<?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-7408137928904448960</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:46:57.091+11:00</updated><category term='The Couch'/><title type='text'>a little magpie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-5195402194031669138</id><published>2008-09-23T23:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:39:30.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11 reasons why I am too old to go out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1304/341a4971c66fc3a0531d633a37de34c0/image5130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1304/341a4971c66fc3a0531d633a37de34c0/image5130.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On the weekend I was invited out to a bar. While sitting on a stool the entire time I was there (see below for explanation) I contemplated why I am too old to go out: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. Tried on my 'bar/clubbing' clothes and they did not fit. Could not button or zip many of my dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2. Was very tired and yawning about an hour before going out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;3. Mum was over as she was the designated babysitter. She commented on how it was inappropriate for a mother of three to be going out to a bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4. Mum then looked at my outfit and commented on how it was inappropriate for a mother of three to be wearing what I was wearing. ***P.S. nothing has changed in 16 years, mum always thought my outfits were inappropriate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;5. My four year old daughter watched me apply make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Had forgotten how to walk in high heels. Felt like it was my first experiece with heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;7. A female (NOT a male) gave me quite a few very knowing looks. What the ###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;8. Had several conversations with other mums at the club about mastitis, leaking boobs, breast pads etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;9. Actually left the bar at 12.45am as could stay awake no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;10. I always thought Robert Harvey was so so old (he is referred to as the old man in footy). It only dawned on me the other day that he is about a year older than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;11. Finally, felt like crap the next day!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Must mention that hubby of course thought he knew where the bar was and would not listen or take note of my directions (even though I had been to this bar before) and parked 3 blocks away from the destination. Well, guess who could no longer tolerate heels after 3 blocks and so had to stay seated in the bar????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Despite all of the above, hubby just mentioned that we have been invited to yet another birthday at a bar in the city this Saturday night. Oh my God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Go Cats (specifically the gorgeous Jimmy Bartel). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-5195402194031669138?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5195402194031669138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=5195402194031669138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/5195402194031669138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/5195402194031669138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-reasons-why-i-am-too-old-to-go-out.html' title='11 reasons why I am too old to go out...'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-7053091921100636047</id><published>2008-08-31T22:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:11:00.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiZqHnsx-8A/SLqKKaqNk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/z-D3UlxmuYY/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240653027958690770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiZqHnsx-8A/SLqKKaqNk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/z-D3UlxmuYY/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi to all after a 3-4 month hiatus. The Pies have made the finals so we play Adelaide next Saturday in Adelaide. Briefly contemplated flying over to Adelaide but decided against it. I now have three kids to consider before I think about following the Pies interstate. Consoling myself by thinking about the money I will be saving. Anyway, all this finals talk is irrelevant because NO TEAM IS GOING TO BEAT GEELONG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have had one of those great Sunday afternoons at home with the family. We played UNO (remember that?) while listening to Michael Jackson all afternoon as one of the music channels on Foxtel had a special on him. Makes me wonder what happened to Michael Jackson?????? Such a real super talent but now a super nut case. I went to his concert at the MCG and remember being mesmerised by his presence and talent. Still think it was the best concert I have ever been to. Even the kids were watching him on TV and trying to unsuccessfully do the 'moonwalk.' Hubby and I are now in bed watching yet another music special; Top 500 Greatest Pop Songs. So many cheezy songs we loved and had forgotten. Am singing along to 'Uptown Girl'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must not forget to mention our new bundle of joy, Jack (see above). He is now 5 weeks old and absolutely beautiful. Hubby and I have hopelessly fallen in love yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye for now but remember IN 2008 ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WE BEAT GEELONG, THE GREATEST TEAM OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WE BEAT GEELONG, THE GREATEST TEAM OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-7053091921100636047?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7053091921100636047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=7053091921100636047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/7053091921100636047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/7053091921100636047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title='A Lazy Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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/_UiZqHnsx-8A/SLqKKaqNk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/z-D3UlxmuYY/s72-c/IMG_1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-3536470395776458078</id><published>2008-05-03T21:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:08:49.538+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A big hello from me.  