<?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-1790661924417572725</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:39:26.531+11:00</updated><category term='pic BFL'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='skin grafts'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Weight loss'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Treadmill'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Sunday Surfing'/><category term='burn'/><category term='spin class'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='BFL'/><category term='motorbikes'/><category term='easter'/><category term='whining'/><category term='lurkers'/><category term='loving stuff'/><category term='nails'/><category term='Farm'/><title type='text'>Yentas Yabba</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wfkM7yF/"&gt;
&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wfkM7yF/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6930410881117671850</id><published>2010-05-06T12:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:48:57.265+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Has anyone noticed that it has been a year since I last blogged?&lt;br /&gt;Nah didn't think so. I ALWAYS read everyones blog, but as you know I'm a lazy bitch from way back and I hardly ever comment. I guess cause facebook has taken over and If I have something to say I usually say it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I have a billion things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get my shit together and blog again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6930410881117671850?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6930410881117671850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6930410881117671850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6930410881117671850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6930410881117671850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4501426392855275543</id><published>2009-05-05T16:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:28:09.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry.</title><content type='html'>What is it with laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always seem to breed just when I think ive got on top of it?&lt;br /&gt;Why are so many of my undies, bras and socks white and fiddly to hang on the line?&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone decided to burn off just after I have hung it all out?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when my daughter cleans her room, I get MORE laundry and she expects me to be proud of her for cleaning it after a month?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the kids need a new towel after every shower and create more laundry for me?&lt;br /&gt;I use to love doing the laundry and ironing, how great freshly washed and line dried clothes smell and feel.&lt;br /&gt;Now I work so many hours I find it a complete pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;I need a housekeeper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4501426392855275543?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4501426392855275543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4501426392855275543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4501426392855275543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4501426392855275543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/05/laundry.html' title='Laundry.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-9160326781206551415</id><published>2009-05-04T14:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:22:51.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Made me giggle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/Sf5tcTcQDmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Em2JteQoO-4/s1600-h/!cid_A03EC6AE38234BB086656174C95BCF5A%40JohnPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/Sf5tcTcQDmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Em2JteQoO-4/s320/!cid_A03EC6AE38234BB086656174C95BCF5A%40JohnPC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331819341875777122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-9160326781206551415?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/9160326781206551415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=9160326781206551415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/9160326781206551415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/9160326781206551415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/05/made-me-giggle.html' title='Made me giggle!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/Sf5tcTcQDmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Em2JteQoO-4/s72-c/!cid_A03EC6AE38234BB086656174C95BCF5A%40JohnPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7418635675162513017</id><published>2009-04-30T12:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:20:10.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im now F!</title><content type='html'>Ohh yes that time has come, I am now FFFFFFFFFourty. 40.  40? 40? How the fuck did that happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I celebrate it? Being a bloody slave to my family of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law V, who I will say I don't know very well as I have always lived away from Melbourne for the 10 yrs she has been in our family, decided that my brother, herself their 2 little kids and my Mum would come visit me for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to my town on Friday, it was raining, great for our town of farms not great when you have a 4yo &amp; a 2yo. I was expected to "entertain' everyone because they were on holidays..WTF?? it was MY birthday. They whined about everything. The pizza they ate that I paid for($65) was shit, the weather was cold and I had told them that we have had been having nice weather of late, none of the shops were open, (It was fucking Anzac day for fucks sake), they didn't want to go out for my birthday dinner and suggested that I cook them a BBQ, Pigs arse!! We went out for dinner, of which Pete and I paid for. Sunday we went to our farm, I drove, paid for all the fuel, drove them around the farm (Not all 33,000 acres of it though) cooked a BBQ, drove home, that was a total of 8 hrs driving.On the way home I got a phone call from SIL who said she had ordered Chinese food after we told her that we didn't want any as we were still full from lunch. I went in to pick it up on the way home, $81.00..Did anyone offer to pay?, NO! not including fuel, I spend $150 on dinner, drinks, ice creams etc just on Sunday.Not once did anyone offer to pay for anything!!! Then Monday I had changed my meetings to Tuesday so I could drive my Mum home so she wouldn't be squashed in the back of the car with 2 little kids. I ended up taking the little 4yo with me (who was a delight). Mum whined the whole way home, when I told her to shut up as I had had enough, she said to me, Well Cheryl You did want me to come with you. Well no Mum in fact I didn't I was doing YOU a favor.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Mum's, and gave the child back to her parents, Mum invited brother and SIL in they said, No cause they were too tired from the trip! FFS, I did all the driving, all the entertaining, and fucking paid for everything. They didn't even thank me for having them. I had to listen to constant digs at me such as, well you are now 40 Cheryl, you can't do this and can't do that, and your hair, it is way to dark, you look like a 40yo trying to be young again. (Mind you my Mum is 67 with bleached blonde hair! I was telling Mum how I was doing weight training, and I showed her my arms, she said, Hmm well I guess you don't look that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh my fucking god!  I'm so bloody glad I live 6 hours away from my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7418635675162513017?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7418635675162513017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7418635675162513017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7418635675162513017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7418635675162513017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-now-f.html' title='Im now F!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6074445117818452386</id><published>2009-04-21T05:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:45:15.835+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Me</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;Yep I am alive and kickin. Just SO busy. This working thing is just taking up so much of my time  Ppfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://fertility-tales.blogspot.com/"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me. Ok so now for some random stuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a bit of a control freak. I like to organise everything. Much to my kids dismay, I drive them nuts about stuff like, You did put that express bag in the yellow express box?? The off spring are now 12 &amp; 15, I think they know what the express box looks like. I need to chill out a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very fussy when it come to the cutlery I use. (Only at home)&lt;br /&gt;I like my forks to not have long prongs on them. I have a special fork, its just mine, I get pissed if anyone use it. It's about 30yrs old, and almost had it. If for some reason this fork isn't around,I use entree forks. I eat my oats or ice cream with a teaspoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am an all or nothing person. I'm perfect at what I do or else I don't do it. This needs to change, but at the same time I'm willing to give most things a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really doubted myself when it came to running our company, but I'm seriously kicking arse. I have saved the company about $60grand a year already. I do love my job, just wish it didn't take up so much time, but the travel is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We are in negotiations with an overseas company and if things workout we will be living else where for a while. Seriously early days yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love living 6 hours from my family. I really love them but I don't have all the dramas that go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm very independent. If something has to get done, I will do it alone, I wont ask for help,unless I pay for that help. I hate to think I owe someone something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I really enjoy my own company. I like to do my own thing, I don't like people just popping around for coffee or a chat without a call first. All my true friends know this. It's not cause I don't want to see them or anything like that, its just I'm not really pop in for coffee kind a person. I would NEVER just visit someone without calling. I love to catch up with people but more when it suits me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't spell.  Thank god for spellcheck. I just have to make sure it is on Aussie spelling or else im stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I turn 40 on Saturday. My family are coming to visit me. Whilst I know they are coming to be kind but they don't understand that they are creating more work for me. I should be visiting them, then when I have had enough I can come home.  Selfish? you bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A wise lady once told me that when you turn 40 things change. She told me that you don't tend to care what people think of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;For me this is SO true. I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks. My attitude to life and people in general has changed heaps since my husband affair last year. I think for the better. I'm a much better business woman, Mum and Wife. I do NOT take crap from anyone, Kids, Husband, or anyone else. If you shit me, usually it is like water off a ducks back. I don't care..  LOL I will speak my peace if I feel its worth it, most of the time it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like this post, great, If not.. Well go fuck yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6074445117818452386?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6074445117818452386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6074445117818452386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6074445117818452386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6074445117818452386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-me.html' title='Me Me'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4434418834469366913</id><published>2009-03-18T12:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:50:01.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Hunters</title><content type='html'>I have just got a phone call from my husband who is at our Sheep Station in the arse end of nowhere. Someone has cut the fences and broken in to the house. Nothing was taken but it is going to cost $ and time to fix the fence. When you have large property the fencing goes for many Kms before there is a need for a strainer post. From this one cut we have to repair over 1km of fencing. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody pig hunters are to blame. Pig hunting is a very cruel sport, In fact its not a sport at all! These guys (mainly guys but I know of some women who do it too) Hunt the pig down using dogs, once the dog has the pig on the ground, the men (if you call them that) slit the pigs throat. Most of the time the die straight away but not always. Mind you this after the pig has been mauled by 3 or 4 pig dogs, bull mastiffs and the like. 9 times out of 10 the dogs get ripped up by the pig's tusks. The hunter then sews the dog up themselves How can you call that a sport. Yes the pigs are feral and are a pest as the dig huge wallowing holes and in numbers make paddocks useless for farming, but there is not need to be cruel. Yes we have pigs, yes we shoot them, NO DOGS or KNIVES!. Most of the people who do this are from larger towns or city slickers out for a cheap thrill. Not to mention the damage the hunters do to the farmers fencing, and trespassing is against the law!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sick!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4434418834469366913?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4434418834469366913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4434418834469366913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4434418834469366913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4434418834469366913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/03/pig-hunters.html' title='Pig Hunters'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6857512321930223614</id><published>2009-03-17T11:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:01:33.963+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twittering</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone using Twitter??   I have recently signed up, still trying to work out how to use it and who would have time to update it all the time..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have it and your user name so I can follow you.  Stalker much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is now getting some mental health help. Our paed basically said to me, "I don't know what's wrong, he needs mental health help, call this number, your on your own sweetheart" But that will be $200 thanks.  Thanks for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local unit have bumped him right up towards the top of the list and is seeing someone Wed week. In the mean time I will have to just try and defuse any situations that arise. Tom went back to school today, first time in a week. He still has stitches in his hand until the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge session with my new PT last Wed. She was so full on. I'm now feeling quite smug at the fact today is the first day I can sit on the loo without using my hands to lower myself down.  She better slow down with this old girl or else I'm finding a new PT. I'm averaging one workout a week as I'm too bloody sore after seeing her to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6857512321930223614?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6857512321930223614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6857512321930223614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6857512321930223614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6857512321930223614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/03/twittering.html' title='Twittering'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7109395406667400274</id><published>2009-03-11T10:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:17:02.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Day Relived or is it Ground Hog Day?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in my swish office thinking about yesterdays events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Lucy wanted to borrow Tom's earphones, after much name calling and yelling the kids came out to me in the office to tell me all about it. I asked Tom to lend them to her. Of course he said no. They went back in to the house. 5mins later I hear screaming to see Tom coming out the back door covered in blood. Lucy had called Tom names he went in to one of his meltdowns and punched one of our glass antique doors and smashed it.&lt;br /&gt;Once again we were at the hospital. 5 stitches and lots of blood later we are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously not coping with Toms temper. We are forever having people here fixing things he has broken or smashed. He couldnt find his pencil case the other day and kicked in the kitchen cupboard. We hardly have any flyscreens left as he kicks them out so he can get out of the hosue and run away. We live in a house worth $800k, he has no respect for anything we have worked so hard for. During last week I asked him to do something, he pushed me out the way and hit me in the mouth splitting my lip. I honestly think he didn't mean to hit me that time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sacred he is going to have a meltdown and seriously hurt himself or hurt or maybe kill someone else. I honestly fear for my and others safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my wits end, I'm seriously considering giving him up.  This is so hard to write.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do!  Please remember that I'm doing all this as more or less a single mother as my husband is away for work 6 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the paediatrician to give me a call with some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7109395406667400274?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7109395406667400274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7109395406667400274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7109395406667400274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7109395406667400274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/03/hard-day-relived-or-is-it-ground-hog.html' title='Hard Day Relived or is it Ground Hog Day?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6449429322004795293</id><published>2009-03-05T12:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:29:42.718+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Cold</title><content type='html'>It is so bloody cold here today!  It is 19deg!  I'm freezing my arse off. (I wish weigh loss was that simple) We have had 30+ for months now. I hate winter. Hate it with a passion. Mind you I always get my fitness up and loose all my xmas weight over winter, wanna know why? because its so cold I don't socialise as much. Quite social life = less drinking = less drinking food = slimmer Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm living in a calm house right now. Tom's higher dose medication has kicked in. Mind you he still is only on a relatively low dose anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I now have my loving, caring, funny, young man back. AHHHH I can breath again.&lt;br /&gt;When he is like this he can cope with the teasing. Fingers crossed it will stay this way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I hope its warmer where you are.   Gym spin class time for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6449429322004795293?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6449429322004795293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6449429322004795293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6449429322004795293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6449429322004795293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-cold.html' title='Im Cold'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6900323871060413025</id><published>2009-02-27T19:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:00:31.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY VERY HARD DAY!!</title><content type='html'>Today was horrific to say the least. As I'm sure you are aware I have a son Tom who has high functioning Autism. Tom is 12yo about 5'6 and 63kgs. He is taller than me. He has just started yr 7. Autism kids (and adults) really cant cope with change. For some it is something as small as the teacher being sick and having a replacement. This whole new school and routine thing has really upset Tom. So far since school has started in late January, Tom has been suspended once and been in way too many fights. He gets picked on at school and was beaten up by 3 boys on the bus last week. People with Autism don't have very good social skills. They don't understand the unspoken rules of life, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Tom had a complete meltdown. He was throwing punches at me, calling me a slut and a whore and anything else he could think of. All because he wouldn't get off the computer to have a shower before school. I finally got him in the shower, dressed, and in the car. On the way to school,I was hit in the head, spat on and called names. When I stopped at the school he tried to drag me in the back to beat me up. I just kept thinking I need help. So I drove straight to the hospital. Tom wouldn't get out of the car. I told them in emergency what happened, with that 3 ward guys came down, drove the car around and carried him in to the hospital. I cried so much. It killed me to see that happen to my child. After an injection he calmed down and was himself again. The paediatrician came down to see him. He is our private paed, I called him earlier this year because I knew the medication wasn't working as Tom had grown so much since his last check up. i tried to get an appointment but couldn't get in to next month. Our health system is that bad! I have private cover,I almost $200 each time to see the doc and I still have to wait 3 months to see him.