZSNA/s320/28161_389456931575_730421575_4546084_3660602_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister was born. Of course I don't remember. I don't remember alot from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I do remember that she annoyed the crap out of me. Always in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I think for a long time we were such different people. A few worlds away. I had babies.. very young. She lived life.. very young. I know I was always proud when someone told me she was managing a store. I know I was jealous when someone told me that she was going overseas, to work.&lt;br /&gt;A few years have passed. We have fought. We have made up. But I think life has now bought us both to one world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to spend as much time with her as I would like. She is one of my best friends. I can tell her anything. Now.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was scared to do that. She is volatile!!. :-)&lt;br /&gt;But.. she is my little sister. And as time has gone on, I feel my umbrella sheltering over her, like a sister should. &lt;br /&gt;I would give anything for her...&lt;br /&gt;To be happy, healthy and free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Little Sis.. Leanne.&lt;br /&gt;I love you to pieces..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2600484653946222559?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2600484653946222559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2600484653946222559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2600484653946222559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2600484653946222559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-years-ago.html' title='A few years ago..'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S-lTpt8oKuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ptx0CN8ZSNA/s72-c/28161_389456931575_730421575_4546084_3660602_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5710970923865223546</id><published>2010-03-20T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:11:42.371+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S6SfFPRdVcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ncqrrzkfzLI/s1600-h/Sammy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S6SfFPRdVcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ncqrrzkfzLI/s400/Sammy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a girl. She was young and scared. Life was about to change. And did it ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 years ago, my baby girl was born. 20 years ago my life changed forever. I never imagined I would be celebrating her 20th birthday. I just never saw that far into the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are things that I might do differently, but never this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha. I love you just as much today as the day you were placed into my arms. And the day you fell over and skinned your knee, and the day you said "I love you Mummy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have grown, matured... beautifully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you dearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5710970923865223546?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5710970923865223546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5710970923865223546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5710970923865223546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5710970923865223546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S6SfFPRdVcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ncqrrzkfzLI/s72-c/Sammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-3853664809965212541</id><published>2010-03-13T16:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:56:03.187+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S5s2R-LNwjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/36bFYWpcl0g/s1600-h/IMG_1606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S5s2R-LNwjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/36bFYWpcl0g/s400/IMG_1606.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon, than with my Mum, my Sis, Locky and my two girls.&lt;br /&gt;Simply precious.&lt;br /&gt;Life is... In fact.. Too short.&lt;br /&gt;Live for today&lt;br /&gt;Dream for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just happen to be related to an amazing photographer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-3853664809965212541?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/3853664809965212541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=3853664809965212541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3853664809965212541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3853664809965212541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-better-way-to-spend-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S5s2R-LNwjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/36bFYWpcl0g/s72-c/IMG_1606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-20715135305441569</id><published>2010-02-18T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:23:04.525+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the air we fly..</title><content type='html'>Zoom zoom a zoom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kell is taking off this weekend to see family so she asked me for a special order for her brother for his birthday..&lt;br /&gt;We decided on 'airplane cookies' I had all these designs running around in my head and then asked how old he was. 26. Oh.. Well better make them a little more grown up..! : D This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3ykNkyB6fI/AAAAAAAAANg/CAivWxYCQwY/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3ykNkyB6fI/AAAAAAAAANg/CAivWxYCQwY/s320/Picture+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope both Kell and her brother like them. And they all have a safe trip there and back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3ykcBPX1kI/AAAAAAAAANo/kt0-jv-Qzm0/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3ykcBPX1kI/AAAAAAAAANo/kt0-jv-Qzm0/s320/Picture+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee safe Kell&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-20715135305441569?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/20715135305441569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=20715135305441569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/20715135305441569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/20715135305441569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-in-air-we-fly.html' title='Up in the air we fly..'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3ykNkyB6fI/AAAAAAAAANg/CAivWxYCQwY/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5446920268155685903</id><published>2010-02-12T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:08:52.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3UL97KvQhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n7NdNOUKp2Y/s1600-h/delivery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3UL97KvQhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n7NdNOUKp2Y/s400/delivery.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a package delivered today. I knew what it was and I was excited about it. Cookie cutters.. Just 4 this time. I would buy hundreds if I could, but so that my husband won't divorce me.. It's just a few at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very special plan in-store for the angels. I will keep you all updated on that one. And Kelly requested the airplanes, so I am excited to be making the both of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.. I plan to. &lt;br /&gt;Bill's first weekend off since he has been back at work from our holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee safe people&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5446920268155685903?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5446920268155685903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5446920268155685903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5446920268155685903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5446920268155685903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/02/delivery.html' title='Delivery'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3UL97KvQhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n7NdNOUKp2Y/s72-c/delivery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6370433470240600332</id><published>2010-02-11T11:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:31:14.647+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3NaymZIozI/AAAAAAAAAMs/As6eiCfL-fo/s1600-h/z135737460.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3NaymZIozI/AAAAAAAAAMs/As6eiCfL-fo/s320/z135737460.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not to drive a car, but to be one of those "grown up older mums" lol. I am not ready to have 2 children with the ability to get into a car and drive themselves around. It scares me. To be precise, it scares the crap out of me. I know I have taught my kids the right lessons, but sometimes, being kids, they forget. They get distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are millions of mums out there in the world who have to let their kids go and be adults. I am just not ready.. I wasn't ready when Sam graduated. I wasn't ready when she booked a one way ticket to NZ. I wasn't ready when she backpacked around NZ either. Why does life keep throwing this stuff at me when I am sooo not ready for it? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have good kids. I know they will sometimes get it wrong and stuff things up and piss people off. I also know they know whats right and wrong and hope that they have the power to be strong and safe.&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Levi, I love you both to peaces. Bee safe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is next... Oh.. My April. She's a different kettle of fish. Perhaps not even a fish. A camel.. with long eyelashes and a blank expression! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Onwards. I should go now and ring the insurance company..&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee safe&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6370433470240600332?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6370433470240600332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6370433470240600332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6370433470240600332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6370433470240600332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-learning.html' title='I&apos;m learning...'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3NaymZIozI/AAAAAAAAAMs/As6eiCfL-fo/s72-c/z135737460.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7338641747011822738</id><published>2010-02-10T13:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:47:25.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Treat Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3Ir53oe_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/b5ioLgXh18I/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3Ir53oe_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/b5ioLgXh18I/s320/Picture+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a brain storm the other day when I was out with the girls. I made them little boxes to put their cookies in and they looked great. But I wanted to customise them more, to suit the cookie and the recipient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew I needed cardboard, light cardboard.&amp;nbsp; So this is what we found. Scrapbooking card. Light weight enough to fold but sturdy enough to hold some cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True Jacqui style I have already taken them to the scrapbooking queen (MIL) and she loved them. I think they will work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So if anyone wants a nice "Thankyou gift, or a birthday gift" Let me know. I am dying to see them filled with cookies! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone is having a great Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bee good and take care&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7338641747011822738?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7338641747011822738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7338641747011822738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7338641747011822738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7338641747011822738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-brain-storm-other-day-when-i-was.html' title='Cookie Treat Boxes'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S3Ir53oe_8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/b5ioLgXh18I/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6727655198540980786</id><published>2010-02-08T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:17:09.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S2-4jSuQS-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tk3M-eKcuGs/s1600-h/red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S2-4jSuQS-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tk3M-eKcuGs/s400/red.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been such a long time since I posted. I thought it was about time I did, I know Leanne has been asking me to keep up the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Life just sometimes takes off from you and you end up needing 28 hours a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with the girls today for coffee. Poor Locky was the only male presence there, I don't really think he minded tho. I finally got to meet little Immogen and I have to say shes devine. I LOVE that Kell put her "Jacqui" top on her. "Cupcakes are the new black" Love it! Miss G needs to stop growing, shes such a pretty little girly girl :) Needless to say I had a great morning despite the rain and traffic hassles to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday making treats for the girls. Little boxes filled with homemade cookies. 2 dresses, a candy and some heart shaped cookies. To which they all informed me they are on diets! LOL next week *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new layout, new thoughts, new ideas. I shall try to keep posting.. So try to keep popping back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee safe and love to everyone xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6727655198540980786?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6727655198540980786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6727655198540980786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6727655198540980786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6727655198540980786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/S2-4jSuQS-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tk3M-eKcuGs/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7566644260190052205</id><published>2009-01-24T22:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:32:44.012+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SXsH5c9YQPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZTW4of5pprs/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SXsH5c9YQPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZTW4of5pprs/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294834470511722738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I got together with my wonderful sister and my mummy for the day. We had lunch and did a little walk around the shops.&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for the day was Leanne wanted to take photos. We tend to forget just how fast our children grow up. Things happen, people get lost in the world of fast moving cars, people, money and, well, just life. It's all over way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at the images Leanne captures of my beautiful babies, I have to take time out to remember, the little things they do to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Liv to the shop about a week ago, and lets just say she was a little madam. I told her right there and then in the shop that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the reason I never bring you to the shops, don't ever ask me again to come, and next time you can stay at home with Levi. Better for everyone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped. Looked at me and shrugged. The typical response from a 6 year old I would guess.