Heeelllllllloooooooo!!!!!!!!   Have not written for ages I know.  Have not been inspired to write.  Actually, I am up the duff and feeling very much like a beach whale.  My back is hurting, I am close to fainting whenever I overheat, I am tired all the time. blah blah blah, need I go on.   Today I went to the football, why I went to see that miserable display by the pies, I do not know.  However, the point of my story is that the STARING has begun.  I refer to people staring at my very big belly probably wondering if I am crazy going to the footy.  I quite vividly remember being at the Telstra Dome when I was heavily pregnant with my second child, and having lots of men stare.  Even my male cousin commented on all the staring.  They probably think that pregnant women should stay home.  Back to today, I was on standing on the train and two separate rather good looking boys (or men) in their twenties offered me their seats!!!  Who said young people have no manners???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am having some hormonal issues at the moment.  I absolutely have no &lt;strong&gt;tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; and am blaming it on pregnancy hormones.  So many people are annoying me at the moment.  The two couples in the supermarket blocking the aisles because they were pashing.  Oh my god, seriously, in a supermarket.  What are the thinking???????   The stupid lady in the Post Office, told her what I thought of her which was quite embarrassing considering I had to go back the following day.  The following day, the man behind the desk looked scared serving me, clearly because he remembered me from the day before (he was standing next to the lady I abused).  But ... the most annoying people of all are the people who sit at the end of my row at the football.   They annoy me so much that I personally went into the Lexus Centre yesterday to request a seat change.  The lady who is in charge of seating asked me why I wanted to change seats and I replied in quite a loud voice "BECAUSE THE PEOPLE THAT SIT NEXT TO ME ARE PSYCHOTIC."  Lets just say that I received quite a few strange looks.   I really should explain.  You see these people do not have any common courtesy and do not think they need to budge when myself or my friends need to exit our row.  Why do they sit on the end if they are bothered by people trying to get through??  And ... there is the one psycho supporter who spends the entire game criticising umpires in his very girlie voice.  Anyway, the last time we were at the footy - the day that the Pies lost to Carlton - we weren't exactly in the best of moods and tried to leave early.  The Crazy People of course, would not BUDGE to let us through so the four of us quite physically pushed our way through and felt proud of our efforts.  Suffice to say, today at the footy the Crazy people actually made way for us aaannnddd  smiled at us.  Who said being physical is not the best way to go???   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must very briefly comment on the dismal effort displayed by Collingwood today.  They were unaccountable and WEAK.  Actually, yesterday at the Lexus centre, I spotted a few Collingwood players and was quite surprised at how skinny they were.  Have they not discovered steroids???  Of course when we get thrashed I often receive quite a few text messages.  Well tonight I received an anonymous one.  This was the message: ARE THEY SHIT OR HOPELESS, NO ITS THE PIES.  I feel very annoyed as I have no idea who sent it.  Is that just mean??   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-3536470395776458078?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3536470395776458078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=3536470395776458078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/3536470395776458078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/3536470395776458078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='Hello!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-4252818124073682602</id><published>2007-12-12T18:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:28:51.934+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A very big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Remember me? The little magpie has been really busy. There is a little rumor circulating that the reason I have not updated my blog is because the footy season is over. Well I am not sure if that is the case, maybe it is, I don't know. Must let you know what has inspired me to write again. Last night I was watching 'Girls of the playboy mansion' ............ very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; I know but I really love the show. I am truly fascinated by it all. I normally really dislike reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; but there is just something about this show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hef&lt;/span&gt; (aka Hugh Hefner) not only has three girlfriends that live with him however he has other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; on the side who have all -of course- posed for the playboy magazine. Anyway, back to what has inspired me to write again ... the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; - Holly, Bridget and Kendra - were all posing nude for playboy which according to each of them is a "&lt;strong&gt;dream come true."&lt;/strong&gt; One scene involved Holly and Kendra pretending to wash each other in the shower (as one does) and afterwards when they were reflecting back on the experience, Holly said ............ drum roll please............... "WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY FOR TWO GOOD FRIENDS TO BOND." I was in absolute hysterics. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In which world do friends shower together as a bonding experience????? &lt;/span&gt;Maybe in the playboy world. Anyway, sadly that is what inspired me to write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Incidentally&lt;/span&gt;, you might be wandering why the third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; was not part of the shower scene ... she was at university completing her PhD. Of course!!!!!!!! Have to add that hubby cannot understand why I love the show. Actually I cannot understand why I watch it. Do other people watch it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Need to add how spoilt I am at the moment. My very good friend who was in Kuala Lumpar bought me back a Louis Vuitton wallet. Yeah ... of course hubby noticed the Louis Vuitton bag and had to spoil the moment with a crappy comment like "&lt;strong&gt;what happened to the good old days when women were happy with a wallet from Target?"&lt;/strong&gt; Not sure if ever I was one of those women. Hubby was sitting with his two best mates who nodded in agreement. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whatever........&lt;/span&gt; Can't wait to team up the wallet with the small Tiffany diary I bought a month ago. MMMMmmmmmm maybe a need a new handbag, might really consider it in the new year. Have to buy black shoes first. Hard to believe but I don't own - or can't find - black shoes. Aren't they meant to be a staple wardrobe item?? Anyway need to sign off, kids are starving, BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.S. I have recovered since the previous post about useless males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-4252818124073682602?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4252818124073682602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=4252818124073682602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4252818124073682602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4252818124073682602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/12/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?????'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-1955305439569180120</id><published>2007-10-05T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:12:25.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The male species is useless!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UselessUselessUselessUselessUselessUselessUseless UselessUselessUselessUselessUseless&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wandering I am writing this in a very p.......d off state. Very annoyed, disappointed, agitated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting at home in my tracksuit at this very moment instead of being all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glammed&lt;/span&gt; up at the Copeland Trophy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; best and fairest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why, you might ask????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I listened to a member of the male species. In particular, my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; morning in August and I had the phone in my hand ready to ring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; football club to order my tickets. I then made the BIGGEST mistake in ringing my husband. In my defence, I needed a visa number to purchase my tickets. My husband then convinced me to not purchase the tickets from the Club as we could get them from our friend and maybe we could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; on a table near the front. This did not appeal to me anyway as why would I want to sit next to the players??? There is no way that I would approach a player and say "hey, I think you are fabulous." Don't think so!!! But hubby somehow convinced me that it would be better to get the tickets from our friend. Need I remind you all that I at this moment am sitting on the couch at HOME and not at the Crown Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last four weeks on numerous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;, I reminded my hubby and his mate about the tickets, to which they replied "&lt;strong&gt;don't worry, you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going, don't stress&lt;/strong&gt;." Do you know how many times I heard that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what????? &lt;strong&gt;No tickets&lt;/strong&gt;. Our friend rang and said he could not get tickets. So hubby rang around (as he was feeling really bad and responsible) and tried and tried but guess what??? &lt;strong&gt;No tickets&lt;/strong&gt;. A couple of people he tried had sold their tickets a couple of days ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway must explain reasons why I really really wanted to be there tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you know I sit with Mr and Mrs Maniac at the football. It was MY job to buy tickets to the Copeland Trophy and Mr Maniac's job to buy tickets for the finals. Mr Maniac on two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; lined up at 4am to ensure we got great tickets for the games and I could not even make a simple phone call to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; football club. Can you imagine how I felt having to tell him and his wife I did not have tickets???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James Clement announced his retirement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nathan Buckley announced his retirement (probably the reason there absolutely no last minute tickets ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was planning to upgrade the photo on my fridge. My best friend took a photo of Allan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Didak&lt;/span&gt; and myself at last year's Copeland trophy which has remained on my fridge for a whole year. This year was planning to maul another player, in particular Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pendlebury&lt;/span&gt;. Ha Ha only joking, don't think he is even 20 years old. I am seriously only joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Consoling myself in remembering that there is Nathan Buckley's testimonial dinner to look forward to. Might leave the purchasing of tickets to Mr Maniac, clearly he is more capable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE MORAL OF THIS STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never ever&lt;/strong&gt; let a member of the male species do anything you can do yourself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trust your instincts. I think I always knew I was not going. Why else would I not have bought a new dress?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Make sure you own a visa card!