&lt;br /&gt;We have agreed on changing his medication, time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;It is now almost 8pm and Tom is still sleeping off the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6900323871060413025?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6900323871060413025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6900323871060413025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6900323871060413025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6900323871060413025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-very-hard-day.html' title='VERY VERY HARD DAY!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7898895452800841308</id><published>2009-02-25T13:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:51:37.715+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Announcment</title><content type='html'>I can FINALLY tell you all some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know TinyDonna, who use to blog sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last night Andy and I announced to the family that we were married on 18th November 2008 in Murray, Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eloped at the courthouse and were married by a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very happy and plan to live in Australia together for the foreseeable future. Andy is currently living with our family in Boronia and we will look at moving out after we get immigration sorted in early April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Donna I would not tell until she had told her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled for both her and Andy.  Please feel free to leave any comments for her on here, Im sure she will check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7898895452800841308?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7898895452800841308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7898895452800841308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7898895452800841308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7898895452800841308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-announcment.html' title='Wedding Announcment'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2910911255358489888</id><published>2009-02-25T10:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:36:17.745+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring hanging out!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! life goes from bloody boring to having my ring gear hanging out! (Ring gear hanging out is one of my husbands saying! I don't know what being busy has to do with your arse showing *shrug*) I haven't had a day off for 2 weeks, I need to say NO! I worked all week within the company, then I worked for a friend in her truck stop for 12 hours on Saturday. She said she just needed to pop over to a larger town to do some shopping. As I said 12 hours later she came back. Talk about take advantage! When I say working, I mean I was cooking and cleaning all bloody day! Then I had to drive 2.5hrs home. Sunday I caught up on work I didn't get done on Friday. I had to be in Yass at 9am on Monday for a meeting, which meant a 4am start. Hey Jen, I should have driven a little longer to catch up with you! I got home after 6pm, then yesterday I had a meeting in Gundagai, yeah you know where the dog is on the tucker box? got home at 7pm. Today is a leisurely day in the office. I feel I need a months sleep to catch up. A few early nights is in order I think. Whist all this is going on my Son got the crap beat out of him by 3 bigger kids (2 girls &amp; 1 boy) on the bus. He wouldn't go back to school until today :(  I have an appointment with the Principal to see what can be done. And at long bloody last my daughter has a job! I have been nagging her to get a job so she knows the value of money. The poor kid is at Macca's for about 6 bucks an hour. It goes up after 3 months to about $9.00. I think its really important for kids to know how hard money is to earn. A valuable lesson for a 15yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2910911255358489888?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2910911255358489888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2910911255358489888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2910911255358489888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2910911255358489888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/ring-hanging-out.html' title='Ring hanging out!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1687618169701846811</id><published>2009-02-19T11:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:38:12.782+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive.</title><content type='html'>Life is SO busy! Right now I hardly have time to scratch my arse, but I'm not complaining. Work is flat out, I mean seriously flat out. I have been to Melbourne twice in the past 2 weeks, I'm off to Yass on Monday. I'm so loving my job. I no longer feel like a brain dead Mum , who worked now and then. I'm seriously kicking arse. I was so scared when we closed out Tas office, I thought I was too dumb to do the job. I'm a fucking champion (this is what my husband called me the other day).&lt;br /&gt;Talking about offices, mine is finally finished. 20grand later *sigh*. I'm really thrilled at how it turned out. I will take some pics for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the Hume hwy, I was blown away by the fire damage you could see from the road. Houses completely flat, others just burnt out shells, and the home next door not touched. My heart goes out to everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (by marriage)lives in Kinglake. Her home is OK but they stayed in a paddock for 2 days thinking everyone around them was dead. They are very traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We donated $500, and I always put change in a collection tin, I have the feeling I need to do more. These poor people. I really hope the government is thinking about these people's mental health. Just heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough for now...I'm alive, life is good, busy busy, my kids are driving me nuts! Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1687618169701846811?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1687618169701846811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1687618169701846811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1687618169701846811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1687618169701846811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive.html' title='Still alive.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6023546550370219155</id><published>2009-01-30T11:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:57:04.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Miss K's cat.</title><content type='html'>After the bloody funny post &lt;a href="http://thin-enough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss K&lt;/a&gt; had on her blog today, This is for Izzy!&lt;br /&gt;(Infact its me wearing my size 8 shorts!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SYJPthC-0BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iYUQ_fMt5mM/s1600-h/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-ready-to-admit-he-gained-weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SYJPthC-0BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iYUQ_fMt5mM/s320/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-ready-to-admit-he-gained-weight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883755124707346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6023546550370219155?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6023546550370219155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6023546550370219155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6023546550370219155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6023546550370219155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-miss-ks-cat.html' title='Ode to Miss K&apos;s cat.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SYJPthC-0BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iYUQ_fMt5mM/s72-c/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-ready-to-admit-he-gained-weight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-606862565722105436</id><published>2009-01-29T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:04:33.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this the truth?</title><content type='html'>An Obituary printed in the London Times.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Obituary printed in the London Times........ Interesting and  sadly&lt;br /&gt;rather true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who&lt;br /&gt;has  been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,&lt;br /&gt;since  his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He&lt;br /&gt;will be  remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:&lt;br /&gt;Knowing when to come in out of the rain;  Why the early bird gets the&lt;br /&gt;worm;  Life isn't always fair;  and maybe it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies ( don't spend&lt;br /&gt;more  than you can earn ) and reliable strategies ( adults, not children,&lt;br /&gt;are in  charge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but&lt;br /&gt;overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy&lt;br /&gt;charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended&lt;br /&gt;from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for&lt;br /&gt;reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the&lt;br /&gt;job  that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It declined even further when schools were required to get parental&lt;br /&gt;consent  to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could&lt;br /&gt;not inform  parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an&lt;br /&gt;abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;&lt;br /&gt;and  criminals received better treatment than their victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a&lt;br /&gt;burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to&lt;br /&gt;realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in&lt;br /&gt;her  lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by&lt;br /&gt;his  wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son,&lt;br /&gt;Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;&lt;br /&gt;I Know My Rights&lt;br /&gt;I Want It Now&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else Is To Blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If&lt;br /&gt;you  still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-606862565722105436?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/606862565722105436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=606862565722105436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/606862565722105436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/606862565722105436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-this-truth.html' title='Isn&apos;t this the truth?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8633448888205260260</id><published>2009-01-29T08:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:55:15.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mornings</title><content type='html'>You know it's time to clean out your pantry when you reach for the oats and the maple syrup (sugarfree of course) hits the floor and explodes with a container of pasta quick to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign of the day to come???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8633448888205260260?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8633448888205260260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8633448888205260260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8633448888205260260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8633448888205260260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloody-mornings.html' title='Bloody Mornings'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6338356227847146704</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:26:28.567+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SX7td9oY7YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KYaMfAMeU8k/s1600-h/Tennis+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SX7td9oY7YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KYaMfAMeU8k/s320/Tennis+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295931310850239874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;I trust you had a fantastic Aussie Day! Aussie Aussie Aussie!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the tennis on Tuesday night. It was fantastic. It only took me about 16yrs to get there. We saw Sam Stouser and Raffa!! My meeting went well on Wednesday morning, then I went home on Thursday. Worked all day Friday then off to the farm on Sat until Aussie day. &lt;br /&gt;The builder has finally turned up and I now have half a wall and celling. We are waiting for the electrician to come then the plaster can do his bit, then the Air con guy, then the painter, then the carpet layer. At this rate I should be in my new office in about 2101! It was all suppose to be finished before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Bloody tradesmen!! Bloody men in general!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pic is of my sister in law and yours truly at the tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company has won a contract in Melb, so it should start about late Feb/Early March. You beauty, besides the financial bonus, it is so great to spend some more time in Melbourne. I'm a Melbourne girl though and through. I lived there for the first 25 yrs of my life. Love it. We will move back one day, there are many other places I would like to live first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The runt of the litter starts high school tomorrow. How in the hell do I have my 2 babies in high school when im only 21?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6338356227847146704?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6338356227847146704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6338356227847146704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6338356227847146704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6338356227847146704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-that-was.html' title='The Week That Was'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SX7td9oY7YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KYaMfAMeU8k/s72-c/Tennis+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2912944188407507395</id><published>2009-01-19T09:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:40:43.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Melbourne tomorrow for a few days. I have a meeting on Wednesday morning, but the most exciting thing for me is I'm going to the Australian Open tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;According to the news I will be seeing Lleyton Hewitt v Fernando Gonzalez. I'm not sure who is playing in the woman's draw. I have been wanting to go to the tennis for about 16yrs now. Usually something comes up such as, me living in Tassie for 11 yrs or saving money for school fees. &lt;br /&gt;So look out for me, I will be the one in the nosebleed seats waving like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;Okies, best get on with my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2912944188407507395?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2912944188407507395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2912944188407507395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2912944188407507395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2912944188407507395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-on.html' title='COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7357973159686189486</id><published>2009-01-17T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:02:20.056+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px; background:white; color:black; padding: 10px;text-align:center; border: 1px solid #333333;"&gt;Your rainbow is strongly shaded&lt;b&gt; green and white.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="background: #b38f4d"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #b3d34d"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #b3f54d"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #4de74d"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #4dccb3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #4d8fb3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #918fb3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is says about you: You are an intelligent person. You appreciate quiet moments. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality. People depend on you to make them feel secure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7357973159686189486?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7357973159686189486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7357973159686189486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7357973159686189486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7357973159686189486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-481802950476179783</id><published>2009-01-17T21:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:16:06.155+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>I have this person in my life at the moment.  I’m not sure if she is friend or foe, I will let you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s call her R. She doesn’t know I blog so I doubt very much she will find out about this.&lt;br /&gt;I have known her for about 2 yrs now. I met her when she worked at the local post office, as I don’t have mail delivery here; I’m at the PO every day. She use to work fulltime there but has since had a baby. She is 11yrs younger than me at 29. Before she had her baby we use to “do” lunch about once a month, sometimes chatted on the phone but that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;Since she has had her baby a little over a year ago now she has been what my husband calls stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was because she was lonely at home with a bub, but now I’m not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;She calls me EVERY day. Not just once but about 5-6 times a day. Once we spend 6 hours together at a garden show and then when she got home she called me. Most of the time she talk about herself and things that are happening in her life. IE: child, husband and in laws.&lt;br /&gt;When I had lost my license she would call me to see if I wanted anything when she was out or needed a lift, which was nice but I’m a VERY independent person, and usually don’t ask for help even if I really need it. If there is something I can't do myself, I will pay someone. It has got to the stage that I would walk most places just to be away from her.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I was about to go out with my husband when the phone rang. It was her; thanks to the number being displayed I didn’t answer it so I could go out.  A few hours later when we got home, I kid you not we didn’t even have time to put the handbrake on when she was behind me in our drive.&lt;br /&gt;She got out and said, &lt;br /&gt;R: ohh you didn’t answer my calls. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes R because I wasn’t home.&lt;br /&gt;R: but you didn’t answer my texts&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn’t have my phone with me.&lt;br /&gt;R: Ohh ok then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;R: yes I just missed you, that’s all&lt;br /&gt;With that husband said, well I will leave you two to catch up, I’m going in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is like with her.&lt;br /&gt;She has even been know to call when I wasn't home and my daughter answered tell her I wasn't home. Then 10 mins later she will call back blocking her number to see if I answer.&lt;br /&gt; She knew for Xmas I was getting a Kitchen aid mixer, Guess what she put on layby the day after? She copied my cake stand. She read the books I read. I really think the only reason she doesn’t dress like me is that she is about 6ft tall and about a size 18-20.&lt;br /&gt;Its all getting a bit too “single white female” for me.&lt;br /&gt;We were both going to this fundraising function (it was seriously about 500m from my home)a girl who would have to drive past my home offered to pick me up, but she mentioned it to R, R said to me that she was pissed off that the other person had offered when she knew that R and I were friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m working fulltime for our company, and remember my office is at home (Yes still in the house has the fricken builder still hasn’t started the wall in the cottage) She just doesn’t seem to understand that I’m WORKING. I can’t talk on the phone all day about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When I say I’ve got to go (100% of the time is my saying I’ve got to go) I usually say I will call you back later. If I don’t call back by the arvo she calls me and says. We (as in the baby and her) thought you forgot about us.    