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had to take her to the shops to get some shoes for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Liv, come on, get some shoes on we are going to the shops"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I got the look. The one that kinda says to you :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is wrong with you woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mum, you said the other day you were never taking me to the shops again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to that.&lt;br /&gt;Out smarted by a 6 year old. They never...ever.. ever forget. Don't ever promise them anything!! But they are so cute., and before you know it they have traveled around NZ, and are nearly 19 and aren't too sure what to do with their life.&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in, and don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love Leanne to do a photoshoot with Levi and Sam. I need some updated pictures of ALL of my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7566644260190052205?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7566644260190052205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7566644260190052205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7566644260190052205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7566644260190052205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2009/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SXsH5c9YQPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZTW4of5pprs/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7288109309410460103</id><published>2008-11-25T13:25:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:13:40.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are somethings in this world that we tend to take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;The air. We assume that its always going to be clear and clean and breathable.&lt;br /&gt;Water, we in QLD know that its not always avail. We are used to our 4 min showers, not running the taps and no hosing.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I heard 3 things that made me stop and think about the things we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 birds.&lt;br /&gt;Probably more than 3 birds, but 3 different sounds.&lt;br /&gt;It was just on 4am, and Bill was getting up. First we heard the rooster. Now this rooster probably lives about 1 km away, so he was pushing his morning call.&lt;br /&gt;Moments later the magpies wanted to put their two cents in and try and wake those that might still be sleeping.  As a kid I was chased by a magpie or two, so I don't really like them as a bird, but they just have the prettiest call.&lt;br /&gt;I was just lying there thinking how nice it was and just how much you miss when you sleep in early in the morning, when the kookaburra's started.&lt;br /&gt;We have about 3 kookaburra's that sit on the fence and chat. 2 young ones and a wise looking 'old man' kookaburra.&lt;br /&gt;Also 3 days ago, just after the storm we had 3 black cockotoo's in the trees. We have a grumpy old male koala, who grunts and groans alot looking for his lady... lol&lt;br /&gt;And to make it so Australian, there is a kangaroo or two out there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you think you have so much stress in your life, you don't have time to sneeze, have a think about what goes by...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smile at someone..&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smell a flower..&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all goes by far too quick. Kids grow up too fast and before long we are old and wonder where it all went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7288109309410460103?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7288109309410460103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7288109309410460103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7288109309410460103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7288109309410460103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-somethings-in-this-world-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5876713798218021143</id><published>2008-11-18T15:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:23:24.657+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I posted last. Lachlan is now nearly 8 weeks old and how fast the time goes. I really should post in here more often. Even if its just to get my thoughts out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanne challenged me to respond to her latest post on &lt;a href="http://brischetto.net/blog/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; site so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a very big cuddle and smile from Lachlan at 5.30 this morning, always a bonus start to the day, and with the rain it really made the sunshine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rang Telstra again.. only to find out that the problem that I thought was on their end was infact on our end. Love you Billy.. for making me look like a goose. Note to self.. always check passwords!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went shopping for food. Not very exciting.. but along the way looked at the damage that the storm did around our house and neighbourhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kissed my husband goodbye, only to watch him leave for work knowing that he will be working in the rain.... Poor baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the garage out.. Well, maybe try and massage the huge amount of collectables that my lovely husband is collecting so that when the next storm passes over we will have room for my car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a BBQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of what to buy the inlaws in christmas... (My head hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the gym  (4.1.  Really.. truely.. I NEED to go to the gym!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my guiltiest pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate. My all time fav was Raspberry River. But they took it off the market. Do they have any idea what they did to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time alone with Bill.. Not really happening at the moment, but I love Sunday morning sleep-ins and breakfast at Manly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my nails done. Makes me feel girly. I am a girl afterall....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching cooking shows. You can't really talk to me when they are on. Forget it. Didn't you know that Nigella got her name from me? I am the origianal Domestic Goddess....lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love children. I guess thats why I have 5. I had a few problems with Lachlan (pregnancy) and stright after he was born Bill asked me if I would "go again" I took one look at Locky and said yes. Looked at Lachlan and said "this is what you get at the end of it" He thinks I am nuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I threaten to send the kids to the fairies or the gypsy's. I love them to death.. but some times...................................................&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met my husband on the internet. We chatted for a while and I always thought I would have nothing in common with him so I made excuses not to go for coffee. He was a mountain climber, ski instructor, personal trainer.. what the hell would he see in me. I fianlly gave in and when he turned up I thought he was an old man!  LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I paid for the coffee!! Twice. He knows he owes me. I tell him alllll the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are. Some interesting crap about me.&lt;br /&gt;One thing to add. Lachlan is sleeping 7-8 hours at nite. Such a good wee man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5876713798218021143?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5876713798218021143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5876713798218021143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5876713798218021143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5876713798218021143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while-since-i-posted-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-8016234063232319824</id><published>2008-10-01T03:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:06:27.468+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SOJcJ94BCgI/AAAAAAAAALE/pn7DrTwdf6E/s1600-h/IMG_4551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SOJcJ94BCgI/AAAAAAAAALE/pn7DrTwdf6E/s320/IMG_4551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251861441765509634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Lachlan Thomas....&lt;br /&gt;6lb 2oz for the old school people&lt;br /&gt;2730 gms, 47.5 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pure love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-8016234063232319824?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/8016234063232319824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=8016234063232319824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8016234063232319824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8016234063232319824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-lachlan-thomas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SOJcJ94BCgI/AAAAAAAAALE/pn7DrTwdf6E/s72-c/IMG_4551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2732813706530312010</id><published>2008-09-24T05:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:22:06.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 5.10 am. Bill has left for work. (very happy at the thought of getting a week or so off work soon)&lt;br /&gt;I should be back in bed resting and sleeping, with the thought that sometime on Friday we will have our little bubba here. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of emotions go through your head when you are pregnant, but the minute you know you ARE going to have the baby, it turns to pain.! I have been pretty lucky over the years. I think I come from good breeding stock, designed to "Live off the land" but you still get worried a bit.&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been different. They all have really, but this one more so.&lt;br /&gt;I am older, my body has twitched a few times. I have a husband who likes to make it look like hes 'doing fine' when all the while hes waiting for a quiet corner to have a crisis in.  :) Life has changed alot since I had Liv, for the better and its so much more comforting to feel secure and safe in a marriage. Bill is excited. Liv is just beside herself. Can't count the sleeps fast enough.. its very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a few more sleeps (which have lately been anywhere else in the house where I won't distrub Bill and let him get a good nite sleep) (I have actually slept in the bath!) we will be off to the hospital. Bill might need more drugs than me ( I don't plan on using any )&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will all be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for news and a picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses to everyone... Bee good.&lt;br /&gt;And to my baby girl... Please be careful, take loads of pics, but most of all..... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;I love you so very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2732813706530312010?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2732813706530312010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2732813706530312010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2732813706530312010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2732813706530312010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-4138243628839245568</id><published>2008-09-14T15:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:10:04.681+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This will make you smile!&lt;br /&gt;My sis sent me this.. its so funny and soo do-able!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  one is for everyone who...&lt;br /&gt;a) has kids&lt;br /&gt;b) had kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) was a  kid&lt;br /&gt;d) knows a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) is going to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;I  guess that means all of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY'S GONNA  EAT YOUR FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was packing for my business trip  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; my three year old daughter was  having a wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point she said,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Daddy, look at  this' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, and stuck out two of her  fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck  her tiny fingers in my mouth and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy's gonna eat your  fingers,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretending to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to  packing, looked up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; and my  daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look  on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'What's wrong,  honey?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She replied,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'What happened  to my booger?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-4138243628839245568?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/4138243628839245568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=4138243628839245568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4138243628839245568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4138243628839245568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-will-make-you-smile-this-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5064495859046203254</id><published>2008-07-31T09:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:34:52.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You forget things as you get older. Ha. The joys. But one thing I would have thought a woman that has had a baby would never forget. Contractions.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, they would be Braxton Hicks. So named after Mr Hicks. Some say they are false, some say they are real contractions. Hrmmm. Typical they are named after a man. What the hell would he ever know about false contractions!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. No serious. They seem to  have started, and me being me just dealing with them. They are supposed to be short, just tightening of the uterus. Me.. well you could time mine, and they peak.&lt;br /&gt;Something that 'real' ones shouldnt do. But I can deal with it. Everything is still in place. Bill on the other hand. I forget sometimes that this is his first baby, while I am all calm and relaxed saying don't worry about it. Hes in a mad panic. "Ring the midwife"! Perhaps she shouldn't have told his just how to deliver a baby should the need arise.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that it will happen when this bub wants out. Early or late.. (note to baby~~ If you are late... trouble will surely come your way *wink*) lol&lt;br /&gt;No.. everything is fine. Its just getting closer and my poor old body has had enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies... can I get a little caring sympathy sent this way  Woohoooo.. fanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people ... Hugs and kisses..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5064495859046203254?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5064495859046203254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5064495859046203254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5064495859046203254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5064495859046203254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-forget-things-as-you-get-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5269069310123693106</id><published>2008-07-26T13:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:54:13.