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Before I sign off might try and guess who I think will make the top 5 of the best and fairest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tarkyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lokyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Dane Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Heath Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pendlebury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Scott Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Not sure about Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cloke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-1955305439569180120?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1955305439569180120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=1955305439569180120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/1955305439569180120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/1955305439569180120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/10/male-species-is-useless.html' title='The male species is useless!!!!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-4030197477623807156</id><published>2007-09-18T22:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:20:36.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The agony persists!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say I am truly touched by all the non footy supporters who text me 'good luck' during extra time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night and also to those who rang me the following day to say 'congratulations.' I am of course referring to the most amazing excruciating win on Friday night and - drum roll please - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;COLLINGWOOD&lt;/span&gt; IS NOW IN THE PRELIMINARY FINAL!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I really was touched to all of you out there who were genuinely happy for me about the Win. For only the second time ever the footy match went into extra time. Extra time??? The agony persists.... I must mention though that my heart was beating over 100 beats a minute during the last five minutes of normal game time and to save my heart from exploding, I switched off the television. Hard to believe I know, but I could not bear it any more. I did of course remind myself many many times that IT IS ONLY A GAME but the signal was clearly not being sent to the right part of the brain as usual. Hubby now refers to me as being WEAK and somebody WHO CANNOT HANDLE THE PRESSURE. &lt;strong&gt;Whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think somebody who delivers a breach baby, ie. bum out first, without drugs is WEAK. I absolutely think NOT!!!!!! Back to footy ... I watched the replay after I received several messages and phone calls informing me that we won. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 11.45pm. I don't know but maybe there are a few closet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; supporters. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN COME OUT OF THE CLOSET.&lt;/span&gt; We are playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geelong&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night. Of all the teams to play do we have to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GEELONG&lt;/span&gt;. They are by far the most talented amazing side with about one hundred superstars and we have to play them. So, &lt;strong&gt;the agony and heartache persist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. Must say a big congratulations to Mr and Mrs Maniac. Their daughter delivered a beautiful healthy baby girl - Charlotte Rose- their second grandchild. Hard to believe as they are both in their early 40's.   Another Collingwood supporter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2: To Theo and Sam, as it is highly unlikely that the Pies will beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Geelong&lt;/span&gt;, how about we go out for champagne anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 3: Why didn't I fly to WA for the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 4: I am sure some of you will be happy to know the footy season is just about over. No more footy talk. Actually there is trade week - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. footy trade week - to stress about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bye, Go Pies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-4030197477623807156?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4030197477623807156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=4030197477623807156' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4030197477623807156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4030197477623807156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/09/agony-persists.html' title='The agony persists!!!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-3761447475938918816</id><published>2007-09-04T19:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:12:59.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More facts</title><content type='html'>Finally I feel inspired to write again and I have donpronto to thank for that.   Thank you very much to donpronto.  Finally somebody understands my love of facts.  I received an e mail from him full of very interesting facts.  In particular two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. pigs orgasm for 30 minutes, and;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. lions can mate up to 50 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure but I am pretty confident that a male sent the original e mail as the sender is completely fascinated by the above facts but I must admit that I did think they were humorous.   The sender decided that in his next life he would like to be a pig!!  Apparently its quality over quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr E and Miss Love Me Do update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not written about the kids for a while. Little Miss was looked after by a friend on Saturday night while I was watching a movie.  She had a shower while she was there and you just would not believe what she did ..........   she has never ever done this at home..........drum roll please.............  &lt;strong&gt;SHE POOED IN THE SHOWER&lt;/strong&gt;.   Mind you my friends who were looking after her did  not mention a thing to me.  It was only when I was tucking little one into bed that night that she told me.  