No stalker I was BUSY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think she has a good heart but just too full on for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have told her that I’m working so I can’t catch up/talk as much on the phone any more. She has back off to about 2 calls a day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to run for the hills, Shame is it so fucking flat around here… LOL&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-481802950476179783?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/481802950476179783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=481802950476179783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/481802950476179783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/481802950476179783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-61591428662138475</id><published>2009-01-11T22:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:50:08.375+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking finished for the year!</title><content type='html'>Yay! All of the oranges are picked for this season.&lt;br /&gt;Number of injuries this season:&lt;br /&gt;*2 Wasp stings&lt;br /&gt;*Countless ant bites, One bit me on my eye ball! I kid you not, I was looking up and  it fell in under my glasses. The little bugger wouldn't let go even when it was dead. It took a pair of tweezers to dislodge the fucker! It hurt like hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Way too many bruises.&lt;br /&gt;*1000's of scratches. Did you know orange trees have thorns on them?? I bet you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;*Not one ladder fall.&lt;br /&gt;All this was just me, the others had pretty much the same except for the ant in the eye *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;We have &lt;a href="http://www.australiancitrusgrowers.com/PDFs/media_releases06/Valencia_factsheet_3pg_approved.pdf"&gt;Valencia&lt;/a&gt; oranges.We sell them for juice. &lt;br /&gt;So think of all the poor pickers when you pour your morning juice.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to pick our own this year, as with all farming there is bugger all earned when we sell it on. I really don't mind picking , I just hate the wildlife..LOL&lt;br /&gt;We have almost organic fruit, I say almost as I'm not 100% if there are any sprays or treatment in the water. We will be spraying and fertilising this year, will make for a much better crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies Bed for me now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-61591428662138475?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/61591428662138475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=61591428662138475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/61591428662138475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/61591428662138475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/picking-finished-for-year.html' title='Picking finished for the year!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5637781335257947800</id><published>2009-01-09T08:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:37:16.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE IN 09!!</title><content type='html'>So, have you noticed that almost all of the blogs started a post off with SO at a little while back? Funny how everyone copies each other, like a fad.&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m going to FINE in 09!! That is my motto for the year. As you know I had the year from hell last year.&lt;br /&gt;That was then and this is now. &lt;br /&gt;All is good here. I spent my Xmas time off from my usual job &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crutching"&gt;crutching&lt;/a&gt; sheep and cutting firewood! &lt;br /&gt;The life of an entrepreneur is not an easy road, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 businesses at the moment. Our main company of which shall remain nameless. We have our sheep station and also an orange orchard. We are picking as we speak. One thing about my life is it is far from boring. One day I’m handling an OH+S issue or writing a QA policy, the next I’m &lt;a href="http://www2.dpi.qld.gov.au/sheep/4691.html"&gt;drenching&lt;/a&gt; sheep.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I’m sporting a stunning (NOT) 63kg frame. I kid you not when I stand in front of the mirror in my undies and bra I look like a fricken Christmas cracker! I have only put on about 4kgs but since I haven't exercised for a while my arse is going south. I do have plans though. Im going to do one of those 12 week thingies. 12 weeks will be great as on the 25th of April I turn 40!&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading everyone’s blogs but as always not saying too much. I really need to comment more I think. &lt;br /&gt;Kids are driving me nuts so I know all is well with them.&lt;br /&gt;Husband is great! I still have a new husband.&lt;br /&gt;My office is coming along. Well that is if the bloody builder cares to show his face and make a start on the wall. I have brand new office furniture all unused as it is so hot at the moment (40deg+) and the air con cant be fitted in the office until the wall and painting is done, I’m still running the company from our dinning room. *sigh* Thank god I don’t have any meeting planned here in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics of the lovely little cottage on our property that we using as our office.&lt;br /&gt;So signing off now,&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and remember I’m FINE in 09!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5637781335257947800?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5637781335257947800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5637781335257947800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5637781335257947800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5637781335257947800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/fine-in-09.html' title='FINE IN 09!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7612137699405317130</id><published>2008-11-30T07:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:40:03.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all Happening</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Tassie on Monday to wrap up work things there. I'm excited to see all of my girlfriends again (and I'm about 10kgs slimmer since I have seen them).The thing I'm not looking forward to is the bloody weather. I kid you not the weather was one of the reasons why I wanted to leave. (It was a business decision that moved us in the end) The weather is going to be between 14 &amp; 17 degs! That is our night temps at the moment. I hate the cold with a passion, I mean I serious hate being cold. Did I mention how much I HATE being cold???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good almost every where else at the moment. The only trouble I'm having is one of those girly issues. I think I'm starting menopause. Things are wrong big time with my cycle. I'm having night sweats and I havent stopped bleeding for 2 weeks. I'm telling you that this is so not normal for me. I'm Lucky if my period lasts 3 or 4 days. I don't have time to go to the docs before I go, so I will have to sort it out when I get back. My mum thinks it just stress...who know?? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough for now....Seeya in about 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7612137699405317130?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7612137699405317130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7612137699405317130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7612137699405317130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7612137699405317130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-happening.html' title='Its all Happening'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6555338817236584725</id><published>2008-11-27T20:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:10:40.698+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Wilma No More</title><content type='html'>Hey All.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dear readers my walking days are over. Tomorrow I'm legally allowed to drive. 6 months has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;So how will I celebrate you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to the pub for a few drinks, then do some blockies (or laps of the main st) like all the cool kids and to finish off I will do the biggest burn out that my Landcruser can do..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth in fact is I'm doing all that stuff that I have been putting off until I can drive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa has come early to me, Indeed I did get what I &lt;a href="http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-santa.html"&gt;asked for&lt;/a&gt;! I got it in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage I will be in Tassie early next week to wrap things up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good but busy, and hot. 34degs right now. We have had thunderstorms every night this week. I'm a really chicken when it comes to storms but I love them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the sun is shinning in everyone else world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6555338817236584725?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6555338817236584725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6555338817236584725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6555338817236584725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6555338817236584725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-wilma-no-more.html' title='Walking Wilma No More'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8850313154730374697</id><published>2008-11-25T11:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:40:02.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cable Guy</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure I have mentioned in another post,(Sorry cant be bothered linking it)our business manager in Tassie has resigned. We have decided to close down our Tassie operations and bring it all to NSW. We have a cottage on our property (10sq) of which I'm turning in to the new headquarters of our company. Mainly so we don't have to pay rent for an office. I think it will work out fantastic as when i close the cottage door and walk to my house, I'm effectively leaving work, well that is the plan anyway. When we were quite small, I use to run the business from a spare room at home, but it gave me the shits as I never left home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story at hand. I have been dealing with contractors of all sorts getting the cottage in to office mode. Ie: Builders for a new internal wall and a mezzanine level for storage. The cottage sort of look like a church. I will post pics soon. I also have to deal with painters, electricians and finally the cable guy. As our home was built in 1923 (or 24, I cant remember)the phone lines are only capable of running 2 lines. I need one for the house and 2 for the cottage, so therefore we need lay new cable. I had to get our services located (water, elect other phone etc) so we don't do any damage with the trenching machine. So out came the cable guy to do the locations and work out the best way to do it and what to do when talking to Testra. When he turned up he look familiar to me, yet I couldn't place him. We walked up the driveway (about 200 or so meters) and he almost tripped over. I did the best thing, I could think of at the time and pretend not to see it happen, all whilst trying not to piss my pants laughing. We did what we had to do there then he came to our meter box,where the phone lines go to and he hit his head really hard on the corner of the box. It must have really hurt but he started carry on like a kid,yeah fair enough it hurt, get over it lad! When my kids had a tantrum about stuff like this, I would give them a cuddle and say any blood? nah you will live. Usually all would be well and they would run off to play. So how did I handle the cable guy? I said "any blood?" Him "Nah" Me"Ok you will live" and just started talking about the job. No cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;It was then I realised who he looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carry from the Cable Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really laughed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8850313154730374697?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8850313154730374697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8850313154730374697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8850313154730374697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8850313154730374697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/cable-guy.html' title='The Cable Guy'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2006677162545894996</id><published>2008-11-19T14:28:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:38:16.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is..............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSOJsGzPydI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fc-h9Bz7aMg/s1600-h/minnis+babies+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSOJsGzPydI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fc-h9Bz7aMg/s320/minnis+babies+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270207379786418642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!! Well I won cause im a looser.. Yes my darling readers. Its official, that my team came last in the Wednesday Morning Ladies Tennis. We are the wooden spoon holders for season 2 2008. I have just got back from the lunch and presentation, where I received the wooden spoon and a pair of socks.&lt;br /&gt;Last comp (earlier this year) I won the grand final. The teams are pulled out of a hat and you get who you get. I have no prob with that at all. As soon as I start hitting the ball really well and stop laughing its time for me to give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won the lucky door prize of a heart shaped cake tin. It is huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the cobweb broom in the background. See sometimes I do do housework!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2006677162545894996?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2006677162545894996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2006677162545894996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2006677162545894996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2006677162545894996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is..............................'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSOJsGzPydI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fc-h9Bz7aMg/s72-c/minnis+babies+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-638360748702419394</id><published>2008-11-18T06:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:52:42.897+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSHLbLsSFaI/AAAAAAAAANs/c2O-RB5DnQk/s1600-h/kitchen+aid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSHLbLsSFaI/AAAAAAAAANs/c2O-RB5DnQk/s320/kitchen+aid.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269716706855622050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Please Santa, Could I have one of these??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-638360748702419394?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/638360748702419394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=638360748702419394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/638360748702419394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/638360748702419394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-santa.html' title='Please Santa...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SSHLbLsSFaI/AAAAAAAAANs/c2O-RB5DnQk/s72-c/kitchen+aid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-497331667513789474</id><published>2008-11-17T09:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:09:40.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - A New Day</title><content type='html'>Good Morning to all,&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day to a new week. Life is looking up.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend. As the kids had sleepovers on Saturday night, Husband and I went to the farm on the motorbike. (Yes my arse is still sore) We had such a nice peaceful time. No Kids, No Dogs, No nothing! I slept so well, I seriously haven't slept like that for a long time. This is due the my change in thinking. You know that secret thing? You know the book, DVD etc, All about how they way you think is how your life will be? Well Im starting to think that im bring so much crap in to my life. During the 2+hours on the bike, I couldn't do much else but think. So many positive things have came of all the shit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands affair Negative - Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;Pos - I'm a much stronger, out spoken person now. He is MUCH nicer too me. Even to the extent that things will work with our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral Daughter - She as learnt to to trust boys who say she is gorgeous, drugs are bad. She is a changed kid for all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Robbed - They didn't come back and insurance covered new for old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad died - This is a hard one, we were estranged (long story for another post) he decided that he had a new family and didn't want to see my brother and myself (I was 11) Nice huh? But anyway I have since found out that I have cousins who have been looking for me for about 20yrs or so. I have so many members of my family (Dad's side) who I haven't met. We are having a reunion in May when my cousin turns 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son's teeth knocked out - Could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STD -HHHMmmm Husband know knows that the whore LIED to him about not having sex for a long time..No positive to me, that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business manager leaving and me taking over - Well to be honest ive been doing 1/2 of the job for a while now, and as I benefit from my work I have nothing to loose, and heaps to gain, and I get a pay rise BoooYeeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healthy, Kids are well, Husband is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day. I CAN'T let past stuff eat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly life isn't all that bad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies ive got heaps to today!   Have a fantastic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-497331667513789474?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/497331667513789474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=497331667513789474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/497331667513789474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/497331667513789474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-new-day.html' title='Monday - A New Day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8925319018948691546</id><published>2008-11-14T08:22:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:23:18.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a grandmother!!  :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRybpaADqBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dl-CCHGbTck/s1600-h/minnis+babies+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRybpaADqBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dl-CCHGbTck/s320/minnis+babies+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268256799773141010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya just love babies? All didn't go as plan with the birth of a bundle. 6 were born and only 3 lived. Miss Minni really struggled with her labour and it ended in a Cesarean. Things were a bit messed up inside so she had to be spade at the same time. It doesn't worry me too much as seeing her do it so tough we wouldn't have breed her again anyway. Just when you think all is going well, it seems that our boy Sam isn't the dad after all..LOL She managed to get with a boarder collie when we were mustering the goats. On the plus side the dad is worth about $7000 as he is a champion sheep dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son (12) went to the paediatrician for his bi annually check up. I'm sure Ive mentioned before that Tom is autistic. He is high functioning but in saying that its only been the last month or so that he can get his own clothes ready for school. 2 years ago he didn't know the order of the days of the week. But ask him a science question and he will know the answer and history of it. &lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the appointment yesterday Tom was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noonan_syndrome"&gt;Noonan Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed as he was born with it. The doc seems to think that kids with Noonan's usually but not always have autism or learning difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;My main concern is that we know he has congenital heart malformation. We found this out earlier this year but now the Doc is concerned enough that he has to see a specialist in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in all honesty I'm waking up most mornings and thinking "Fuck, What as life got in store for me today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is becoming like Days of our Lives. All I need now is to be blown up in an explosion whilst I was helping needy children, When everyone thinks I'm dead, I come back as a ghost. Then to be found alive but paralysed whilst being help captive by a mad man. But all is well when I manage to take my first steps by walking down the isle to marry the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part is everything I have told you about the past 6 months in my life is true. I can't just turn off the TV and laugh at the crap writers come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cried so many tears of late I'm sure Ive broken the drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when do I get to take my first steps of a new fun life????