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did is a word of achievement,&lt;br /&gt;Wont is a word of retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Might is a word of bereavement,&lt;br /&gt;Can't is a word of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Ought is a word of duty,&lt;br /&gt;Try is a word for each hour.&lt;br /&gt;Will is a word of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Can is a word of power.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can&lt;br /&gt;I know I can ~~~&lt;br /&gt;The little engine&lt;br /&gt;that tried&lt;br /&gt;then could&lt;br /&gt;and did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We love you Sammy. Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Remember ....fly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5269069310123693106?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5269069310123693106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5269069310123693106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5269069310123693106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5269069310123693106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-sammy-i-can-did-is-word-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6176404458944910686</id><published>2008-07-20T21:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:53:22.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SIMnBxmL3oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I6EOgViSp7E/s1600-h/Picture-260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SIMnBxmL3oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I6EOgViSp7E/s200/Picture-260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225062904126758530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes Cupcakes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cupcakes last week to celebrate 100 days at Prep for Liv, and this week its her birthday. So for school tomorrow I made cupcakes. Mini ones cause its Maddison's birthday too and I am not sure if her Mum will do something. You can have too much cake you know. Especially if you are a pre-schooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would post a pic of the cupcake. The birthday girl's cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to get the bike out of the car, and fumble for the next few hours to get the darn thing set up. Maybe I should wait for Bill to get home from work.... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy wishes and kisses to all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6176404458944910686?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6176404458944910686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6176404458944910686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6176404458944910686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6176404458944910686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SIMnBxmL3oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/I6EOgViSp7E/s72-c/Picture-260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1680771585673762688</id><published>2008-07-19T16:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:52:11.109+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while and in true Jacqui fashion, I usually don't post until there is something to talk about. Hahaha! Nothing really to talk about. Oh. we did move house. Into a nice brand new house, 4 beds, 2 bath, you know the average family style home. Levi loves the dishwasher. And the girls love having their own rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh... Sammi left us. Shes left the nest for a little while, gone to stretch her wings and see whats out there in this big big world. Shes in NZ with Nana and Granddad. I am sure she is having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;I will say tho, that morning was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Let my little girl get on a plane, and say goodbye. For how long no one knows.. and I guess thats one of the hardest things.. She will come back when shes ready.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you Sammi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now at the 28 week stage, and my poor old body is starting to notice a change. I can no longer hide my "bump" and I am starting to "wobble" . I tell ya, its a sight. But all is good, check-ups this week, another scan next month.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started nesting yet, I feel it coming on tho. I think once I get the car seat and the pram off lay-by, it will kick start me into gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess in the end I did have a few things to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well, take care everyone one&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1680771585673762688?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1680771585673762688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1680771585673762688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1680771585673762688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1680771585673762688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-hey-everyone-its-been-while-and-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-946072420395694918</id><published>2008-06-09T13:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:56:28.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently had a conversation with a friend from school who has a sweet, darling little girl who always smiles, always happy. Mum and baby both seem very content. I know she has 7 children (bear in mind some are step-children) and shes always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;This day, she wasn't. Something had happened to her at home that would scare and send chills up the spine of any parent out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a daughter around the age of 3, who on this day slammed a door in the house. This would normally wake her little girl ( approx 4 months old ) from her sleep. On not hearing a cry she went to investigate. As she walked into her little baby's room, she knew there was something wrong. And when she walked over to the cot, her worst fears were confirmed. Her daughter was not breathing and had turned an awful shade of greyish-blue.&lt;br /&gt;As she was telling me this, the tears were forming in my eyes, as were hers. I know she lost her dad just before she gave birth, and this would have been far too much for anyone to bear.&lt;br /&gt;As she picked her little girl up, it was enough to "snap" her out of the incredibly deep sleep she was in and she took a huge breath. Needless to say she rushed to hospital to get her checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was fine. She was told by the medical staff that she had saved her daughter from &lt;a href="http://www.sidsandkids.org/"&gt;SIDS&lt;/a&gt;. A disease that all parents fear. Some experts believe that children, like adults, fall into a deep sleep. Because babies don't breathe while in the womb, when they fall into this sleep, they just forget to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Its a very scary prospect for any parents.  She told me that they rushed out that night and bought a baby monitor. Not just a noise one, but one that lies under the mattress and alerts you if there is no movement for 20 seconds. If they stop breathing.. an alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;She said it was expensive, but her babies life was priceless. What parent wouldn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;I have since had a look online and for my peace of mind we are planning to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelcare-monitor.com/"&gt;http://www.angelcare-monitor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SEypyNnCNNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pecFM30OwC0/s1600-h/www.rednoseday.com.au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SEypyNnCNNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pecFM30OwC0/s200/www.rednoseday.com.au.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209725549072757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Red Nose Day fast approaching, I would encourage anyone and everyone to support this cause. 27th June, buy a red nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-946072420395694918?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/946072420395694918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=946072420395694918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/946072420395694918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/946072420395694918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-recently-had-conversation-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SEypyNnCNNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pecFM30OwC0/s72-c/www.rednoseday.com.au.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6272460816846242766</id><published>2008-05-30T20:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:47:50.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SD_aBIdZV6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NyilaDHekBw/s1600-h/Baby-feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SD_aBIdZV6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NyilaDHekBw/s320/Baby-feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206119407249086370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Back. I know its been a while. Ok.. a long while. But I do have an excuse. As you might be able to guess. We are 20weeks and 5 days pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Its a very exciting time in my life again. Another baby. My life is so full on now, I bet you wonder just how I will cope with another little baby in the house...&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I cope with motherhood like most people handle their jobs. I organise, delegate, clean, feed and love what I do.  Its the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;So all is good in the world of Jacqui. I hope everyone else is going good. I have heaps of news, but will leave for future posts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6272460816846242766?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6272460816846242766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6272460816846242766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6272460816846242766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6272460816846242766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/SD_aBIdZV6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NyilaDHekBw/s72-c/Baby-feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5041701330498672311</id><published>2008-02-05T11:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:40:35.229+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R6e9y0piiVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gjcbiHsjo0A/s1600-h/01012008+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R6e9y0piiVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gjcbiHsjo0A/s320/01012008+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163304178627545426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a few days since I posted. Liv started school fine and dandy. We sit on the mat and wave goodbye to Mummy now &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Now its me crying..lol. I don't have anything major to do. I go the gym, housework, but I am really bored. I guess there are things that I could be doing. I could go back to school, but I feel a bit flat.&lt;br /&gt;My first avon books where a little successful. Although I have had more sales from friends instead of customers. Maybe life will get busier soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on. Sam's doing well. Levi too. Swimming starts today.. busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;I did however make plans with the kids to go to the Medieval Festival again this year. And also off to camping again. Yay! We had a ball last year, so off we go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone, bee good and bee safe &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5041701330498672311?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5041701330498672311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5041701330498672311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5041701330498672311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5041701330498672311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-everyone-been-few-days-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R6e9y0piiVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gjcbiHsjo0A/s72-c/01012008+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-8239573937227889360</id><published>2008-01-28T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:17:43.968+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R53FGEpiiRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWwoYfALJHc/s1600-h/leaving-the-church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R53FGEpiiRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWwoYfALJHc/s320/leaving-the-church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160497456154315026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been really busy trying to get our album finished. I only just kind of discovered the best software. I can do most of this in Photoshop, but with 800 images to do, its so much easier with this.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with the outcome so far. It will be a work of love when I am finished. I can't wait to have a proper album, a coffeetable book that people can look at when they come over for .. well... coffee &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HUGE other news, I am joining Avon. I needed something to do that won't really make an awful lot of money and let me meet people and get out of the house. So at this moment, I have Avon books everywhere! I am really excited about it. It means I can also help at the school with the girls. Oh.. can you see it?? I will be a tuckshop lady and an Avon lady &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow. The girls are excited. Especially Liv. Stay tuned for pictures as I will post some tomorrow. Big day. Big stage in my life thats for sure. *sigh* Life does move forward I guess, and I am excited about the new prospects for the future.  So onwards for the rest of the year. No doubt it will be busy. Swimming starts again, and touch footy, plus Sam doing all the things that she wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really should be going, off to bed, because its going to be a hectic morning.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Please take care of you and yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-8239573937227889360?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/8239573937227889360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=8239573937227889360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8239573937227889360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8239573937227889360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-really-busy-trying-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R53FGEpiiRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OWwoYfALJHc/s72-c/leaving-the-church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-57134097777587068</id><published>2008-01-25T05:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:30:35.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 5.09 on Friday morning, Bill and Sam just left for work and I think I am getting a cold &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Every time I sneeze I get a spasm in my back... so not good. Perhaps I should go back to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty cool day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEVI! We took off down to the park for a few hours with an esky, blankets and cricket bat in hand to have some fun. Teena and the boys came too and we had a blast. They have a huge playground for the kids, some of it is fenced so they played in there for a while and Teena, Bill and I ate far too many crackers and dip!