Of course I thought she was making it up but it was unfortunately true.  And  ......    my friend did not clean it up, her husband did!!!!!!!   How many husbands would do that????  Not mine, that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr E has started karate and looks so absolutely adorable in his karate outfit.  He now wants to watch Bruce Lee movies.   Speaking of adorable,  the other night when I was saying goodnight to him, out of the blue, he said to me, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MUM.  Must admit my heart melted.  Oohhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot sign off of course unless I write a little something about the footy.  The Pies have made the top eight.  Yeah yeah yeah.  Very excited that we have made finals.  Dont know if we will go further than this week but at least we made the finals.  Trying not to think about the fact that it might be Nathan Buckley's last game, might shed a few tears!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-3761447475938918816?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3761447475938918816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=3761447475938918816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/3761447475938918816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/3761447475938918816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-facts.html' title='More facts'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-8246304360201509976</id><published>2007-08-11T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:02:02.532+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE EXPLAIN????</title><content type='html'>Something is seriously going on with my site, I am unable to sign in unless I leave a comment on somebody else's site.  Quite weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: SKIP NEXT PARAGRAPH IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW FOOTY,  IN PARTICULAR THE COLLINGWOOD FOOTBALL CLUB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What happened last night????    We are in desperate need of a please please please EXPLAIN.  How could we possibly lose to a side that had only won one other game this year????  I had a very strong feeling that we were going to lose yesterday.  Why do teams play crap all year and then decide to play well when they play us??   The worst bit was not that we lost to Richmond or that we gave away unnecessary frees but that we are CRAP.  It seriously does not look like we are going to win another game.  I had a thought last night walking to my car from the station; in the age of litigation ie. everybody suing, I wander if one day a crazy passionate supporter tries to sue the club they support for the anguish and depression they are experiencing.  Crazy I know but I can remember a woman suing two of her male colleagues for sexual harassment because they were discussing something that happened in a Seinfeld episode.  Of course this happened in America!!   Anyway, next week we play the demons who we have not beaten for ages so not looking good at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON FOOTY SUPPORTERS CAN NOW START READING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the dentist after a two year hiatus.  All was going well till I sat in the chair and started to feel really scared.  What if I needed a root canal or a filling?  But all went well and apparently my teeth are ok- $240 later!!!   Have spent the day at home with the kids and sick hubby.  Too lazy and still thinking about the loss to do anything.  Of course we had to have maccas for lunch.  Hubby thinks he is dying with gastro.  He has been moaning and groaning all day.  Too much hard work, at least I managed to go to the supermarket and buy him lemonade icy poles.  Geez I am a good wife!!!  Actually I did take Miss Love Me Do to dancing class today.  I think it is quite disturbing the way she pelvic thrusts and moves those hips at the age of THREE.  But she  does love dancing and admiring herself in the mirror.  Next we went to watch MR E at soccer training, he ducked his head every time the ball went near him.  I don't think that he is going to be the next David Beckam.  And thank god, would not cope at all with Victoria as my daughter in law.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just thought of another reason as to why I am a great wife:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER COMING HOME FROM WATCHING THE VERY PATHETIC EFFORT FROM COLLINGWOOD,  I WATCHED THE REST OF THE GAME WITH HUBBY WHO IS A TIGERS SUPPORTER.  I THEN SANG THE TIGERS THEME SONG WITH HUBBY!!!   NOW THAT IS TRUE LOVE AND THE SADDEST PART IS THAT I KNEW MORE WORDS THAN HE DID!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-8246304360201509976?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8246304360201509976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=8246304360201509976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8246304360201509976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8246304360201509976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-explain.html' title='PLEASE EXPLAIN????'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-2037681062024541913</id><published>2007-08-07T16:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:03:45.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts....love them!</title><content type='html'>As you know I am fascinated by facts especially the ones printed on the strips off sanitary products. Actually whoever thought of that I believe is a genius and should be awarded with some sort of nobel prize. Anyway, just want to share some of my favourite facts which by the way, I don't believe are useless pieces of information. One never knows when she might be a contestant on 'who wants to be a millionaire' or 'sale of the century.' Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A person uses approx. 57 sheets of toilet paper each day (I believe that, we are always running out, does not help that I use it to wipe the vanity)&lt;br /&gt;2. An office desk has 400 times more bacteria than a toilet (thankfully I don't work in an office)&lt;br /&gt;3. The first couple to be shown in bed on television were Fred and Wilma Flinstone (how cute)&lt;br /&gt;4. On average, women say 7000 words per day, men manage 2000 (no comment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following two are my favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US treasury!