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8925319018948691546?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8925319018948691546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8925319018948691546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8925319018948691546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8925319018948691546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-grandmother.html' title='I&apos;m a grandmother!!  :) :)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRybpaADqBI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dl-CCHGbTck/s72-c/minnis+babies+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2097751733938311628</id><published>2008-11-06T13:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:14:06.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset at the silos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRJdm-DCYqI/AAAAAAAAANc/VZk5BbV-PUk/s1600-h/mixed+6.11.08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRJdm-DCYqI/AAAAAAAAANc/VZk5BbV-PUk/s320/mixed+6.11.08+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265373838421680802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken on Saturday night at our sheep station. They are sad looking silos because they are empty :( No rain = no grain. The year before last we had 900 acres of oats, last year and this year we thought it was too much of a risk waiting for rain. Who knows what will happen next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new in my life?? Hmm well where do I start? We have employed some new staff, so far so good. As I said in another post I can't believe how many drop kicks applied. People who didn't have a license when the add clearly said must have license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember my husband affair? How could you forget right? LOL. Well..Hmm. I don't know how to says this so I'm just going to say it. I have got an infection from this affair. I feel like just as i start to get over it, something else happens..&lt;br /&gt;So its a week of putting cream up the old vag! For fucks sake, I feel like I have ran over a china man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 16th wedding anniversary tomorrow, Believe me when I say I don't want to celebrate it. This past year has been a bitch to say it nicely. Husband said but we have found each other again..(For fucks sake, I was always here!!) So if we do go out it will be to celebrate the future not the past. I didn't get him a gift this year, every other year I have, only a card. He is only getting the card because I feel guilty. Why?? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happening on the fitness front. I really need to get off my arse. I'm sitting at 60kgs today. I do feel frumpy as I'm not moving too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that little pup &lt;a href="http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohh-isnt-he-cute.html"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;? Well he is now 10 months old. Our bitch Minni came on heat 6 or 7 weeks ago. So me being a dickhead just let Sam do what he wanted with her, so it came as no surprise we are expecting puppies in the next 2- 3 weeks. They will be lovely pups, pure blue healers. I have told myself (and I will keep saying this) and the kids that we not keeping any. Right now 3 dogs is enough. We have the room to have more but its quite hectic when we go to the farm to fill the car with dogs and kids..LOL I will keep you updated when the bubs are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2097751733938311628?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2097751733938311628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2097751733938311628' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2097751733938311628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2097751733938311628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunset-at-silos.html' title='Sunset at the silos.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SRJdm-DCYqI/AAAAAAAAANc/VZk5BbV-PUk/s72-c/mixed+6.11.08+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-947517980831599869</id><published>2008-10-30T13:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:26:42.085+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For Kitty and Gypsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQkao8p2rRI/AAAAAAAAANU/zp4zt9WxPck/s1600-h/scalesignii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQkao8p2rRI/AAAAAAAAANU/zp4zt9WxPck/s320/scalesignii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262766930337901842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQkaU8MdY1I/AAAAAAAAANM/I-zBlhCA_YU/s1600-h/scalesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQkaU8MdY1I/AAAAAAAAANM/I-zBlhCA_YU/s320/scalesign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262766586617226066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are for &lt;a href="http://shrinkingkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://alwaysrunninguphill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gypsy&lt;/a&gt;. Print these out and stick them on your scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I did steal these off the net, they arent my work..  Ohh I is bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-947517980831599869?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/947517980831599869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=947517980831599869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/947517980831599869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/947517980831599869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-kitty-and-gypsy.html' title='For Kitty and Gypsy.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQkao8p2rRI/AAAAAAAAANU/zp4zt9WxPck/s72-c/scalesignii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2701312048513047964</id><published>2008-10-29T08:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:16:59.864+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs are bad MMKayy..</title><content type='html'>Well not these sleeping ones. I slept so well last night. I feel fantastic, and no hangover.  No swearing today, cause im not cranky. My kids are thrilled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis this morning. My team is in the running for the wooden spoon this comp. Every season they change around the teams. Last comp I won the grand final.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths Sun is shining and its going to be about 33deg. God I love summer. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2701312048513047964?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2701312048513047964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2701312048513047964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2701312048513047964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2701312048513047964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/drugs-are-bad-mmkayy.html' title='Drugs are bad MMKayy..'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3907537065662005120</id><published>2008-10-28T14:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:00:54.547+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Shopping.</title><content type='html'>Nah not really Dr Shopping. I think my usual Doc was sick of my whining and had a day off cause she knew I was coming in.. LOL. Nah not really, she is on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Life will be looking up soon, I have drugs, yep yummo sleeping ones. Mr Doc says cause of all the stress I have got myself in a bad sleeping pattern (yeah I knew that one and he still charged me $55)and the tablets will help me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank fuck for modern medicine huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSS Any one wanna buy some?? Joke Joice!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody tired that my jokes aren't even funny...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with a lovely girlfriend today and her new saying is &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ext &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;uesday...Fuck I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all who are pissing me off right now..  I shall C U Next Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh &lt;a href="http://givemethejack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bo&lt;/a&gt;, you are such a delight, must be all that bubba making that has been going on..Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3907537065662005120?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3907537065662005120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3907537065662005120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3907537065662005120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3907537065662005120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/doctor-shopping.html' title='Doctor Shopping.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1131092932743617274</id><published>2008-10-28T01:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:50:13.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The no sleep rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and it's giving me the shits bigtime!!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1131092932743617274?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1131092932743617274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1131092932743617274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1131092932743617274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1131092932743617274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-sleep-rollercoaster.html' title='The no sleep rollercoaster'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-781342654490305337</id><published>2008-10-27T21:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:07:57.952+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>I had a comment from someone I don't know but quite happy to know. Anyway I was reading &lt;a href="http://storminateacupwithsugar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Storms&lt;/a&gt; blog and there was some talk about telling the truth in blogworld.&lt;br /&gt;Well im here to tell all 2 readers of this blog that I have not lied once on this blog. I have no reason to lie. I have met a few from the blogworld and they would know if I have lied.&lt;br /&gt;Some truths about me:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 39.&lt;br /&gt;2 kids who sometimes I could bury in the orchard!! but I love with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have an orange orchard&lt;br /&gt;Live in rural/regional NSW Where doesn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;Im a size 8.&lt;br /&gt;Have lost 55kgs.&lt;br /&gt;Weigh today 59.8kgs&lt;br /&gt;I use to be a happygolucky kinda girl but since my husbands affair im a cranky old cunt, who wont take shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My kids say I frown alot now.&lt;br /&gt;I use to be blonde but as im a cranky cunt now, I have changed to short dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;Im so fucking sick of people riding on my coat tails.&lt;br /&gt;We own and run a roads work company and Im so sick of dealing with fuckwads, im ready to scream&lt;br /&gt;BUT, im a nice person deep down and yeah im full of myself! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are heaps more truths about me but I can't be bothered saying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and I get my licence back in 5 weeks, but who's counting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for reading &lt;a href="http://storminateacupwithsugar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, even if it was to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;a href="http://shrinkingkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitty&lt;/a&gt;?, another boring post to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-781342654490305337?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/781342654490305337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=781342654490305337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/781342654490305337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/781342654490305337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4896233038068948067</id><published>2008-10-23T20:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:35:56.028+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noll Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQBFVWxvitI/AAAAAAAAANE/xPdDdGOAs1I/s1600-h/splash-noturningback2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQBFVWxvitI/AAAAAAAAANE/xPdDdGOAs1I/s320/splash-noturningback2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280597962525394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick post.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see Shannon Noll. Yes laugh as much as you like. Long story of how I came to get a ticket, but the fact is I went even when I wasnt really a fan.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Im now a fan. He was a fair dinkum Aussie, a really nice guy who I would bonk anytime.&lt;br /&gt;End of Post.&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4896233038068948067?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4896233038068948067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4896233038068948067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4896233038068948067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4896233038068948067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/noll-burger.html' title='The Noll Burger'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SQBFVWxvitI/AAAAAAAAANE/xPdDdGOAs1I/s72-c/splash-noturningback2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1563871040769209278</id><published>2008-10-21T12:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:28:17.235+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake is the new sleep!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping all that much these days. I know it's from stress.&lt;br /&gt;Before all that stuff with my husband happened, I could almost sleep for a week. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed about 9pm so tired, asleep by 9.30pm awake at 2.30ish am, then im up for the day. I find when this happens I get in to a non sleep pattern. This is when I get really emotional and make silly mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;Any ideas of how to change this?? I do have sleeping tabs that I took after I found out about Pete's affair. As I only slept about 2 hours every second night for the first week until I went to the docs for the tabs. I really don't want to take them if I don't have too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still doing interviews, so far I have 3 really great guys who will be fantastic for our company. I can honestly say I have never met so many bullshitting dickheads in my life. I had one guy rock up to the interview, not having washed his hair for a week or more, riding a pushbike from the tip. He told me he was a non drinker but had a licence but no car as it is easier to get around on the bike then he wont get caught for drink driving!!! For Fucks Sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have just found out that the office manager has sold all of our office furniture when he moved offices,(I cant remember being told about this.) So basically I have to fit out a full office when I move it here in Dec. He said all he has is a fileing cabinet and the computer??? Then how does the office run? Does he sit on the floor?? I'm telling you there will be hell to pay when I get over to Tassie and see what is really going on. &lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Stop trusting so many people!!&lt;br /&gt;Peter is so pissed off. We gave this guy 25 grand 3yrs ago to help build his new home inlew for a rented office at his home. It was a gentlemans handshake. Im not sure what we will do about the money owing. Time will tell. I need to get the office here then deal with all that.&lt;br /&gt;My weight is still doing ok. I hover between 58 - 59kgs. I was down to 57kgs but it has crept back on. People have asked how I have kept it off with everything going on in my life. The answer is walking. Remember Im walking Wilma as I wont get my licence back until Nov 28! I walk 6kms just to check the mail. I try to eat really well with only a smallish treat every day. Sometimes I think the more you look in to all of the weightloss stuff the harder you making it for yourself, but that is another post.&lt;br /&gt;A big congrats to &lt;a href="http://givemethejack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bo&lt;/a&gt; and Mrs Bo, they are expecting their first bub!!  Yay! Better you than me!&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Bubba's I think my Blue healer Minni has a belly full of legs..LOL The dad would be our other Blue dog Sam, So they will be pedagree pups. If im right she will be due in about a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone, Im still reading all the blogs but as always not saying much.&lt;br /&gt;Love to you &lt;a href="http://emmys4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;! (((hugs)))&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1563871040769209278?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1563871040769209278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1563871040769209278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1563871040769209278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1563871040769209278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/awake-is-new-sleep.html' title='Awake is the new sleep!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6295445635487886709</id><published>2008-10-15T17:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:25:34.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunters</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the lovely comments I received for my last post! &lt;br /&gt;As our company has won a large contract for the next 12 months, we need to hire some staff members. OMG! I wonder if people can read, or do they just want to say they rang so they can get the dole for another month. The advert clearly said, Must have drivers licence. I kid you not I have had about 10 people call and say, well Ive lost my licence and I will get it back in 6 months, or I have my L's will that do. No it won't do. We need someone who can drive a company vehicle. I'm sure i will get cancer of the brain as I have spend countless hours on the phone sussing people out.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few who will be good I think. Interviews start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going along good, well what else can go wrong? LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a few trips to Tassie to finalise our office change over to NSW. We use to live in Tassie for 11yrs before we moved to NSW 3yrs ago, hence the office manager still in Tassie. (Until Dec) Its such a pain in the arse but exciting all the same. I will have to get my brain out of mush mode and in the real world. My job is the basic accounting etc but it is also implementing our quality assurance system for all our jobs. This is where the brain power will come in to play. I know I can it cause I'm a strong woman and can do anything I put my mind too. (lots of self talk is happening here..LOL)&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining and the whole family is fit and well. Cant ask for more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Boy its good to be back!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6295445635487886709?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6295445635487886709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6295445635487886709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6295445635487886709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6295445635487886709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/job-hunters.html' title='Job Hunters'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7935883549004747504</id><published>2008-10-13T16:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:58:18.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Brink</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;I know you missed me!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyones emails checking up on me. I'm doing fine thanks.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in my life since my last post. I will just list them in point form.&lt;br /&gt;- Husbands affair&lt;br /&gt;(I now have a new husband, He has changed so much, time will tell if this lasts)&lt;br /&gt;- Found out daughter (now 15) has been smoking drugs, drinking, smoking, having sex.&lt;br /&gt;- Daughter had a party when we were out and our house got trashed&lt;br /&gt;- House broken in to and stuff stolen.&lt;br /&gt;- Son (now 12) had his front teeth knocked out at school.&lt;br /&gt;-  My Dad died.&lt;br /&gt;- Got a phone call from my twin cousins (on my dad's side) that have been looking for my brother and I for about 20yrs&lt;br /&gt;- Our business manager is leaving at Xmas, so now I'm the new manager and I have to work full time :( Fucking sucks, but at least im the boss and can work my own hours and I get a pay rise.&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't been to the gym fro 4 months and my fitness has left the building.&lt;br /&gt;- Weight is still good, im 59kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you all wish you had my life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know that im one fucking strong woman! It's amazing the inner strenght you have when you really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7935883549004747504?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7935883549004747504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7935883549004747504' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7935883549004747504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7935883549004747504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-from-brink.html' title='Back from the Brink'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7965447960593373390</id><published>2008-07-24T08:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:59:49.