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a feast of wraps with heaps of yummy stuff in them and packed up and went to play cricket for about 2 hours! It was awesome. If I played for Australia (which being a Kiwi, I probably wouldn't) I would have got out for a duck... more than once. I could hit it, but only high.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was the best one. Because he used to play baseball, he just couldn't get the bat right, so Levi had to throw the ball, only then could he hit them "out of the park".&lt;br /&gt;When we all got bored with that, Liv and Kye started eyeing off the cut grass and starting making piles to throw on peoples heads. There was grass everywhere once everyone got a turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="idea"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_idea.gif" alt="idea" title="idea" height="15" width="15" /&gt;Mental image: 4 adults, 4 kids and 1 toddler making a cheerleader pyramid. It was the funniest thing! OMG the boys weigh soooo much. Its not easy supporting 2 junior rugby players on your back! But we made one, more than once. What a goofy looking sight we would have been! It was such good fun, it was 7.30pm before we all walked in the door for cake and ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 hours yesterday morning (at 5am!) making a cake for Levi, only to leave it in the fridge. I had the candles.... do I get points for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heaps of fun... and I for one am very sore this morning. I think I shall take my weary body back to bed for a little rest before the kids get up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to Live for every moment.. you only get to do this once.. Next time you come back you might be a grasshopper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-57134097777587068?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/57134097777587068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=57134097777587068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/57134097777587068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/57134097777587068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1602641244061361560</id><published>2008-01-22T22:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:29:07.937+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day I would rather have just forgotten, for many reasons it was just a bad day all round. But.. dinner was nice and I got some lovely presents from my Mum and Dad inlaws, my beautiful children and my bestest friend. Another year over and I can move on to getting this year into full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of running around here there and everywhere. Bill had a job interview, probably won't work out for us, but you don't know until you try. The girls have  had their new beds put up, so I needed to get underbed storage containers for them. The mess in their room has gone from there to the hallway, and the people at the local Salvation Army will get the stuff that the girls just don't need or cant fit in. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;  Oh so much stuff, way too much stuff for 2 little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids start back school next week, minus Sam of course. I know she will figure out soon what she wants to do and go do it..... well hopefully. I can't believe thats the end of the children at school for me, a tad emotional. Oh ok.  Massively emotional. I will be crying my eyes out. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to, I'm a mum.. its my job to be a sap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real other news..&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in the life of Super Jacqui.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Up and away.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1602641244061361560?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1602641244061361560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1602641244061361560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1602641244061361560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1602641244061361560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-day-i-would-rather-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2573931465399071081</id><published>2008-01-20T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:47:08.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" /&gt; Took the kids to the beach today...&lt;br /&gt;Late in the afternoon, but it was still warm. They also took their scooters and Levi was rollerblading. Pretty sure they had a good time. Infact I am positive they did.... Liv fell asleep on her bed!! She very rarely does that.&lt;br /&gt;She told me her little legs where tired and when we got home I asked her to carry something from the car to the house and she replied " Oh.. I couldn't. My fingers are soooo tired"&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think her fingers did that much to tell you the truth. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get the girls new beds tomorrow. Gone are the bunks, I ebayed them! Gotta love ebay! Trying to find a way of keeping their room in some kind of order so I have spent a few days trying to sort some stuff out. What a joke. I thought I was doing an awesome job, until we took Liv's bed apart, under that was 2 big bags of stuff. Baby clothes. I have 2 massive bags of baby clothes. With what to do with them you ask? Well, tune in for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else happening. My birthday tomorrow. I wont say how old I am..... Oh.. ok.&lt;br /&gt;I will be 21..  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt; I will!! Honest. Ask the kids if you don't believe me. They will tell you exactly that! I love my babies... they make me feel wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.. Hug someone you love, forget about someone who hurt you and smile at your neighbor &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&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/3428852611042383036-2573931465399071081?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2573931465399071081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2573931465399071081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2573931465399071081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2573931465399071081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/took-kids-to-beach-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-3443542333258166670</id><published>2008-01-19T19:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:32:31.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never tell a man he is right. &lt;br /&gt;And.. because Bill never reads this, I can say hes right. He told me not to "go hard" at the gym. He told me "not to plate up too much" so I didn't, which is a good. But I did "go hard" on the rowing machine. Hrrrmmmm I am thinking today that wasn't such a smart thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;You see, they have a challenge at the gym for speed rowing, then on the bike and running. Well I can't run ( because of my ankle ) so I thought I would see just how far and how fast I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I rowed 1850 meters in 10 mins (bear in mind I haven't been for a while) but extremely unhappy to say I cannot move very freely today. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Its not bad, but that will teach me. Its half Bill's fault, he was sitting (sitting, not rowing) beside me telling me to go for it! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Levi is a saint. He mowed all the lawns today. Did all the trimming by hand, he's such a darling &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note. My darling Livvy is such a nice child. She was having her bath and I walked in to wash her hair. After telling me that when I put the conditioner in her hair I had to give her a scalp massage (again, thanks to Bill!) she then proceeded to tell me how beautiful I was. I had my hair down.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me "Actually Mummy, I only love you more with your hair down! When its up you look ok, but when its down you look beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't at all phased by this comment. Thats the norm for her. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, shes a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-3443542333258166670?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/3443542333258166670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=3443542333258166670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3443542333258166670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3443542333258166670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-tell-man-he-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-4107181403872581001</id><published>2008-01-18T13:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:53:38.002+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R5AiqQ5ewzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3_vP8MudMic/s1600-h/love+you+mummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R5AiqQ5ewzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3_vP8MudMic/s320/love+you+mummy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156659682825126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks. I know I said last time that I would post more, and you don't know how many times I sit here and think... Gosh.. I should write in my blog.. I get on the Internet and do something completely boring.  So time for a massive update. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. We had an awesome Christmas, quiet New Years as all the kids were away, and a little holiday for me with no children in the house. It was nice. Nice to get them all home though. The first couple of days drove me completely insane. I sat here wondering how the hell I was going to manage the rest of the year!!  But its all good now. They haven't settled at all, I have just mellowed and switched a few switches off, I hear the tones I have to hear. I usually respond with "Is there blood??" to which I get a reply "Ummmm ... no .. but"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok.. then you are fine" &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly school time. First day for Liv coming up, we have uniforms now. Very scary for me, what the hell am I going to do with myself now? It doesn't get any easier as the kids get older, but Liv is the last one to go to school. End of an era for me. Now I feel I will get talked into tuckshop roster and reading. Don't get me wrong. I love my babies, just not the mums!&lt;br /&gt;The girls also start back at swimming soon, and Levi with league and touch footy, not to mention Sam's is off to tafe. And that's just the kids &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I always say, those who know me, know I adore my kids. I wouldn't be who I am without them, they have been there for me, and I for them. We have been through some awful stuff and stuck together threw it all. Motherhood to me is a joy, not a chore. I was born to play this role.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they have an Oscar for motherhood??&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="wink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So who knows what the year has install for me....for us even. Levi wants to learn to surf. My reaction to that was "No sand in my new car" . I think I shot that one down quick!&lt;br /&gt;New house this year... scary prospect, but one we have to do soon. Possibly some school training for me. I might go back to school and do the rest of my chefs course, then branch out into cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Its a passion I think I could make some money out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, its day to day life. Gym in the morning, kids in the afternoon, everyone else has to take a number&lt;br /&gt;I would like a holiday this year... see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my huns and hunnies.. Take care of you and yours &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-4107181403872581001?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/4107181403872581001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=4107181403872581001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4107181403872581001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4107181403872581001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R5AiqQ5ewzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3_vP8MudMic/s72-c/love+you+mummy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2670035467952302090</id><published>2007-12-11T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:07:06.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R15tQsy9xpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FLOXnblRE6k/s1600-h/Livjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R15tQsy9xpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FLOXnblRE6k/s320/Livjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142667958173943442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well today was another huge day.&lt;br /&gt;Another graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Another tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv graduated today. Granted it was only Prep at daycare but it was so emotional. Off to school next year. Its a huge thing for Liv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did well to walk in and shake Miss Shelly's hand, and then sit down and try to keep her cap on.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all sang for us, there was loads of camera's flashing and loads of teary mums and dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onto the food. Pre-school kids with tables of food and none of the normal manners that apply at home &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of another era....&lt;br /&gt;Bring on big school now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2670035467952302090?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2670035467952302090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2670035467952302090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2670035467952302090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2670035467952302090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-today-was-another-huge-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R15tQsy9xpI/AAAAAAAAADw/FLOXnblRE6k/s72-c/Livjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6880779070220738427</id><published>2007-12-07T10:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:16:34.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R1ievI4i1QI/AAAAAAAAADo/qbOZEtr44bM/s1600-h/Pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R1ievI4i1QI/AAAAAAAAADo/qbOZEtr44bM/s320/Pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141033507319108866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the next to last week of school, the kids asked to stay home today. All they are doing is watching DVD's so they might as well be here, doing the cleaning and washing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought a Gingerbread house DIY kit. So this morning the girls decided that we were going to make it. I really thought it was going to be painfull. It wasn't. It was so much fun, I might go and get a few more and make them for family from the girls. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was quite impressive with the piping bag, and Liv went to town with the piping bag too, as you can see in the background! Sam decorated the tree. Its really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many sleeps to go until Christmas.. kids are getting really excited. And we pick up our tree today, so Monday nite when everyone is here, we will decorate it -&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving around at night looking at Christmas Lights and Christmas Carols next weekend. Time to get into the Christmas Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6880779070220738427?