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;50% of the population has never received or made a telephone call&lt;/strong&gt;. This fact had me speechless for quite a while, then I had to make a telephone call to tell somebody about it. Very hard to believe, we can't leave the house without the good old mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the above facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I know I am a little crazy when it comes to my beloved Pies however I believe I am not biased. I give credit when it is due and acknowledge other sides. For instance, I think Geelong are fabulous at the moment and feel that they deserve to play in the grand final. I write all this because today I had a little altercation with somebody who is quite biased about their own side and keeps referring to their injury list. I know, I know, I am boring non footy supporters so better change the subject but lets just say I was quite annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what else I can write about. I know, I bought another handbag today. Very excited, it is black and quite BIG, to fit all my bits and pieces. Of course, will have to hide it from hubby, he is not happy about my collection of handbags. Suffice to say, I am quite proud of my collection and will take it into consideration when I design my walk in wardrobe in my new house. You should see the look on hubby's face when I discuss my plans with him. Speaking of hubby, he is such a closet Collingwood supporter (Mr and Mrs Maniac agree with this), who else would want to attend the Collingwood best and fairest night but a true supporter. Mmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-2037681062024541913?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2037681062024541913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=2037681062024541913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/2037681062024541913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/2037681062024541913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/08/factslove-them.html' title='Facts....love them!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-4749490159675287318</id><published>2007-07-31T20:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:06:05.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few days</title><content type='html'>I have some sad news today.  I found out yesterday that a very kind beautiful older friend I used to work with died of cancer.  She had been diagnosed four times with breast cancer and had been fighting this awful disease for years.  She was given a year to live about eighteen months ago.  I feel very very sad as I had not spoken to her for a while.  The last time I spoke to her she was well but feeling tired from the chemo.  I thought about her nearly every day and kept wanting to give her a call but wasn't sure if she would be up to it so kept postponing and now it is too late to call.  Why is that always the case?   I have close friends who I only see once every few months.  When we get together we always vow to ring/speak to each other more regularly but it never eventuates.  And what is with cancer?  So many people are being diagnosed with it now.  Modern life / technology must not be having a very good effect on our health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a reminder to all women, weekly self breast examinations are a must.  And for any men who are reading this- don't forget the prostate check, yes I know, unpleasant but absolutely necessary!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok should change the mood!  Had a very yummy dinner on Friday night.  I ate the best most delicious risotto ever at Cecconi's (I think that is how you spell it) which is in Flinders Lane, worth a try.  The following day I unfortunately went to most embarassing humiliating football game ever.  Actually the second worst after the 2003 Grand Final!   Suffice to say I left at half time as could not be bothered witnessing the slaughter in the absolute freezing cold.  That match sure shut up the collingwood supporters.  They were speechless for a change!!!   Anyway the following day my hubby after working night duty dragged himself out of bed to say " you guys got slaughtered, how embarassing" and then went back to bed.  What the .........  !!!!!   I wish he would not open his mouth sometimes (actually maybe more than sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take the kids out for lunch after that spastic comment.  My son ordered poached eggs with toast and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Is that bad parenting for allowing that?   That night both my son and daughter told their father that they wanted a new baby!!!  Of course my son wants a brother whilst my daughter has requested a baby sister.  Then (drum roll please) my son asked "&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;how does the baby get into your tummy&lt;/strong&gt;."  I handballed that to hubby but he became speechless.  So I said and might I add that I was very impressed with my answer "when two people love each other Jesus puts a baby in mummy's tummy."   The little rascal is quite obsessed with Jesus so he accepted my explanation.  But he did ask us both if we loved each other, very cute.  Later on that night he told me that I was not allowed to yell at daddy anymore and daddy was not allowed to yell at me!  As i.........f we ever yell at each other.  Must leave it at that as have to watch All Saints.&lt;br /&gt;P.S  Hubby is having a massage in the lounge room.  What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-4749490159675287318?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4749490159675287318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=4749490159675287318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4749490159675287318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4749490159675287318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-few-days.html' title='the last few days'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-4883850326973722389</id><published>2007-07-23T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:44:33.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of motherhood!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:  DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT HAD CHILDREN OR HAVE A SENSITIVE STOMACH.