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My life thus far.</title><content type='html'>Well, where do I start. It has been one hell of a month. &lt;br /&gt;I have gone from a blubbering mess on the floor, almost begging him not to leave me to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Pete took a week of work and we spent it at the farm. Almost everything that was said was from me. I guess there isn't much he could say, but he did try to blame it on me. I wasn't there for him emotionally, I spent too much money so he had to work harder to pay for mine and the kids lifestyle. Rah Rah fucking Rah.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm NOT to blame. I didn't call her, I didn't have dinner with her on many occasions, I didn't put his dick in her on more than on occasion. I am NOT to blame. He is 46yo. He has a brain and made his own choices. &lt;br /&gt;The thing that I'm so angry about is, the first week we started fighting about money, he picked on me cause I was too skinny, not good enough at the housework, garden etc. That week I groveled like a fucking kicked dog. He asked me to get his motorbike resisted, cut his hair, etc. All so he could get away to see Carol quickly on Saturday morning. I feel I did all I could to get them together without me knowing. All whilst sucking up his arse. This can not be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is his turn to grovel. I have told him that I need to fix my world, not our world. I need to work on ME and what MY needs in life are. He is part of my life NOT my whole life. Same as the money, house, farm, company etc. I think he has shit himself that I'm finally after all these (20) years I'm sticking up for myself. Right now I understand that just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to stay with them if your not happy. &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting counseling next week. Right now I feel strong and healthy, but I know I'm not really, as I'm still using tablets to sleep and it is always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was obsessed with where they went, how long they spoke on the phone etc. None of that matters, I was just punishing myself over this. It really doesn't matter the fact is that HE did it of HIS own free will.&lt;br /&gt;I feel such an invasion of privacy as I know they spoke about me alot, Our company has a website with my photo (and its the worst one) and my mobile number as well as things I have done for the company. She knows SO much about me.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know he hasn't contacted her for about 3 weeks, well not on his mobile anyway. I told him that if he did, I will not negotiate and I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;After adding up mobile calls, some dinners (still waiting for the visa statement) B&amp;Bs drinks and loss of wages as he was with her, this little affair has cost us about $6000. Looking at receipts she didn't pay for a thing.&lt;br /&gt;If she contacts him or is in our life in any way revenge with start.&lt;br /&gt;I will put all her details (name, home mobile and work phone numbers, work address) on blog page. I have spoke to another blogger who is willing to do the same. I will out those deails on every comment I make, and comment on blogs from overseas or anything I come across. I will email her boss, and send letters and finally pay a visit to her when im in the area distributing pamphlets of what sort of a person she is to all her neighbours. If she stays aways, she will be safe from my rage.&lt;br /&gt;I still weigh 58kgs, I'm looking smoking hot. Have a new short hair cut and colour. I know Pete will hate it but life is all about ME so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I will start back at the gym next week and getting life back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dealing with my kids, they have been very hurt and confused about all this.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you up to date with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for every ones support.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7965447960593373390?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7965447960593373390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7965447960593373390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7965447960593373390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7965447960593373390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-thus-far.html' title='My life thus far.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4352245654914950818</id><published>2008-07-08T15:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:27:54.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is alittle brighter.</title><content type='html'>Life is looking up. I'm not going to go in to all the details here, but I do know that this little romance with the pensioner was only going on for about 2 and half weeks. I have access to all the phone records credit card statements etc. I know much more than the thinks I do. I even have found out where the woman works. So If need be I can upset her lovely life. Right now I choose not too. She is what I like to call the snot in a cold. Pete and I have the cold, she is the snot. No cold = no snot..LOL&lt;br /&gt;We have spend hours and hour and hours talking. I honestly believe things will work out. If not then I know I have tried 10000% with the marriage and that its not meant to be. Its a time will tell thing. &lt;br /&gt;I'm on sleeping tablets now and im weening myself off them this week, I'm starting to be able to eat again. This is not worth getting myself sick over, I need to be well and strong for both my kids and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was in Bunnings today, looking for a new pot for my fav African Violet and low and behold, the manager walked up to me and offered me a job. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;At this stage it is for stocktake but who know what will happen. (Mind you somehow I dont think Bunnings if for me) So I took the job.&lt;br /&gt;So the sun is shining again, and we are both doing our best to keep the clouds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Miss Kitty. I have missed ya hard bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4352245654914950818?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4352245654914950818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4352245654914950818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4352245654914950818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4352245654914950818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-alittle-brighter.html' title='Life is alittle brighter.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6710596033909472958</id><published>2008-07-04T01:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:35:36.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Life Really Fucked?</title><content type='html'>I still don't know. I'm still riding this roller coaster. Still not sleeping. Eating bugger all. It's so hard to work this stuff out when my Husband is away and won't be home until about Wed. He did say he will take a week off to spend time with us.&lt;br /&gt;I understand why he did it but I can't accept that he did do it...Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm all agreeing on trying to work things out, the next day we are trying to work out a suitable payout so we don't have to go though the courts in the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;He admits it was SO wrong what he did but why can't we move on and forget about it? he doesn't understand how violated I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a 100% angel in this marriage. I do take him for granted etc... Maybe its because I hardly see him. Maybe 1.5 days a week or fortnight. I think we have both forgotten what the word marriage means. We are reaching for the stars to set ourselves up for the rest of our lives and grabbing more than one, but our relationship is suffering almost beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to get a job. For many reasons, I'm the bored rich housewife who's brain is going to mush. Also I feel in contributing to the finances, not just spending them. Mind you I do work a full time job, helping run the company and bring up 2 kids. Not to mention the bloody zoo we have here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a qualified swim teacher!! In fact I'm an Austswim assessor. I have worked hard to get this qualified. I can work casually, earn a few buck, work the brain and FREE GYM!!&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6710596033909472958?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6710596033909472958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6710596033909472958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6710596033909472958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6710596033909472958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-life-really-fucked.html' title='Is Life Really Fucked?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8529304018084497580</id><published>2008-07-03T02:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:16:51.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooops</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, Look how bloody skinny I am? check out that ticker. Fuck stress is great for weightloss! I use to hear people say that, but I use to always eat when I was stressed. In a way its a shame this didnt happen 10kgs ago, that way I wouldnt have  had to bloody dieted so much..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Yes my readers you have to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8529304018084497580?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8529304018084497580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8529304018084497580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8529304018084497580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8529304018084497580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/oooops.html' title='Oooops'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4190665398453437727</id><published>2008-07-03T01:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:12:55.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a WINNER!!</title><content type='html'>Morning all. Yet again its a non sleeping night. I tend to go to sleep about 11 and wake about 12-1am and that's it for the night. Its 2am LOL&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my tennis grand final. I'm a B grade player, and have said when I stop laughing and start getting serious about it all, that is when I'm giving the sport up.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm loving it and the woman I play with. (Get your head out of the gutter Kitty!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;As the title says I'm a winner. Yep our B grade Ladies Wed Morning team won!&lt;br /&gt;We play one singles match, ( I won 6-5, with a great come back from being down 4-1)&lt;br /&gt;Then by the time I finished the first doubles match, we had won on points. Being a good sport and despite the rain, we still played out second doubles game.&lt;br /&gt;Gee I really noticed how my fitness as come along. I think we won because we out ran them and wore them out, not a damn thing to do with skill. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I got a gift voucher at the local handbag shop for my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;Would you also believe that I won 2 raffles..LOL During our end of season luncheon we have a continuous raffle. I won a platter and make up bag.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly had the best day out that I have had for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that for once in my life I have my husband groveling to me, not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empowered and liberated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using phone records, I have found out that this all started about the 10th of June. I did notice that an old phone bill was laying around a week or so back and he was checking it out. Something he never does. &lt;br /&gt;I found out all the info as I have online billing!!&lt;br /&gt;Once the credit card statements come in I will be able to work out where the took her etc. I know he would use this card as due to the nature of our business all these are tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again thank you all so much for all your support. Its wonderful to be able to vent on here.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4190665398453437727?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4190665398453437727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4190665398453437727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4190665398453437727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4190665398453437727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-winner.html' title='I am a WINNER!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-363443184672635996</id><published>2008-07-02T03:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:59:11.958+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The rollercoaster is slowing down,,,,I think,,</title><content type='html'>Its 3.40am as I type this. Sleep is something that was once a distant memory. I'm lucky to be getting 3 hours a night since this happened. I've gone from disbelief to rage, hurt, and back again. He told me he wanted to get his road bike registered so he could ride it again. I was the one who did all the work to get this done. As I don't have a licence, I had to walk all over town getting, a pink slip (roadworthy) and green slip (3rd party insurance, yes NSW is fucked the way they do this stuff.) and to the RTA many times as i didn't know I had to do all this stuff. All so he could meet with his pensioner (thanks for that word Kitty..LOL) Yes my friends this woman was in her 50's LMAO. To think I was worried that I found 3 grey pubes. I feel like smashing this bike with a hammer. This bike is a GSXR1000. Worth more than many cars. This was how he got to meet his nanna.&lt;br /&gt;But do I lower myself to this...I think not. I am a survivor, I'm strong, I'm woman hear me roar. My husband is or should I say was quite controlling. This had changed. The ball is in my court now. I told him I'm no longer that down trodden wife, who he wouldn't let work outside our company, or have any real friendships. I feel like getting my hair cut really short, or something different for me because im now a different person. The only think that is stopping me is that my hair takes 100yrs to grow so if I hate it, I'm stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I hate him and wont take any of his phone calls. When we do talk, he keeps saying that he is so sorry and he fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder...Is he truly sorry for hurting me? or sorry for getting caught? or sorry the fucking million dollar plus payout that I would be getting if I left him?&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your support. There arn't any quick and easy answers to this problem, only time. Lucky Ive got plenty of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-363443184672635996?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/363443184672635996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=363443184672635996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/363443184672635996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/363443184672635996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/07/rollercoaster-is-slowing-downi-think.html' title='The rollercoaster is slowing down,,,,I think,,'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1937092734635433862</id><published>2008-06-30T18:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:03:29.015+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Fucked or is just my husband?</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how life goes along great the a sledge hammer hits you in the head?&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been a bit tense to say the least. My husband has been up me for the amount of money I have been spending over the past few months. Yep fair enough I have been alittle excessive. I agree. After 2 weeks of fighting, and reconciliation. I found out last night that my darling husband has been having an affair. I caught him as he went away for the weekend motorbike riding, yet he stayed in a B&amp;B for $270 a night, the spent $120 on meals and about the same on drinks. Lots for a single guy huh? So of course I checked his phone and found strange numbers etc. He admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I haven't slept since Saturday night. I cant eat. I keep vomiting. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a glass of wine as i type this. My heart has been ripped from my chest. &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE MAKE THIS PAIN STOP!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1937092734635433862?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1937092734635433862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1937092734635433862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1937092734635433862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1937092734635433862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-fucked-or-is-just-my-husband.html' title='Life is Fucked or is just my husband?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5811623024119872209</id><published>2008-06-13T21:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:58:27.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax Much</title><content type='html'>Hmm today, Friday the 13th, yes something very ugly happened to me!&lt;br /&gt;I was in the change rooms in Tarrgeee(Target)trying on a top and I felt my schmoo was a bit tender. It usually its alittle bit after a spin class (I worked like a dog at the one last night) and the bike riding Ive been doing didn't help, so I thought I would take a look.... FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY HAIRS.......OMG 3 of the buggers.. Fuck me! I'm sure I have a few on my head but considering I don't even know what my natural colour is any more, I had forgotten about getting grey ones up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!! So what do I do? Go Brazilian or just enjoy the new flowers that have spouted in the garden of love?? But if I do that I will have to admit to myself that I'm closer to 40 than the 20 I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Getting old is grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5811623024119872209?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5811623024119872209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5811623024119872209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5811623024119872209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5811623024119872209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/wax-much.html' title='Wax Much'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8149707401011836545</id><published>2008-06-10T20:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:04:51.107+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Burning Question</title><content type='html'>Can you loose weight off your Vajayjay? HMMM. The reason I ask is things feel different down there. LOL. Like breasy when I walk. Maybe its because my thighs don't rub any more. &lt;a href="http://thin-enough.blogspot.com/"&gt;KatieP&lt;/a&gt; mentioned in her blog once about how her butt cheeks have a bit of space or something to those words. That has happened to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely weekend at the farm, cutting wood and other farm duties. Sheep are very fat and happy. Life is good now im well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you are burning down there you should see a doctor LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8149707401011836545?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8149707401011836545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8149707401011836545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8149707401011836545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8149707401011836545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/burning-question.html' title='A Burning Question'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7527220410702554507</id><published>2008-06-06T09:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:27:15.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the Ctiy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SEhxT9wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OT-TrDRxD_E/s1600-h/sex+and+the+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SEhxT9wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OT-TrDRxD_E/s320/sex+and+the+city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537556861954850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those people who manage to get opening night tickets to Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night with my girlfriends, and I even had a bag of lollies with Diet Coke of course..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happens? Does Carrie marry Big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well what happened was Carrie......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me and I will let you know...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight today: 61.2kgs, I love it when you are wearing size 28 Sass and Bide jeans,looking shit hot when you see people who have been nasty to you!! Grin. Some times you don't need to say a word.. A look is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now. Went to the gym yesterday, I had to go down a little with my weights but my trainer said it wont take long to get back up there again.&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic long weekend (Does all of Aust have it?) I'm going to the farm for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7527220410702554507?