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6880779070220738427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6880779070220738427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6880779070220738427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6880779070220738427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-next-to-last-week-of-school-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/R1ievI4i1QI/AAAAAAAAADo/qbOZEtr44bM/s72-c/Pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2413343643277715859</id><published>2007-11-21T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:32:01.444+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a crack-up. Just one of the examples of my smallest baby girl's innocent humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Liv and I went to the shops to pick up some bits and pieces yesterday. We had finished all we had to do and had an hour to spare. So I decided to shout Sam and Liv a drink.&lt;br /&gt;On the way thru the food court, we went past the Christmas Nativity Scene. Liv then explained to us that Daddy had told her all about this.. eager to find out just how much she knows we listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that baby" She said.&lt;br /&gt;"And whos that Liv?" Sammy and I seemed to ask in unison. "Its the baby Jesus!" Liv said very proudly.&lt;br /&gt;"And whos holding Him?" Sam asked. "Oh thats Mary" Liv answered her.&lt;br /&gt;So we sit down to have our drinks.. and I have to say, coffee for me these days is disappointing. There are only a few places that consistently make nice coffee, but like an average meal, I drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we had finished our drinks, Liv's $2 was burning a hole in her pocket and she just had to spend it on one of those rides that I am sure are sending most parents and grandparents for that matter.. broke!&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk past the Nativity Scene again, this time I asked her a question.  Fully expecting a perfectly normal answer.&lt;br /&gt;"So Liv..... Who is Mary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause... you can hear the cogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh.... Mary had a little lamb...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete innocence. Needless to say Sam and I cracked up like you wouldn't believe. People must have thought we were nuts, we got some strange looks.&lt;br /&gt;I then told Liv the difference between this Mary and Mary with the little lamb. She took a few mins to soak it in, but she gets it now.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she told Bill all about the 3 kings and what they bought Jesus. I was very proud. Shes like a little sponge, you only need to tell her something once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2413343643277715859?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2413343643277715859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2413343643277715859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2413343643277715859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2413343643277715859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-crack-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1338282758798349009</id><published>2007-11-13T10:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:21:56.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through the Eyes of Proud Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally come&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like it took an eternity&lt;br /&gt;We've all been waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;To see our precious daughter&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the aisle to get her high school certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sit anxiously awaiting to hear her name called&lt;br /&gt;So much work that we have done&lt;br /&gt;So many problems that we have overcome&lt;br /&gt;Now we can put that all behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now is the time for her to shine&lt;br /&gt;To become an adult and make a future of her own&lt;br /&gt;At last the principal calls her name out loud&lt;br /&gt;And we stand up tall and proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling little young lady, Samantha, graduates this week. Its a pretty special and emotional time in her life. Not to mention my life. 17 years ago I could never imagined my life taking the turns that it has. Children, marriage, divorce, another child, separation, to finally find my self happiness. A wonderful man, who cares deeply for me and my babies. Thats what they will always be in my book. My babies.&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about Sam to other people, I say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby girl&lt;/span&gt;' and get this look, wondering how old she is. When I mention that she is 17, they seem somewhat confused. How can a 17 year old be a baby? But its not just Sam, they are all my babies.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you would know most of the pitfalls of our life. The kids have come from a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken home&lt;/span&gt;', but you wouldn't be able to tell. They are the most grounded, easy going children you will find around. My life has always been about them, even more so as they get older and I mature.&lt;br /&gt;So watching '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby girl&lt;/span&gt;' walk onto a stage at high school and graduate is a huge thing for all of us. Its not to say I couldn't see it happening, because she's a very smart and mature young lady. Its just so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;have got in the way of that.  As a family, we are a very strong unit. There is alot of trust, and our family values are important. Seems to be lost on alot of the world. So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upwards and onwards as they say. Where Sam's life takes her from now on is mostly up to her. Me, her Dad, Step mum and Step dad have done the ground work. All the foundation is in...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a mother bird watching her baby try to fly out of the nest.. and yes, I have tears writing this. All you have to do now Sam, is spread your wings and fly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Sam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1338282758798349009?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1338282758798349009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1338282758798349009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1338282758798349009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1338282758798349009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/11/through-eyes-of-proud-parents-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6731450751083133407</id><published>2007-11-06T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:58:56.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey Guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been along time since I posted. In fact the last time I posted was back in July about the Medieval Festival.  So I thought it was about time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam graduates in a few weeks. Shes not entirely sure what she wants to do, so we have encouraged her to take a year off, get a feel for who she is as a person and sort out what she wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;Levi is playing Touch this summer. Thank goodness its only one day a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't have a problem with taking him but it all gets a bit much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are swimming. April is swimming 4 times a week, yes 4. She started late, but shes good and they can see that. And Liv is just being Liv. I watch her, she says something to her teacher, and they both burst out laughing. Shes quite a hoot to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things have changed in my personal life. Nothing too major, and you learn to cope with the things you don't like. Making the things that you do like count even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But life is good, great in fact. Trying to keep up with my children is another story all together.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bee good and take care everyone, I promise I will keep this a little more up to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6731450751083133407?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6731450751083133407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6731450751083133407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6731450751083133407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6731450751083133407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-6653942322796824174</id><published>2007-07-05T08:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:36:18.637+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rowdl_E2udI/AAAAAAAAACw/L7nfOvPwuJs/s1600-h/jacs-and-viking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rowdl_E2udI/AAAAAAAAACw/L7nfOvPwuJs/s320/jacs-and-viking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083470617818610130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RowcOfE2ucI/AAAAAAAAACo/H83IiLWdmCg/s1600-h/Pics-343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RowcOfE2ucI/AAAAAAAAACo/H83IiLWdmCg/s320/Pics-343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083469114580056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.abbeymuseum.asn.au/"&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt; Medieval Banquet was on the 30th June. I have to say we had the best time! The entertainment was awesome. The costumes ranged between the run of the mill renaissance costumes ( which technically aren't Medieval ) to the most extravagant Jesters and Knights. There were even some Vikings. These guys were having a ball! Dressed in fur (not sure if it was real) with massive horns on their heads. When I asked if I could take his picture I was told if I gave him a hug I could take it. Then when I got around the other side of the table he then tried to run off with me &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt; He was a sweety, not at all like I would have imagined a Viking to be.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was served on bread plates. Half a very large cob loaf, no fork, just a knife and spoon. There were some rules that had to be followed. The food was beautiful, and lots of. My words here really can't describe just how truly awesome it was. There were maybe 6 people that didn't dress up. We think it was well worth the effort to get dressed up and I am already planning for next years one.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day we went into the city for the costumes, we walked past a cycle and skate shop, which Bill nearly pulled my arm off to get into. We have been wanting to buy skates for me for a while, but the best shops for skates are in the city, and we just don't go in very often. So I got my skates and saw &lt;a href="http://www.lowndesforce.com.au"&gt;Craig Lowndes&lt;/a&gt; in there buying skates for himself and his little boy. A little bit of excitement for a little lady like me &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to Southbank on Friday nite for a skate with Bill. Should be good for at least one sore bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys and remember to smile, it makes people wonder what you are up to &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-6653942322796824174?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/6653942322796824174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=6653942322796824174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6653942322796824174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/6653942322796824174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/07/abbey-medieval-banquet-was-on-30th-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rowdl_E2udI/AAAAAAAAACw/L7nfOvPwuJs/s72-c/jacs-and-viking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7463229429190729172</id><published>2007-06-27T16:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:37:38.415+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! How cold is it?? The winds remind me of home. I have even taken to wearing a hat. Albeit Sam's hats, but its keeping my noggan warm!! Bill even bought me a thermal to wear... and I am seriously thinking about getting another one... TWO THERMALS!! Yeahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are in day 3 of the school holidays. No one hurt or tied to the clothesline yet &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the girls to Hippo House (one of those indoor play centers) today after shopping. Last night April had a friend to stay, and I have my best friends son over during the holidays and after school, so that made 6. Some may say mad, but doesn't bother me one little bit.&lt;br /&gt;They ran around, up and down slides for a few hours and had a ball. Its a great sanity saver. Only thing is its loud... very loud. Can't hear yourself think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure we are going bed shopping tomorrow!! Yay! At the very least we are going into the city for our costumes for the Banquet on Saturday night. We may just have to have a coffee at the Gardens Cafe. ( Lots of memories, its where Bill and I met, almost 2 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, take care, rug up... snuggle with someone, keeps you warm &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7463229429190729172?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7463229429190729172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7463229429190729172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7463229429190729172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7463229429190729172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-gosh-how-cold-is-it-winds-remind.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1684437304558676312</id><published>2007-06-24T18:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:50:54.304+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rn4rZdKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DNfK9HffLiE/s1600-h/148172440-L-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rn4rZdKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DNfK9HffLiE/s320/148172440-L-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079545146046827570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of things going on in the life of Jacs. I firstly would like to commend myself on finally finishing my thank-you cards from the wedding. Only took me 8 weeks!! But they are finally out. I got some awesome feedback from them. It was my fav photo from the whole shoot. It was a   4x6cm photo stuck on brown card with small gold hearts. Each one was hand written by me and I was proud. And one piece of useless information, I won first prize at the Caboolture Show for our invitations. I was stoked.  Other news, April had a blast in NZ with Aunty and Uncle Mario. And I know Nana and granddad were happy to see them all. They crammed heaps in the 10 days. Glad shes home tho &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday nite bought tears to my eyes. My beautiful baby girl ( shes 17 ) had her school formal. Oh my gosh. I don't know how any other parents feel.. and I know I have 3 to go, not sure that I am going to handle it! She looked stunning. There is really no other word. Nothing was over the top, beautiful lace and sequined dress, silver accessories. I did her hair and makeup and she looked amazing. Her sweet boyfriend couldn't take his eyes off her. It was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of beautiful girls, very dashing guys and some damn hot cars!! I saw my dream &lt;a href="http://www.anthemmotors.com/67fastback.html"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;.  Bill isn't that impressed it being a ford, but we have already priced one, and Levi put in his order for it to be ready for his formal..... hurry up Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some health issues hanging around at the moment, a small operation this week and am awaiting the results. Hopefully, fingers... toes and anything else crossed that it all comes back good, because it could go bad. Positive waves ... I have heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a really cool note, Bill and I are off to a Medieval Banquet this weekend. I am so excited. I think we both are. We went into the city on Friday to look for a costume for Bill... hehe.. didn't want to go as a prince, so hes going as a woodchopper. I have also hired a cloak for me to wear, not sure if I am going to get cold, and I already have a dress that suits. Should make for an awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone take care. Remember that family is important, and make sure you tell someone you love them and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I know people read it... Leave me some feedback. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1684437304558676312?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1684437304558676312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1684437304558676312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1684437304558676312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1684437304558676312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/06/heaps-of-things-going-on-in-life-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Rn4rZdKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DNfK9HffLiE/s72-c/148172440-L-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-4130022283318571045</id><published>2007-06-11T17:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:07:25.257+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With one of my babies in NZ, probably getting a shock to the system with the 6 oC heat or cold should we say, the onset of winter here in Aus would be the topic of the moment. Its all of a sudden very cold here. They are saying that we are going to have a mild winter. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;  I'm a sook! Grew up in NZ, should be used to the cold. NO WAY! I guess I have gotten soft in my years here, but I think if you ask any Brisbanite, its cold. The wind is cold, the nights are cold.&lt;br /&gt;So the shopping list has changed. All those winter yummy cooked things that make you feel good, until you realise that you have put on some unwanted kilos.   &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked or rather made Pumpkin soup on Saturday afternoon, only to be told it was the best pumpkin soup ever tasted. Then I made home made Sausage Rolls, which were good! Tomorrow night is slow cooked Lamb Shanks. Yummo.&lt;br /&gt;One night this week we are having Sam's boyfriend over for that first nail-biting experience. Not for us of course. We have already met Steve, and he appears to be a very nice boy. Sam had her 'dinner' with Steve's parents the other night, so it would be our turn next. I do think that Steve is a little nervous. How mean do we be? Or rather how mean will Bill be??&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam likes to stir the pot by adding that Bill was in the Army for 7 years... Do you think Steve will still want to come? Oh the joys of life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sort out the ruckus thats going on in the bedroom, Liv seems to think shes got more say than Sam on what pj's she's going to wear!  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee good.. Keep warm April!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-4130022283318571045?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/4130022283318571045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=4130022283318571045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4130022283318571045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/4130022283318571045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-one-of-my-babies-in-nz-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-637550867110600692</id><published>2007-06-02T14:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:31:46.872+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RmDt_hkkcoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p43DVwwxCX0/s1600-h/148169517-O-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RmDt_hkkcoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p43DVwwxCX0/s320/148169517-O-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071314856018473602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we did it.&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a while since I posted. I actually think the last time I posted was a few days before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. Start to finish. The whole day went without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies were beautiful, the ceremony was perfect, and my husband looked so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;We saved so much money by doing everything, well most of the things we could do, on our own. My &lt;a href="http://www.brischetto.ifp3.com/"&gt;wonderful  sister and hubby&lt;/a&gt; were just fantastic!! She captured the day so perfectly. I have so many wonderful pictures, I will treasure them forever. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at The Plaza where perfect. They coped with the fact that all our guests arrived early, they fussed and cooked and ran around after us all night. They just couldn't be faulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 5 nights up at Tamborine Mountain, staying at &lt;a href="http://www.lissongrove.com.au/"&gt;Lisson Grove&lt;/a&gt;.  It was wonderful. Waking up to the birds, and only the birds. It was a little hard to come back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;But the reality of it is... I am married to a loving, caring man, who endures my busy life, running my babies everywhere they need to be, doing this that and everything for anyone I can, and looking after him too. I love my life. It gets a little hectic sometimes, but I think it makes us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a 17 year old with her learners licence &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; which I might add I am so not ready for. I also have an uprising footy star &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt; which involves training twice a week and a game. Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;April is cool. Very grown up. Very much wanting to be part of the crowd. Shes very zesty, loves life and its awesome to watch her. And there is our Liv. Shes Liv, shes smart. They all are, very. But Liv is a kindred spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is great. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3428852611042383036-637550867110600692?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/637550867110600692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=637550867110600692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/637550867110600692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/637550867110600692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-we-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RmDt_hkkcoI/AAAAAAAAABw/p43DVwwxCX0/s72-c/148169517-O-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-3569427345356170003</id><published>2007-04-23T14:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:04:49.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 sleeps to go!&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't imagine how excited I am. I feel like a child at Christmas time waiting for the morning. You know there will be so much to unwrap and enjoy.. and the more people around the better the day gets.&lt;br /&gt;The final things have fallen into place, which is a great feeling. I have confirmed all the bookings I need to and there isn't really anything left that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken with my photographer, who is very excited and we have discussed some amazing shots, which I know will be something for us to cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just started to rain here, and with the drought in mind its a good thing, I just don't need frizzy hair. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Although a little light rain will help.. Please no down-pour &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is here, other family members from Bill's side arrive this week. Its all very exciting. They haven't been together for a while now, and there are a few new additions to the family, so the cameras will be snapping happy!&lt;br /&gt;I have all things that I don't want to forget, in a box. All safe and in one piece. I have my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have borrowed my mums pearl earrings, and my dress is new &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt; My engagement ring is blue ( Ceylon Sapphire) and my something old is the cuff off my grandfather's shirt. Sewn on the underside of my skirt. Bought a few tears to my eyes when I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt; So there you have it. All organised.&lt;br /&gt;Roll on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee good, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-3569427345356170003?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/3569427345356170003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=3569427345356170003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3569427345356170003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/3569427345356170003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-sleeps-to-go-you-wouldnt-imagine-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5331181583253106192</id><published>2007-04-12T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:05:05.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17 days and counting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Would you believe I have all bases covered?? Me either. Which would be the precise reason I seem to think I am forgetting something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But Bill seems to think no. I just have it all under control. I am waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bridezilla  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to come out and start biting heads off people. I have shoes, all the girls are covered, so is Levi, cake is under control. Ringing florist, buying alcohol and picking up my veil.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It would appear you can plan a wedding calmly... I still have this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Unlucky some think, not sure on that one, perhaps I will post at the end of the day and let you know. We have a trip to Mama's planned for tomorrow. Liv loves to go and turn mum's place upside down, and mum seems to find some comfort in it too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;On other news, I went shopping today. I got a way massively cool long &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; trenchcoat. A very nice red and black top. A black jumper and a new pair of jeans. But.. the best news of all is they are a size 14!!!!! I can't remember the last time I bought them. I have been at the size I am for such a long time, and I just went for the bigger size, Bill said no these ones. I really didn't think they would fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  I am happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyways.. everyone take care tomorrow... no black cats .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5331181583253106192?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5331181583253106192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5331181583253106192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5331181583253106192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5331181583253106192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/04/17-days-and-counting-would-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1456440843796190047</id><published>2007-04-07T18:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:44:22.197+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RhdZm1dgdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/fZlXrg92yIA/s1600-h/easter-egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RhdZm1dgdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/fZlXrg92yIA/s320/easter-egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050604030840042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_exclaim.gif" alt="exclaim" title="exclaim" height="15" width="15" /&gt;How to tame a very logical 4 year old in one easy step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to hear the funniest but slightly cruel story? Ok.. I'll tell you..&lt;br /&gt;Liv has been nothing short of a rat bag for the last few days, she is missing April I think, who is away camping with a friend from school. Very lucky little girl. I also think Liv has been showing off for Sam's friend, and then Levi's friend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that if you didn't behave, the easter bunny wouldn't come. Now.. I KNOW I am not the first parent to threaten these kind of things. I bet you hear it in any house at anytime of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Her attitude continues to go down hill and over the rails. Shes out of control. So ...&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the phone from the kitchen and sit down on the lounge, calling the house number because you can't get away with just talking.. because she knows you haven't dialed! So here I am talking to an engaged signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I would like to talk to the Easter bunny please" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Liv, they are playing easter bouncy bunny music!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shes looking at me with daggers in her eyes. I don't think she was happy with me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Mr Bunny, I am calling to talk about Olivia, shes being naughty, and I told her that you wouldn't come around tonight if she kept it up. Yep, Ok, I will tell her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now keep in mind the horrified look on her face while I am doing this. Once she realised that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking to the bunny &lt;/span&gt;she went off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me the phone, I want to talk to the bunny, you don't know what you are saying, I am not naughty, GIVE ME THE PHONE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sam and Levi are cracking up in the background, while I am trying to keep a straight face. Its not really working. So I decide to say goodbye and hang up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well.. thats when the fun really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me the phone, I want to call him back. Tell me the number!! I know what it is, its 1, 2, 3!! Give me the PHONE!! When I talk to him I am telling him what you did!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this stage, I can't stop laughing. Shes in a huff big time, and walks down the hallway with one hand on her hip. Sam, Levi and I are just wetting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Shes a darling, but you just have to be cruel to her to get through to her, shes just tooo smart for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="razz"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1456440843796190047?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1456440843796190047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1456440843796190047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1456440843796190047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1456440843796190047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-tame-very-logical-4-year-old-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RhdZm1dgdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/fZlXrg92yIA/s72-c/easter-egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1370977731912043073</id><published>2007-03-29T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:09:12.635+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been thinking about a few things over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed. Traditions have really gone out the window or happen that rarely we don't often see them. Is the tradition of getting married effected by this? Should you just have a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ'  &lt;/span&gt;if you are doing it a second time around?