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND WARNING TO MR MANIAC: YOU ARE ALWAYS TELLING ME I DIVULGE TOO MUCH INFORMATION SO READ AT OWN RISK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought I would tell you about my lovely evening.  My five year old said he had diarrhoea and needed to go to the toilet.  I sent him to the toilet and continued doing my own thing.  A few minutes later I could hear him crying.  Rushed to the bathroom and very soon I realised my son did not have diarrhoea but was quite constipated.  He had tears steaming down his face and was saying "get it out, get it out."   Of course I was thinking he could not possibly be referring to his poo?  Then he yelled "my poo, mummy, I can't get it out".  So I did what only a mother would do, I put the glove on ... and the rest is history.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently visited a friend who had just had a baby and she kept asking me why nobody ever tells you what it is really like after you take baby home from the hospital.  How can you possibly tell somebody that one day you might be required to wear the glove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course I need to mention the weekend win.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Essendon&lt;/span&gt; by 29 points.  Go Pies!!!  Always lovely when we beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Essendon&lt;/span&gt;.  I am now at the point where I am not really enjoying the footy because I am too stressed about not winning by enough and our percentage, and not ending up in the top four; blah, blah, blah.  Enjoyed the footy more when we were losing nearly every game in 2005.  Mr Maniac, with encouragement from his daughter's partner reached another level of craziness.  I thought he was really funny, however his wife was not too impressed.  The funniest comment of the day was when he yelled at a dud  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Essendon&lt;/span&gt; player "I can smell you from here, you SHIT yourself, still smelling it from here".  Maybe you need to be a feral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Collingwood&lt;/span&gt; supporter to appreciate the comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would also like to commend one of my friends for just being himself and not pretending to be somebody he is not.  An old friend of mine got married on the weekend.   Many many years ago, back in the old clubbing days, he was known for his flares, platform shoes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;afro&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;outof&lt;/span&gt; control- hair style.   Sure enough, he continued the tradition on his wedding day.  His flares were perfectly tailored to hide his platform shoes, and the hair was exactly the same.  Good on his partner for accepting him the way he is.  He was never one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conform&lt;/span&gt; to the normal.   Think I have rambled on enough, getting really late, GOODNIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-4883850326973722389?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4883850326973722389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=4883850326973722389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4883850326973722389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/4883850326973722389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='The joys of motherhood!!!!!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-93900523353127071</id><published>2007-07-19T16:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:27:59.729+10:00</updated><title type='text'>8 facts about the little magpie!!!</title><content type='html'>Was tagged a couple of weeks ago by Mrs Tupperware queen so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A. Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;B. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I was actually introduced to my husband about four years before we actually met by my brother, not sure why but remember being introduced to him even though we just said hi to each other&lt;br /&gt;2. I met my best friend while I was jogging around Central Park (the only time I have jogged in my life), we did not initially hit it off, I thought she was a bitch, she thought I was a snob ! Sixteen years later we are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very anal about the way I make my bed. The pillows have to be very precisely positioned, if I could use a ruler to measure, I would.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love reading useless facts especially the ones on the strips off sanitary products&lt;br /&gt;5. My dream job would be to be a stylist, not to the stars but to everyday people. I think I would be great at it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever since I was a teenager, I really believed I was going to have three boys, I still think it is strange that I have a daughter&lt;br /&gt;7. One day when my kids are older I would really like to become a foster mum. This has been the case since I was 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;8. And just in case you still don't know, I luuuuuv the Collingwood football club. The exhiliration I feel at the first bounce of each game is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;As I am new to blogging I could not possibly tag eight people as I don't even know eight people with blogs so will try to tag ONE person, sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-93900523353127071?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/93900523353127071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=93900523353127071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/93900523353127071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/93900523353127071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-facts-about-little-magpie.html' title='8 facts about the little magpie!!!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-540695915107243058</id><published>2007-07-15T17:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:14:36.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>It is my birthday today!  Not sure why but never feel happy on my birthday.  I hate the idea of being another year older and noticing changes to my face.  I have noticed that my hands have aged.  Anyway, I was woken up by Mr Superhero(my 5 year old) saying "is it your birthday today, are you 33 yet?"  I thought that was very sweet.  