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7527220410702554507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7527220410702554507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7527220410702554507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7527220410702554507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-ctiy.html' title='Sex and the Ctiy'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SEhxT9wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OT-TrDRxD_E/s72-c/sex+and+the+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5331621949244186190</id><published>2008-06-03T21:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:42:08.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Wilma</title><content type='html'>As most of you know from past posts, I have lost my licence for 6 months for speeding. Well loss of points from speeding in fact, not doing something really silly.&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first non licence shopping day. (I did loose my licence last Wednesday but was too sick to care, I'm feeling 90% better now) Its so amazing the stuff you notice when your walking. I don't live far from town, about 3-2kms, but I live in the country. On the side of town I live there are mainly farms. About 12yrs ago the farm we live on was sub-divided, so there are a few smaller blocks (less than an acre) and a few larger blocks (3 acres, like mine). Ours was one of the original farms hence the reason my house is about 80+ yrs old. Most of the burbs is on the other side of town where the newer homes and most of the new estates are. With me? Good.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that almost every car that pasted me slowed down to look at me. That there is a local bus service. I noticed that heaps and heaps of people smoke and that there are some weired people around. I guess i noticed as when I was in the main street I didn't have the safety of my car to go to. I was quite organised with where I had to go so I didn't have to back track too much. Bank, Pharmacy, fruit shop, supermarket etc. I got my fruit and veg delivered the same with my groceries. Meaning I had very little to carry home. I was about 150ms from my driveway, walking past a neighbouring farm, when a big truck stopped not far in front of me. There was no reason for this truck to stop there. Alarm bells when off in my head. I took heaps of notice of this truck, name and number on the side etc. The guy got out whilst watching me and got under the trailer. I made a wide birth past him and he wasn't doing anything under the trailer, just watching me. I quickened my step and he called out to me. "Have you got far to go with all those bags?" ( I had bugger all with me) I yelled nope I'm only a few houses away. He watched me walk all the way home, then drove off.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would have happened if I didn't quicken my step or have taken a wide birth??&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to prove you should listen to your sixth sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW; Walking isn't all that bad and my arse is thanking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5331621949244186190?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5331621949244186190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5331621949244186190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5331621949244186190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5331621949244186190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-wilma.html' title='Walking Wilma'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1978309721535511403</id><published>2008-06-01T13:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:43:41.715+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 of illness</title><content type='html'>It has been 7 days since I have felt like a human. I'm just starting to feel alittle better today. I'm telling you this flu has put me on my arse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why when I'm fit and healthy, I could get this sick. My whole family has it. Lucy is well now but Tom got it yesterday. Poor Pete is in Melbourne working with it.&lt;br /&gt;As I have lost my licence, I was even too sick to get to the doctors, so I cancelled the appointment. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day! A well one I hope. At this stage I still think a gym visit is a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for every ones kind words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;PS: Katie, you look awesome, sorry for the lack of comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1978309721535511403?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1978309721535511403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1978309721535511403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1978309721535511403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1978309721535511403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-7-of-illness.html' title='Day 7 of illness'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1068705582204444980</id><published>2008-05-29T08:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:50:18.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Dead</title><content type='html'>Nah not dead just wishing I was.. I'm bloody sick. I have the flu. Not one of these pissey colds that some people call the flu as the smile at you. I'm talking, body aching, sweating, vomiting, diarrhoea, razor blades in my chest, coughing up stuff that I didnt know could come out of your body, runny nose, blocked nose dizzy, non eating flu.&lt;br /&gt;I've had it since Sunday. (Which I will add I got whilst I was on a 12hr drive for work) Today is Thursday and im still sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah im feeling sorry for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;PS: The flu is great for weight loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1068705582204444980?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1068705582204444980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1068705582204444980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1068705582204444980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1068705582204444980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-dead.html' title='Not Dead'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3690595597966629676</id><published>2008-05-19T20:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:47:22.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wedding Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFVf4EkR3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UxsDZhg_BNM/s1600-h/Mums+folder+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFVf4EkR3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UxsDZhg_BNM/s320/Mums+folder+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202033050705479538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFVQIEkR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/d19ihwFxTaI/s1600-h/Mums+folder+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFVQIEkR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/d19ihwFxTaI/s320/Mums+folder+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202032780122539874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh dont you love a good wedding?&lt;br /&gt;This was fantastic. Half of the people there didnt know there was going to be a wedding. In fact no one was supsoe to know but my sister inlaw has a bloody big mouth. The celebrant came and went during the meal. No one took any notice of him. We slipped away and got changed. The music started and out I came first with my little neice as the flower girl. (of course I was crying like a baby.) then the bridesmade cause I was the best man. Then the bride.. Everyone was in shock. Most people were crying too. It was a lovely service.., romantic, short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top pic is of my brother and myself...yeah it was later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next pic is of Miss Feral 14, my girl Lucy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget...look how bloody skinny I am..size 8 girlfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my family were shocked, and kept asking my secret to weightloss.. HaHa Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I said, running my arse off, weight training and eating well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies bedtime for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week! No doubt you will be hearing from me again. Donna tagged me..woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3690595597966629676?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3690595597966629676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3690595597966629676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3690595597966629676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3690595597966629676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-wedding-pics.html' title='Weekend Wedding Pics'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFVf4EkR3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UxsDZhg_BNM/s72-c/Mums+folder+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1051933969035584103</id><published>2008-05-19T20:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:22:17.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a ripper of a Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFTQYEkR1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B29mB0TyXo4/s1600-h/Mums+folder+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFTQYEkR1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B29mB0TyXo4/s320/Mums+folder+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202030585394251602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;WOW what a weekend it was. A bloody ripper. As you know we had the christening of my nephew and now godson.. Isn't he cute? Well he does look better in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair and make up done for the occasion. Hmm well for $130. I came away looking like a Hi5 wannabe drag queen on crack! Needless to say I fixed my hair a little and cleaned up the make up a tad. After this we went to the reception center for a feast.. Yep I did eat. I'm scared to weigh in the morning but you know what? I couldn't careless. Its not like I do it everyday. I love my shirt. It is a Alex Perry and Im not ashamed to say I almost spent a weeks wages on it. Shame I had to wear a jacket with it. (It was an Alana Hill jacket..yep bragging again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check out the wedding post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1051933969035584103?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1051933969035584103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1051933969035584103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1051933969035584103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1051933969035584103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-ripper-of-weekend.html' title='What a ripper of a Weekend.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SDFTQYEkR1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B29mB0TyXo4/s72-c/Mums+folder+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1955228815344204751</id><published>2008-05-16T20:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:42:12.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>Just to bore the shit out of you all, in this my non weight loss blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken to the one who knows best and we have decided that 60kgs is a good weight for me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I will add im still eating wedding cake on Sunday. Im best man for my brother..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Also god mother to his little man....I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;Pic will come...&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1955228815344204751?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1955228815344204751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1955228815344204751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1955228815344204751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1955228815344204751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6739092166185778449</id><published>2008-05-16T08:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:08:22.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>LOST: Another kilo Now 62kgs. Yay also at goal. Not sure if this if the final goal or not.. Maybe 60kgs will be. Is anyone ever happy with their weight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUND: My new body under all the blubber, and my new found freedom that serious weight loss brings. I will blog about this some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic week, I'm off to Melbourne tomorrow!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If anyone finds that Kilo I lost people don't return it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6739092166185778449?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6739092166185778449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6739092166185778449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6739092166185778449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6739092166185778449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7866657824964950058</id><published>2008-05-14T20:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:30:06.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks So Much!</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much to everyone who left some really kind comments about my milestone.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to show off my body at the Christening/Wedding this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm wearing a size 8 dress. I will post pics early next week.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tiny Donna is going great guns with her weight loss. I'm so proud of her..&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone. I'm reading all the blogs.. Bugger all is new with me except..I weighed in at 62.4kgs Yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new trainer is kicking my size 8-10 arse big time. She is fantastic...she does make me swear, that is when I can catch my breath. I'm lifting weights that are much heavier than I would even think of lifting. Thanks Miss W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New post when something happens or early next week with pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7866657824964950058?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7866657824964950058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7866657824964950058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7866657824964950058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7866657824964950058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-so-much.html' title='Thanks So Much!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8307299202865144579</id><published>2008-05-10T17:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:47:38.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone................</title><content type='html'>I have reached a milestone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed in at 63kilos exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS: 113kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW: 63kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=        &lt;strong&gt;50 KILOS LOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking good effort if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** Anyone notice that this is becoming another bloody weightloss blog??? 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Who am I to say no? After all I did win the last one at the gym...(Bragging) This challenge is 2 PT sessions a week and a written plan for the rest of the week. Yesterday was my first session.. OMG!! A serious weight session..I'm lifting much heaver weights than I have ever done. Goes to prove you can do much more than you think you can do. I mentioned to my trainer that I might do a cardio session on my dreadmil at home. She said to me. "No might Cheryl, You will!" This chick reminds me of a Staffy. She is a small ball of muscle, a sweet smile and personality until provoked, then she strikes.. LOL..When I looked at her with eyes like saucers, She said. Well you don't have to like me..LOL. She is SO what a I need. Someone who wont take any shit from me.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up so tired and hungry. I'm having a massage today, and im really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do a bit of shopping today. I don't think I have mentioned it before but on the 18th of May, I'm a Godmother to my nephew. The same day but different venue my Brother and his Girl are getting married. I'm a witness/ bridesmaid in that. I need to find something to wear. Of course im going 2 different outfits. I know for the wedding I have to wear a black dress. I do have one which will do but, any excuse to get some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for something plain but shows off my figure. My family give me the shits. (Aunts, uncles and cousins) My weight is always the topic of convo. Fuck i started loosing weight in 2000. Ive been a normal size for about 5 yrs... Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I say hi and kiss them, the look me up and down and say..ohhh yes she has put on a few Kg, the another will say, Do you think so? All while im standing there. If the subject comes up on the 18th, Im telling them all to FUCK OFF. Im an adult, and I feel I have the right to say as I feel. Mind you Im the smallest they have seen me right now...This is why I know for sure the subject will come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to the shops for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2038386971896838822?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2038386971896838822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2038386971896838822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2038386971896838822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2038386971896838822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-got-new-trainer.html' title='Ive Got A New Trainer.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5195961293909104554</id><published>2008-05-05T09:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:31:32.458+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is over..Boooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SB5ID8dEvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iNkluZ6kp_8/s1600-h/toms+room+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SB5ID8dEvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iNkluZ6kp_8/s320/toms+room+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196670252637011042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, Weekend is over..way to quick for my liking.  :(&lt;br /&gt;I had the most relaxing weekend. We spent it at the farm. It was so peaceful. Telstra was doing its best to piss me off. The farms phone wasnt working again. 3rd time this year. I doubt we have made 5 calls all year. So if they charge me for rent, they will be hearing about it. Im not paying for something that doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look stunning in the pic??  Yeah you know I do.The farm is as far away from Sydney fashion week at it gets.. That is Sam with me and Pixie is behind me, protecting me from any wild animals that should try to do me harm..Grin. To be honest I think she would run the other way!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting another challange at the gym today. This time it is 2 PT sessions a week, with weighins, fitness test etc.  No doubt I will find out more when I have my first session this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to &lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss TD&lt;/a&gt; for her loss in the past week!  Go girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a fantastic week. No doubt you will be hearing from me again this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5195961293909104554?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5195961293909104554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5195961293909104554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5195961293909104554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5195961293909104554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-is-overboooo.html' title='Weekend is over..Boooo'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/SB5ID8dEvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iNkluZ6kp_8/s72-c/toms+room+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6015751765343567991</id><published>2008-04-30T09:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:58:28.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother.</title><content type='html'>I can't get channel 10 here, as I live in the arse end of nowhere. (Ok so its not the arse end but when im in my heels I can see it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Big Brother...Yep sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyway of watching it online????. I know they have the website and stuff, but I want to watch the daily show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6015751765343567991?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6015751765343567991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6015751765343567991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6015751765343567991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6015751765343567991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-665869146940477021</id><published>2008-04-30T09:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:58:10.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is back to normal...but for how long?