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions, no real answers. Socially its OK. Even in the catholic church. Are you allowed or should you wear white the second time around? Should it matter? If you are paying for it, shouldn't you be allowed to do whatever you want. Why do people have to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put their 2 cents in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having children from a previous marriage, what does that make me? What does that make them? Most people who meet my children are impressed. I think I still have some old fashioned values left in me. We sit down to eat as a family. Children are children and Bill and I are the adults and the kids know where the line is.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you are marrying into a family there can be no real easy way, but when there are children involved people want to all of a sudden pick your life apart and tell you were you went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it come down to who's happy, and that should be all that matters?&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there was any doubts. I am having the dress.. and the veil. And the rose petals. Nearly the whole "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shebang"&lt;/span&gt; but with our own little twist. I think the first time around I possibly did it for the wrong reasons, even tho I had children, it seemed like the final thing I could do to save what was left of my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;This time around, its so different. Life is different. I have a 17year old for petesake! I have matured, I have found the things I want and distanced myself from the things that I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;I guess at the end of the day it doesn't matter. As each bride will say..... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do what you want...its your day"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So that's what I intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about the wedding. Its not about the trimmings. Its not even about the presents. We have everything we need. Its about telling the man that I love that I want to get up for the rest of my life at 4 in the morning to pack his lunch and have a cup of tea with him. Telling him that I will be there waiting up when he gets a call out in the middle of the night   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1370977731912043073?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1370977731912043073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1370977731912043073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1370977731912043073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1370977731912043073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-thinking-about-few-things-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5648800278122497222</id><published>2007-03-27T09:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:20:03.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have had a pretty cool eventful last few days since I posted last. Lots of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;The boys won their Friday night game! Was a good game this week. They played as a team and managed to defeat Arana Hills 26-20.&lt;br /&gt;April stayed at a friends house, so it was just Bill and I, Samantha and Liv. Liv was happy enough to be there just for the lollies and the half time run on the field. She pretended to support her brother with the occasional "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go Levi" &lt;/span&gt;but it was obvious that she was more interested in the boy next to her. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" /&gt; Funny child.&lt;br /&gt;Sam and 15 or so of her friends headed off to Iceworld for her party on Saturday night. I was the driver of course. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum, do you know where you are going? Do you want the map to check? How about we call Bill?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly, of course I know where I am going. But... maybe we will call Bill.. just to make sure. Little tip. Don't get Sam to take directions. You will end up at Redcliffe!! No where near Bracken Ridge!! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt; The 6 giggling girls that I had in the van thought it was quite funny, I am sure I would have be the joke at school on Monday! They decided when I went back to pick them up that they wanted Maccas.. so off I go. Geeze, I am not sure if I would go back and do 17 again. Looked like fun, but I am just tooo old to be part of it. Although Sam always says how cool it is when her friends ask how old her Mum is and she says 34 &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took Levi, April and Liv to the Sunny Coast for a swim at Kings Beach. Was nice. I didn't swim, no where near warm enough for me to get in the water, but I did throw the footy around with Levi for a while. Liv made sandcastles, and April got heaps of praise from the boys for her boogy board abilities! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we decided to take the kids out for a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprise"  &lt;/span&gt;Liv was sooo sure that it was High-5 and tried to tell us all just how much fun it would be. Boy... was she disappointed when we rocked up at &lt;a href="http://www.lonestar.com.au/indexflash.htm"&gt;Lonestar&lt;/a&gt; for Steak and Mashed Tato! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's it.. that's the surprise... just a star???? High-5 was much better!!"&lt;/span&gt; Lets just say the nuggets, chips and lemonade were still not enough for her to be impressed as she was still going on about High-5 on the way home! All you hear is someone say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liv?" "Yeah?" "SHUTUP!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Bill and I did some last minute things for the wedding. Downloaded and paid for an amazing piece of software that just made doing the seating plan sooo much easier. You can say who you don't want next to who, those that like each other and those that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.perfecttableplan.com/"&gt;Perfect Table Plan&lt;/a&gt; just made life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;So its all go from here. I am getting so excited, and so is Bill. ... yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee good everyone, take care &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5648800278122497222?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5648800278122497222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5648800278122497222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5648800278122497222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5648800278122497222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-had-pretty-cool-eventful-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5737611200304122731</id><published>2007-03-22T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:41:32.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again I have been a little slack in posting. I just can't seem to get myself going. Its a horrible feeling. So many feelings going around inside at the moment. Liv is scratchy. Sam turned 17, Levi and his football and April just being herself... Where is the time for Jacqui. There just doesn't seem to be any time left for me, and I always seem to be feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long few days. I have been down and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I had to push myself out of it. Which was hard. I went to Spotlight for some more cake supplies, put our wedding goblets into be engraved. And came home to start the mammoth task of more cupcakes! Yeahah!&lt;br /&gt;Today I made Caramel Mud Cupcakes, and Chocolate Raspberry Cupcakes. Yummo. I don't think I will use the Choco-Raspberry ones for the wedding.. too moist. But they are delicious and the Caramel ones are devine! Ask the kids!!&lt;br /&gt;So after a few hours in the kitchen, I feel much better, can't seem to eat anything tho.. but I am drinking heaps of water. And.. I am off to an aqua class tonight. I am sure that will make be feel so much better. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get myself back on track &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Post again soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5737611200304122731?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5737611200304122731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5737611200304122731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5737611200304122731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5737611200304122731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/again-i-have-been-little-slack-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-1706428703971174068</id><published>2007-03-19T10:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:13:02.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't posted for a few days. Actually I think last Wednesday was the last time i posted. I just got a little busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I had lunch with my photographer, check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.brischetto.ifp3.com"&gt;Brischetto Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also happens to be my little sis &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" /&gt; and very good at what she does. Her hubby helps her and together I know they make an awesome team. So that was a very nice way to spend most of my Thursday, and on top of that.. it was at my old hangout, The Hyperdome. That was one of the first things that I said to Leanne, I miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a busy day. Bill and I took the kids to their dads early, except Levi, who went to school so he could play league on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We stopped at IKEA, some shoe shops, and a few other places on the way home. Shopping on the southside of Brisbane is soooo much better than the north. For a start the people are nicer and you seem to get more bargains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took Levi to his game Friday night. Mario and Leanne, and Levi's personal fan club AKA Jelica turned up to watch the game. We didn't play too well this week. I won't even say what the score was... far too embarrassing, but you have to lose sometime I guess. Then we dropped Levi off at his dads and drove the longest way home possible... &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we bought a dryer, and Sunday we put it on the wall in the laundry. That was a task and a half. We also bought a new blind for the kitchen, now I can hang the curtain on the sliding door. Its all nearly finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In amongst the hussle and bussle of the weekend, Bill and I had the best time. Time on our own. Time for us. Its so nice. The more time we are together, the better it gets. Feels pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt; everyone bee safe and happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-1706428703971174068?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/1706428703971174068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=1706428703971174068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1706428703971174068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/1706428703971174068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-i-havent-posted-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-9217378242976952931</id><published>2007-03-14T13:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:36:28.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing the web yesterday, a little bored I must say, I did an EBay search for cupcakes. You see, I am making my wedding cake. Well.. not so much a cake, but cupcakes. It seems to be the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in thing'&lt;/span&gt; at the moment, and as far as I can see, if you can bake, you can make your own.&lt;br /&gt;I have organised the hire of a cupcake tree, five layers descending in size, to put them on. And even with flowers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;icing)&lt;/span&gt; it still works out about $400 dollars cheaper than paying someone to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a Google search for cupcakes, images really. For inspiration. I already pretty much know what I want to do, but it never hurts to research these things. One of the pages to come up on the search was this &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.au/PRETTY-PINK-CUPCAKE-SELECTION-Faux-Chic-Shabby_W0QQitemZ230100538026QQcategoryZ20473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Cupcakes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after scrolling the page at least 3 times, I wondered to myself why the hell someone would be selling cupcakes on EBay.. then the penny fell. Silly Jacqui. They aren't real. Made from plaster I would imagine.&lt;br /&gt;OK.. then I thought ... &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_idea.gif" alt="idea" title="idea" height="15" width="15" /&gt; WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WANT TO PUT FAKE CUPCAKES ON DISPLAY!! Unless you were a bakery of course..&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Lets just say my sister thought it was funny. AND they were advertised as '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shabby'  &lt;/span&gt;Now I am up on this, I kinda know what it means. But all I could see was the kids faces when I told them they were shabby, and then watched to see how long it took to figure it out that they weren't real!&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge market for these things. And don't get me wrong. I think its great if people can make some money out of fake cupcakes. But... why would you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had have thought about it   &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-9217378242976952931?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/9217378242976952931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=9217378242976952931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/9217378242976952931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/9217378242976952931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/while-surfing-web-yesterday-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2738200365554552794</id><published>2007-03-13T10:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:40:26.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfXy5SxR6PI/AAAAAAAAABM/RiX7JUuYr84/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfXy5SxR6PI/AAAAAAAAABM/RiX7JUuYr84/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041202424016136434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2738200365554552794?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2738200365554552794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2738200365554552794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2738200365554552794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2738200365554552794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfXy5SxR6PI/AAAAAAAAABM/RiX7JUuYr84/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7062417307657954950</id><published>2007-03-12T20:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:47:30.477+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling like crap. Truely. And I went to bed feeling pretty good, so I am not sure what it was. Maybe I didn't sleep very well.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much trouble getting out of bed. It took till lunch for me to feel ok, ok enough to get to the shops.&lt;br /&gt;With this wheat problem, I used to wake up every morning feeling sick. Thats what I had this morning. My stomach feeling like morning sickness, everyday. It got to the point where I just accepted it for what it was. My life. Then we thought about the wheat problem (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks dad!) &lt;/span&gt;I had a test for &lt;a href="http://www.celiac.org"&gt;Celiac&lt;/a&gt;, and when it came back negative, I was pleased. Liv was starting to present with the same problems. Her problem is alot worse than mine. She can't have Jelly! What child can't have Jelly!   &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Glucose syrup is wheat based (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most) &lt;/span&gt;and it causes her to break out in hives. There is a massive list of things that she can and can't have, alot bigger than mine. Or maybe its that I just won't stop eating the things I know I shouldn't have. I pay for it later tho.&lt;br /&gt;The worst one I have found lately, have been preservatives. I have to read every single label. Bill got me a bottle of water the other day from the service station, just a Pump, but one of the new Pumps, with the flavor. Its water. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;No. It wasn't. Within 10 mins, my stomach was cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celiac.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt; So now I watch, everything that I put in my mouth. Good news is tho, chocolate is fine!!! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a piece of comedy for the day. I went to the shops to send some more invites, and I fogot my purse. Liv thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Even telling the lady behind the counter that her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silly mummy had forgotten her purse! It is on the table at home, how silly!!&lt;/span&gt;" Yes, very silly, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;Until I told her she couldn't have ANYTHING because I forgot my purse. You know, the one that is on the table at home. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Funny enough, it wasn't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee good! Keep smiling &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7062417307657954950?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7062417307657954950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7062417307657954950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7062417307657954950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7062417307657954950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-woke-up-this-morning-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7765799698020458180</id><published>2007-03-11T20:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:19:53.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't the best. My clothes dryer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Leanne's ex dryer) &lt;/span&gt;just decided that it would have a holiday. And &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Bill thought he might be able to fix it, but alas.. it has gone to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dryer Heaven&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone thinks I should be hanging clothes on the line. Hrmm, wish someone would stay home and do 2 loads a day.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say it wasn't the best day we have had for a while. And on top of that, April had a friend staying over, and we promised to take them to the beach. It didn't happen. After I snapped out of my 'mood' we went to the swimming pool for a coulple of hours, seemed to put a smile on their face.&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me that I have been slack. I have a gym membership that I haven't used in months. And the woman at the desk decided to comment on that fact! "Oh... you haven't been... for .... &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt; umm, months" "Yes yes, I know" I said as I pushed the girls through the gate at some alarming speed! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe it was the kick in the pants that I needed, so I have loaded up the MP3 player, charged the battery, and told Liv she can go for a swim after I have tried to kill myself at the gym. I get that look, you know. The one that says.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are nuts mum&lt;/span&gt;...  It has been a while, I might just colapse and never be able to walk again &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll let you all know how I go.&lt;br /&gt;Take it all very easy &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="biggrin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7765799698020458180?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7765799698020458180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7765799698020458180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7765799698020458180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7765799698020458180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-wasnt-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-5937978392777574595</id><published>2007-03-10T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:19:19.305+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Levi's first game of the season. And true to Levi's style, when he makes a try, he does it so very very well!. He played on the wing last night, and hes lightning fast. He made a 50 maybe 60 metre high speed run down the field, with 6 Redcliffe players in hot pursuit, constantly looking over his shoulder to see just how far away they were, straightened it up and dived on that ball right under the posts! It was soooo awesome to see. Because they were a team last year, and there are only a few new players, they play so well together.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the game it was a draw.. 26 all. And it was so close &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be an indication of what the season should be like! Yeahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-5937978392777574595?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/5937978392777574595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=5937978392777574595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5937978392777574595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/5937978392777574595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-night-was-levis-first-game-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-431327485361493158</id><published>2007-03-09T18:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:19:04.391+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my weekly weigh-in for&lt;a href="http://www.tonyferguson.com"&gt; Tony Ferguson Diet&lt;/a&gt;, and I am pleased to say I have lost 1.7 kilos this week.   &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been lazy.. so very lazy.. would you consider running around after 4.. no wait 5 kids all day excercise?? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to add Bill as a kid  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt; )So its all good, going on track. I have been told I can't lose too much, as nothing will fit me. Ah... hello.. nothing fits me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-431327485361493158?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/431327485361493158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=431327485361493158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/431327485361493158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/431327485361493158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-my-weekly-weigh-in-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-8811842513352553552</id><published>2007-03-09T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:52:20.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfEP8Q4ublI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXZkWei3iQg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfEP8Q4ublI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXZkWei3iQg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039826986003754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got my invites done, I have sent the ones that are going overseas, and those for my family. Bill's mum said not to post the others yet, so Monday I send the rest out.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that they are finally done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one was different. I used different coloured card for each card, with a contrasting coloured card with the menu and our poem on it. I have also done the namecards, which again are all the different colours. I used chocolate brown, forest green, deep reds, mustard and lighter shades of brown.&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan for colours was for an autumn theme, but here in Aus, we don't have the autumn colours that other countries have. The colours have been used for the clothes, Bill's suit and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total cost was around $50, plus I bought a cutting machine, which after cutting about 3 pieces of scrapbooking paper, I was very pleased to have it!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, it was a love-hate relationship I had going on with the invites, and the only real hic-cup I had was the printing on the envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end, now I am looking for something else to occupy my time &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-8811842513352553552?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/8811842513352553552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=8811842513352553552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8811842513352553552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8811842513352553552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finally-got-my-invites-done-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RfEP8Q4ublI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXZkWei3iQg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-8623968538584518584</id><published>2007-03-06T18:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:33:01.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since been to the shop again, gotten new envelopes, cheaper and better than the other ones. So I am off tomorrow to take the other ones back.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-8623968538584518584?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/8623968538584518584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=8623968538584518584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8623968538584518584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/8623968538584518584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-7062890223969375475</id><published>2007-03-06T11:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:58:33.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RezKBrAwCHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9g24wVNSG4/s1600-h/liv-breaking-eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RezKBrAwCHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9g24wVNSG4/s200/liv-breaking-eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038624213195294834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tested the oven yesterday (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;new house)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and am pleased to say, it cooked the cupcakes perfectly. Even with Liv cracking the eggs for me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she did a better job than I normally do.. no shell!!) &lt;/span&gt; So for the next few weeks its cupcakes all around, so that when I come to make them all the day before the wedding.. I will be able to do it with my eyes closed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Bill's mum has already made the fruit cake that is sitting in my cupboard, so the stress won't be too bad and I save us about $400. Gotta be happy with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news..&lt;br /&gt;I had my first hiccup today. Thought I was going famously. I left this morning to get the rest of the cardboard for the invites (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am picky, so they have to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;) called into a little clothing shop that was off the beaten track just on the off chance that they would have something for the girls to wear. Do you know how hard it is to find a dress for an 8 year old?? Geeze, anyone would think I was asking for blood. Sure, if it was red and black stripes... You can have whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I called into this shop, and done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All good, the girls have something to wear, in my colours, I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then onto Lincraft to get the envelopes for the invites.. Same ones as last time, just to be sure. Then onto Coles to get some butter, drink for Liv, nothing really exciting. Then the rest of the cardboard, then home. 10.30 and I am back here all ready to go with the printing. I do the dishes and then sit down here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Open word, away I start to print (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes I did a pre-test print)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so when I put the gold envolopes in the printer.. well, lets just say it looks like it has been done with dots. And at $10 a packet, I am not happy. So now I have to decide if I want to get labels.... or new envelopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_confused.gif" alt="confused" title="confused" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will take some pics today and post them up when everyone has got an invite. So you can all see the hassle that I am talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now... what else can I spend it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bee good now, take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-7062890223969375475?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/7062890223969375475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=7062890223969375475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7062890223969375475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/7062890223969375475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/heya-i-had-my-first-hiccup-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/RezKBrAwCHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9g24wVNSG4/s72-c/liv-breaking-eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428852611042383036.post-2303787597932631698</id><published>2007-03-05T07:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:45:21.628+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Res9wyZ-_eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wc4Z7BCMvJA/s1600-h/128486471-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Res9wyZ-_eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wc4Z7BCMvJA/s200/128486471-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038188516517805538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Was just reading my sis's blog at 5.30 this morning. Who gets up that early? Anyways, shes doing a weight-loss blog, motivational journal. I liked the idea, and I like blogger, so I thought I would start my own here as well as MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Mine will just be rants and raves, like my msn one, but I like the layout of this one more, so over time I will change it over, so keep reading, leave me a comment every now and again. Let me know there are some other life forms on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be posting stuff about the wedding.. not dribble, well there may be the occasional dribble, but I will try to post some useful stuff, just in case anyone wants to put themselves in shackles in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, check back in the next few days, have some more for you to read then.&lt;br /&gt;Bee good, take care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to have breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428852611042383036-2303787597932631698?l=jacanncha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/feeds/2303787597932631698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3428852611042383036&amp;postID=2303787597932631698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2303787597932631698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428852611042383036/posts/default/2303787597932631698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacanncha.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-hey-everyone-was-just-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495268235867680318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZkPkqyALeE/Res9wyZ-_eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wc4Z7BCMvJA/s72-c/128486471-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