I think he is excited by the idea that he will be eating cake.  I looked at both my kids in bed with me and thought that I dont need anything else for my big day.  It is now 5pm and have spent the whole day with them and am now feeling that I need a break from them and hubby really ought to buy me a huge gift for being the mother of his two kids!  I am sure all mothers will agree.   I would be feeling very different of course if my beloved Pies won yesterday.  I always feel quite flat for a couple of days after  a loss.  Of course I keep reminding myself that IT IS JUST A GAME, but somehow the message is not being sent to the right part of the brain.  Must leave it at that as going out for dinner which of course I had to organise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-540695915107243058?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/540695915107243058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=540695915107243058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/540695915107243058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/540695915107243058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-8104501739544900629</id><published>2007-07-07T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:26:52.108+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Couch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very excited as the pies won today. Go Pies! For those of you who don't know me, my weekends revolve around the footy. In fact it goes further then that. If we win I remain in a euphoric state for the entire weekend. If we lose then I become Mrs Grumpy and I find fault in everything and everybody. I have been home sick for over a week but felt it absolutely necessary to go to the football on a very cold day, my feet still feel numb from the cold. I thought we lost the game today and was ready to go home at three quarter time but my footy companions would not let me leave. A big thank you to my footy mates. During the very intense game, my friend moved her screaming husband next to me and then kept telling me to shut him up. Like I was going to risk having him whack me across the head. He was screaming like a maniac. Then she told me that in the event that the pies lose, could I please perform CPR on her husband. I dont know but I think it might be a bit weird performing mouth to mouth on your friend's husband! I think many footy supporters need a session on the couch. That is the pshychiatrist's COUCH. What normal sane person pays money to sit in the absolute pouring rain on a day like today. We even saw a mother with a newborn baby (for goodness sake, the average temp today was 9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think my other half is having a mid life crisis or maybe he needs a session on the COUCH. Why else would he buy himself a new car that is electric blue. Why Why Why? To make matters worse it is the kind of car a 'hoon' drives. Hoon, bogan etc.etc. The other day, much to my dismay I was forced to drive it and a bogan in another car blew me a KISS. I think he thought he was blowing a kiss from one bogan to another. Just because I go to the footy every week, I barrack for Collingwood and our club president is originally from Broadmeadows that does NOT make me a bogan. Anyway, I could not ever imagine buying a car that my partner did not like. And I did not appreciate my husband's friend trying to imply that I did not like the new car because it did not cost a mint. All the boys love the car of course! Boys and their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sign off now. I have released my frustrations. Geez, I think this blog has saved me a session on the COUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408137928904448960-8104501739544900629?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8104501739544900629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=8104501739544900629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8104501739544900629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8104501739544900629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-excited-as-pies-won-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408137928904448960.post-8057012569559734784</id><published>2007-07-04T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:09:19.535+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiZqHnsx-8A/Ros13OBxTrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jN_2SHVVChg/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083215827192336050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiZqHnsx-8A/Ros13OBxTrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jN_2SHVVChg/s400/DSC03297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School Holidays!  11 days to go until school starts, but who's counting.  As we have all been home sick we have been quite bored.  My son asked me today if we he was starting school soon.  He must be bored!  I should start by introducing myself.  I am 32 years old, married with two kids.  My little boy is 5 and he thinks of himself as a superhero in training.  My little girl is 3 and she is commonly referred to as little Miss Princess.  Thankfully she is at creche today.  I am football crazy, especially Collingwood crazy.  I must say, it is hard work being a pies' supporter at the moment since my favourite player has had a complete lapse of judgement or simply does not have a brain.  Yes I am referring to Allan Didak.  I have had many requests by people to take the photo I have of him and myself off the fridge, however I remain loyal so the photo remains on the fridge.&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/7408137928904448960-8057012569559734784?l=alittlemagpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8057012569559734784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408137928904448960&amp;postID=8057012569559734784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8057012569559734784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408137928904448960/posts/default/8057012569559734784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlemagpie.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-entry.html' title='first entry'/><author><name>a little magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05857926900073876439</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/_UiZqHnsx-8A/Ros13OBxTrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jN_2SHVVChg/s72-c/DSC03297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