</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;Life is back to normal...but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;As I have said in a previous post school holidays mean travel for me. Mainly because Im not bound to working or doing stuff during school hours. Now the kids are back to school, life slows down alittle for me.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to Melbourne twice!! Lucky I love driving and road trips.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about driving, the dreaded letter came yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mrs Cheryl,&lt;br /&gt;The law requires that a driver licence must be suspended if the holder has incurred 2 or more demerit points for offences committed during a period of good behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence of incurring the demerit points off the offences listed below, your unrestricted Class C driver licence will be suspended on and from 28 MAY 2008 for a period of 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a bad girl. Bend over and get your arse smacked, and don't drive your (or anyone elses) bloody car!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!!   So my bike is going to the shop for repairs, and it will be leg power all the way..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cold here right now, Im talking 9 deg. I HATE winter with a passion...HATE HATE HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank you to everyone who was kind enough to leave me a happy birthday comments, texts and phone calls. It was very sweet of you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-665869146940477021?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/665869146940477021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=665869146940477021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/665869146940477021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/665869146940477021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-back-to-normalbut-for-how-long.html' title='Life is back to normal...but for how long?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3851307483727329555</id><published>2008-04-25T12:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:52:24.535+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my party and I can cry if I want to.</title><content type='html'>Hello my faithful readers..Grin&lt;br /&gt;ANZAC DAY!! Today is a day when im proud to be an Australian. I'm so thankful for what our diggers have done for us.&lt;br /&gt;Today im thinking about those lost in the war and those overseas and at home serving for our country!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest We Forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday...Yay.. 39 big ones!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky and spoilt this year.&lt;br /&gt;I got a lovely T&amp;CO.® triple drop pendant. It tried to get a pic of the net (My camera has died, hence no pics of late) but It wouldn't let me download it but here is the &lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=21638765&amp;mcat=148204&amp;cid=287465&amp;search_params=s+5-p+20-c+287465-r+101323338-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you want to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;I also got a weight bench, bar and some more weights for my gym.&lt;br /&gt;Some lovely &lt;a href="http://www.swarovski.com/product/Euphoria+Pierced+Earrings/Web_AU/en?CategoryName=0104028&amp;ProductPage=0"&gt;earrings&lt;/a&gt; from my daughter, they look shit in the this pic. They are little balls. Very nice!&lt;br /&gt;My son got me a top and some socks from Lorna Jane. &lt;br /&gt;Yep we did a spot of shopping whilst I was in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home and not going to the farm for the weekend as one of our staff members let us down and didn't turn up for work, so my darling Husband has to stay back and finish the job. It has cost this wanker his job. He was on $30 (fulltime) an hour with a car. Not bad for an unskilled labourer huh? We pay good money and get dickheads!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note my sweet little Pixie has joined the family and everyone loves her. She is a sweet little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their long weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I'm pleased to report that the pants I wore to the &lt;a href="http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday.html"&gt;christening&lt;/a&gt; are a little too big and I now weigh 63.4kgs, not bad huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3851307483727329555?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3851307483727329555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3851307483727329555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3851307483727329555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3851307483727329555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-my-party-and-i-can-cry-if-i-want.html' title='Its my party and I can cry if I want to.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5556801696422981115</id><published>2008-04-20T20:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:49:12.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Again.</title><content type='html'>Hey all&lt;br /&gt;Its Sunday again!! Comes around so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a flat out week, its school holidays here in NSW, so for me that means travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the earlier part of the week in Canberra, a few days at home then the weekend at the farm. We has an awesome time in Canberra, just not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Melbourne tomorrow for a few days, then home for one then the farm for 3..Yay! I love my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your all going to hate me for saying this but its so bloody nice not to be tied down to a 9 to 5 job. Mine is flexible, so flexible that I work when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;The bonus for being your own boss I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my darling little man Sam? Well when I was the gym on Friday, I saw the vet nurse. I was talking to her about Sam and about a little red healer pup called Pixie.&lt;br /&gt;Pixie is the runt of the litter, her Mum is the Vets dog. Anyway sweet little Pixie, still hasn't got a home and she is 5 months old. She is tiny, I mean tiny. She is smaller than my corgi, My man Sam towers over her and they are the same age.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this little pup to my husband. He said that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about it and went on with my day. The next day husband said to me, Well what time do you pick up Pixie?? I laughed and said what are you talking about? He said well I know you want her, go and get her!! I told he she was $250, he said, So?, she's yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my new daughter on Saturday, I'm SO in love. She wants me to carry her around and loves cuddles, Lucky I love giving them to her.&lt;br /&gt;So little Miss Pixie is coming to Melbourne.. Yay!!  Photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think im becoming an animal hoarder..I'm serious!!&lt;br /&gt;Last count:&lt;br /&gt;4 Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;3 Cats&lt;br /&gt;4 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;2 Hermit Crabs&lt;br /&gt;200 sheep&lt;br /&gt;4 Cows&lt;br /&gt;1000 goats&lt;br /&gt;2 Kids (My kids not the goats..Grin)&lt;br /&gt;1 Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more animals for me, well domestic ones anyway, I will get some more sheep and cows and no doubt the goats will breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weight loss and fitness side, I'm looking shit hot!.&lt;br /&gt;Not as skinny or as fit as others who blog but I'm looking the best I've looked for a long time. I'm feel fit, healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;This girl at the gym, who I hardly know, more or less just a hi, how are you? sort of relationship, isn't talking to me. In fact totally ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;I asked around and its because when she sees people make progress she gets shitty.&lt;br /&gt;She works out all week, then eats crap and drinks too much...Only herself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;So Miss C, if your reading this..FUCK OFF CAUSE I LOOK HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday on Friday( Yes all of Australia can have a long weekend for me, Funny how Anzac day is the same day. Huh?) Im 39. Its my last year of being in my 30's. When I turned 30 I was so stressed out about it. Im really excitied about turning 40. &lt;br /&gt;My 30's have been the best years of my life and I honestly think my 40's are going to be even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic week my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again later in the week if I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5556801696422981115?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5556801696422981115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5556801696422981115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5556801696422981115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5556801696422981115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-again.html' title='Sunday Again.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3449777116830402197</id><published>2008-04-12T07:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:16:05.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body Image is 24% Unhealthy, 76% Healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/bodyimage-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're body image is quite healthy, though you're sometimes a little bit too hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you've got a rockin' body - so enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/"&gt;How's Your Body Image?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://nikkid-downsizeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikkid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3449777116830402197?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3449777116830402197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3449777116830402197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3449777116830402197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3449777116830402197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-body-image-is-24-unhealthy-76.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3015278038413197219</id><published>2008-04-12T07:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:13:11.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im How Old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 30 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/30s.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're responsible, wise, and have enough experience to understand a lot of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the point in your life where you understand yourself pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are figuring out what you want... and how to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 30 something!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://nikkid-downsizeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikkid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3015278038413197219?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3015278038413197219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3015278038413197219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3015278038413197219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3015278038413197219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-how-old.html' title='Im How Old?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6974590547866293412</id><published>2008-04-11T21:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:28:52.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a WINNER!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm am a winner..with a capital W.&lt;br /&gt;Why I hear you ask?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really blog much about my weight and fitness stuff but this post is going to be about just that.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a look at my ticker above, (Is ok, I will wait while you look)&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a shit load of weight. Was 113kgs (8yrs ago) Now 64.6 today.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a Mothers Challenge Boot camp.&lt;br /&gt;3 days a week for an hour at a time running, weights, boxing etc.&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping it would be full of overweight women who have just dropped out a baby in the last day or so. This would give me a fighting chance.&lt;br /&gt;But nope...most were young (Hmmm) and slim with alittle pot belly. There were a few who were alittle bigger than me.&lt;br /&gt;Today at our end of challenge coffee morning, I was presented with the over all winning prize of a massage and detox sauna and spa treatment at one of the nicer spas in town!!&lt;br /&gt;Over all in 6 weeks I have lost 16.5cm off my body and 4kgs!!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what???&lt;br /&gt;I WAS THE OLDEST THERE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;So I'm feeling quite smug today and you never know I might even bore you with a few more weight loss and fitness posts..&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank the lovely &lt;a href="http://girlgetsitdone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; for all her help with my eating, and I also have to thank my legs for letting me run so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend all. I'm going to be the traveling woman over the next week or so. I'm going to Canberra on Monday and Tuesday. Hobart from Thurs to Sunday if all my meetings go ahead. So stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6974590547866293412?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6974590547866293412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6974590547866293412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6974590547866293412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6974590547866293412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-winner.html' title='I am a WINNER!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1041836298287585288</id><published>2008-04-10T14:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:56:48.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Posts in one day!! </title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Tiny Donna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Comma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/comma.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are open minded and extremely optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.&lt;br /&gt;You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;(But with so many competing interests, you friends do feel like you hardly have time for them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Inspiring people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: The Question Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck im fantastic!!  Arn't you lucky you know me??  LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1041836298287585288?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1041836298287585288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1041836298287585288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1041836298287585288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1041836298287585288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-posts-in-one-day.html' title='2 Posts in one day!! '/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-344089178617664264</id><published>2008-04-10T12:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:23:30.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing elephant story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R_157-aIYhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lfTygjoYjc8/s1600-h/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187436417072521746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R_157-aIYhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lfTygjoYjc8/s320/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 1986, Dan Harrison (see picture above)was on holiday in Kenya after graduatingfrom Northwestern University.On a hike through the bush, he came acrossa young bull elephant standing with one legraised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed,so Dan approached it very carefully.He got down on one knee and inspected theelephant's foot and found a large piece of wooddeeply embedded in it.As carefully and as gently as he could, Dan workedthe wood out with his hunting knife, after which theelephant gingerly put down its foot.The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Dan stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Dan never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later, Dan was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Dan and his son Dan Jr. were standing.The large bull elephant stared at Dan, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man. Remembering the encounter in 1986, Dan couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.Dan summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Dan's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly .Probably wasn't the same elephant.&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/1790661924417572725-344089178617664264?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/344089178617664264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=344089178617664264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/344089178617664264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/344089178617664264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing-elephant-story.html' title='An amazing elephant story...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R_157-aIYhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lfTygjoYjc8/s72-c/elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6254916720307999623</id><published>2008-03-31T13:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:44:20.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm Is this Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #110000 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #110000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 94px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 84px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 76px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #220011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #330077; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 52px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #220011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #330077; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 40px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #220011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #330077; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 58px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I stole this from Donna LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6254916720307999623?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6254916720307999623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6254916720307999623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6254916720307999623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6254916720307999623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmmm-is-this-right.html' title='Hmmmm Is this Right?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3966624781788447118</id><published>2008-03-30T11:44:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:12:59.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R-7jj4MmGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7xlHEn7xHuE/s1600-h/christening+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183330426670160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R-7jj4MmGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7xlHEn7xHuE/s320/christening+007.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183330018648267378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R-7jMIMmGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MC5r66oWbHc/s320/christening+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pics for you viewing pleasure....or burn your eyes, Whatever happens first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top pic is of my kidlets. Lucy and Tom, Bottom pic is some woman I saw walking so I asked her to stand with my son...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a christening yesterday. I was going to wear a dress but it was cold..Im so glad I didnt because almost everyone wasnt really dressed up....And no I don't have jeans on, they are pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged by my darling &lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss TD&lt;/a&gt;, I will do it in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from the RTA about my licence...Is this good? or is this normal for it to take longer that 2 weeks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway until next post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeeYa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3966624781788447118?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3966624781788447118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3966624781788447118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3966624781788447118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3966624781788447118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R-7jj4MmGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7xlHEn7xHuE/s72-c/christening+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1262239181795350962</id><published>2008-03-26T09:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:04:21.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>EATER IS OVER!</title><content type='html'>Yep its over...I call it eater, cause that is what I tend to do over the 4 day break. Where is the "S"?&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!! Its me...S is for Sloth. I didn't do any exercise over eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is away for 2 weeks...so I can do as I please and not worry if he has clean undies for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a lawyer regarding my loss of licence and all he could say is....Get a bike...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the letter from the RTA as yet, but im sure its in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have the best arse and legs after 6 months of bike riding...I will have to ride my bike to spin class, how funny is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Easter. We went camping for a few days and then to the farm for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always bugger all has happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to bootcamp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1262239181795350962?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1262239181795350962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1262239181795350962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1262239181795350962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1262239181795350962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/03/eater-is-over.html' title='EATER IS OVER!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1944414742401559632</id><published>2008-03-17T22:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:33:01.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGIVE ME BLOG LORD!</title><content type='html'>Ohh yes for I have sinned. Its been way to bloody long since my last blog. Im here to repent. or not...LOL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, life got in the way of some serious blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats new in my life??  Ohh where to start&lt;br /&gt;1/ Work is flat out&lt;br /&gt;2/ Have and still doing a Farm Chemical course&lt;br /&gt;3/ Have crutched some sheep. (that's clean up their face and arse by shearing) Well not me personally but I did help a little&lt;br /&gt;4/ Got daughters school suspension cut in half by acting like im a caring Mother. (The reason for her suspension will be in another post.)&lt;br /&gt;5/ I think Ive lost my licence for speeding...bugger, fuck, poo, crap, fuck!! I still haven't told my husband this yet........sigh&lt;br /&gt;6/ My new child (Sam the non wonky eyed pup) Is grown up to be a big man&lt;br /&gt;7/Doing some serious saving for my trip to Melbourne in the school holidays, retail therapy..Ohh yeah baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;8/ Reading everyones blogs..yep I have been.&lt;br /&gt;9/Running my fat arse off...well trying too.&lt;br /&gt;10/ Hmmm cant think of much more, but im sure there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo: I know you missed me ...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again very soon.........I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1944414742401559632?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1944414742401559632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1944414742401559632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1944414742401559632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1944414742401559632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgive-me-blog-lord.html' title='FORGIVE ME BLOG LORD!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2487242553146624203</id><published>2008-02-15T21:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:31:45.781+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Housework!</title><content type='html'>Fuck I hate it! Housework, its a bad word to me. Its a never ending thankless task. Pisses me of to no end. Mind you I would rather do it than live in filth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note my boy Tom (11) and I went to the movies to see Jumper tonight. Was really great! Not as good as Juno though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a movie whore, I went on tightarse Tuesday to see P.S I love you. Take your tissues to that one! It was full of middle age women all sooking..LOL. Yeah I shed a tear but im not middle aged. (feels like it somedays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband will be home tomorrow, Yay! Then working locally for a few weeks. This is good and bad. It means I have to be a bit more organised but it makes it a hell of a lot easier to keep the kids under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else noticed that spell check isnt working? I cant spell for shit...But im a lover not a speller...Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go Miss E, another post about bugger all...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2487242553146624203?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2487242553146624203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2487242553146624203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2487242553146624203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2487242553146624203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloody-housework.html' title='Bloody Housework!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7572755269284709896</id><published>2008-02-14T21:16:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:26:47.508+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wanker!!     You Bet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QXK9jtaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/muPV9dKSdk0/s1600-h/Cheryl+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166780149591271650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QXK9jtaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/muPV9dKSdk0/s320/Cheryl+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QWLtjtaNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6m-RdY8I04Q/s1600-h/Cheryl+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166779062964545746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QWLtjtaNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6m-RdY8I04Q/s320/Cheryl+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QVjtjtaMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HP1hjkBmBbY/s1600-h/Cheryl+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166778375769778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QVjtjtaMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HP1hjkBmBbY/s320/Cheryl+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOT OR WHAT???    Ohh don't answer that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7572755269284709896?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7572755269284709896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7572755269284709896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7572755269284709896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7572755269284709896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-wanker-you-bet.html' title='What a Wanker!!     You Bet.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QXK9jtaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/muPV9dKSdk0/s72-c/Cheryl+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-451595832818895154</id><published>2008-02-14T19:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:13:55.172+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! New Hair.</title><content type='html'>Well it was time for new hair. Its a bit darker than what i usally have, but hey I like it anyway.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166757094206826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QCM9jtaLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zI1T0qGyr8I/s320/Cheryl+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter has just informed me that I look like a rabbit with my teeth in this pic. She is feral I tell ya!!! Its so hard to take a pic of yourself, Well for me it is anyway cause its not really my thing. Its also a nude pic, yep no make up...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great day today, i decided to spoil myself. The hairdresser I go to had some packages, so who am I to say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todays visit included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair cut and colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facial (the reason that this is a no make up photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyebrows and lip wax...yep I do have a mo that needs to be kept in check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye lash tint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manicure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now Im broke, but that is why my husband works, to keep me happy!! I have to keep reminding him of this fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling &lt;a href="http://emmys4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss E,&lt;/a&gt; said in her blog that the blogging world is very quite...Hmm well as I do bugger all then I have bugger all to blog about..I will try a bit harder for you Miss E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On sunday when I was at our farm I stubbed my little toe, it is as black as black and I cant wear shoes, so no gym for me this week, so I have just done what I could at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you all about our farm. We call it a farm but its not really, Its a sheep station. You know one of those once that doesnt have an address just a name and area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 31,000 acers of it. We have a house there, its quite old and run down but its a great weekender. We have Marino sheep on the property, we were going to do some cropping this year but it is all so expensive. Like oat is $600+ a ton. Last year it was only about $300 a ton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have decided to just buy a few ton and store it so until next year and buy some more then. We crop about 900 acers. You can see pics &lt;a href="http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; This pic was taken a few years ago but im pleased to say it is very green, with almost knee high grass in some places and all of our dams are full to overflowing. yay! We have very fat kangaroos and emus...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people think I live on this station but I dont. I live 2.5hrs away in a large reogonal town on 3 acers. This is Old McDonalds farm, I house the zoo here mentioned In a few posts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now dont you all feel lucky that you know a little more about me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldnt give a shit could you? LOL..Fair enough but atleast I posted a new post..LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-451595832818895154?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/451595832818895154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=451595832818895154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/451595832818895154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/451595832818895154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-new-hair.html' title='Yay!! New Hair.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R7QCM9jtaLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zI1T0qGyr8I/s72-c/Cheryl+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-686290432693100644</id><published>2008-02-07T09:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:44:38.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Isnt He Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6o3v937m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/c1fn88tnSQ0/s1600-h/Sam+6.7.08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164001219936230242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6o3v937m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/c1fn88tnSQ0/s320/Sam+6.7.08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6o3jd37m1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/vVOJPZyY8uQ/s1600-h/Sam+6.7.08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164001005187865426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6o3jd37m1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/vVOJPZyY8uQ/s320/Sam+6.7.08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Sam asleep like this, How cute huh? It means he wont have any trouble with his hips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Mins after this pic was taken the little turd pissed on the floor....AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUTSIDE CUTE PUPPY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-686290432693100644?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/686290432693100644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=686290432693100644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/686290432693100644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/686290432693100644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohh-isnt-he-cute.html' title='Ohh Isnt He Cute?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6o3v937m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/c1fn88tnSQ0/s72-c/Sam+6.7.08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3973368081171596783</id><published>2008-02-06T22:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:37:50.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Love???</title><content type='html'>Yes its puppy love...........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163827819221588786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6maCt37mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MpeJKeNkXiM/s320/Sam+6.7.08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sam is the newest member of the family, here at Old McDonalds Farm. He is now 9 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a cattle dog pup, but im telling you they are so naughty for about 2-3 yrs. They forget to grow up I think. I live on 3 acres here so all my babies have lots of room to move.&lt;br /&gt;The count so far is..&lt;br /&gt;3 dogs&lt;br /&gt;3 cats&lt;br /&gt;4 chickens&lt;br /&gt;2 hermit crabs&lt;br /&gt;2 kids&lt;br /&gt;1 husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my mojo and I have a very sore arse to prove it. I think I lost it because I was doing it all at home, now im back at the gym, im enjoying it so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well, I have been reading everyones blogs, just hardly comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thin-enough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss KatieP&lt;/a&gt;, Im so proud of your decision, im so looking forward to following your journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&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/1790661924417572725-3973368081171596783?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3973368081171596783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3973368081171596783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3973368081171596783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3973368081171596783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-love.html' title='Is This Love???'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R6maCt37mzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MpeJKeNkXiM/s72-c/Sam+6.7.08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8318226149522636101</id><published>2008-01-31T21:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:24:11.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Yeah Whatever!</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know ive blogged bugger all of late and hardly left any comments. This is because im too bloody busy feeling sorry for myself. I’ve lost all motivation for my BFL thing I was doing. &lt;a href="http://keksbflthing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kek&lt;/a&gt; my love has been fantastic and so have other bloggers...&lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;, love ya long time darlin! Anyway the fact its im having a fucked head moment, but, im warning you, I will be back...hey im not going anywhere, I mean my motivation. LOL..makes sense? Nah, See now you know how I feel and it’s my bloody head space!! RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to Melbourne again this weekend to drop off a gun for repair..Ohh you didn’t know I was a shooter did you? No end to this girl’s talent. We also have to pick up &lt;a href="http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-im-back-i-know-you-missed-me.html"&gt;non wonky eye pup&lt;/a&gt;, Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im off to convince myself to suck it up sister and get on with it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes, BTW If your blog is off my blog roll, it’s because I lost all of them when I changed my background, so sorry if ive missed you, And don’t feel bad for removing me off yours cause for me, life (and blogging) isn’t a popularity contest...Grin.&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8318226149522636101?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8318226149522636101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8318226149522636101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8318226149522636101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8318226149522636101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-yeah-whatever.html' title='Yeah Yeah Whatever!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3151399736277438048</id><published>2008-01-25T08:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:15:51.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and Mobiles</title><content type='html'>Last night Miss Feral Fourteen and I went to the movies to see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juno_(film)"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt;. This movie was fantastic. If you want a light hearted, entertaining movie this is the one to go and see. It is even nominated for an Oscar! The highlight of the night was when one of the people in the cinemas decided that they were important enough to take a phone call during the movie. They were a few rows back from me but were loud enough for me to know that they were organising lunch for today.&lt;br /&gt;This is SO rude!! Fuck I was pissed off. Fair dinkum if this woman didn't leave as soon as the lights when on I would have given her a piece of my mind. I even tried to find her outside but she had left... Is there anywhere where left that I can go and not hear a mobile phone ring and people feel they must take the call??? It wasn't long ago that you would be frowned upon for using a phone in a restaurant, now it is the norm. I really hate it when your talking to someone face to face and their phone rings, they usually say nothing to you, answer the phone, talk about the weather with whoever is on the other end and leave you standing their like a dickhead!! I understand if your waiting for an important phone call but seriously, Is life that important that you have to discuss the weather????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a wine opps I mean whine for the day!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go my mobile is ringing...............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3151399736277438048?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3151399736277438048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3151399736277438048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3151399736277438048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3151399736277438048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/movies-and-moblies.html' title='Movies and Mobiles'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1285081937613865735</id><published>2008-01-23T14:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:37:54.498+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Undies</title><content type='html'>Note to woman in the supermarket:&lt;br /&gt;Black undies under white pants is NOT a good look regardless of how small your arse is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1285081937613865735?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1285081937613865735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1285081937613865735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1285081937613865735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1285081937613865735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/undies.html' title='Undies'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-3936970002498654624</id><published>2008-01-23T10:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:08:55.928+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Heath Ledger Died</title><content type='html'>Bugger &lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=370536"&gt;Heath Ledger died&lt;/a&gt;, I wanted to have babies with that man. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-3936970002498654624?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3936970002498654624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=3936970002498654624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3936970002498654624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/3936970002498654624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg-heath-ledger-died.html' title='OMG Heath Ledger Died'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8737336205705911229</id><published>2008-01-18T07:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:56:13.414+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The DEVIL made me do it.</title><content type='html'>Last night after surviving cleaning out Miss Feral Fourteens bedroom, and successfully finding enough evidence of food that would free the world of famine, I sat down to watch the tennis.&lt;br /&gt;WOW (that is Kylie Minogue's new song btw) What a game, Marcos Baghdatis played like a star beating Marat Safin. I know you stayed up and watched the tennis &lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss D&lt;/a&gt;. Did you &lt;a href="http://shrinkingkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kitty&lt;/a&gt;? You should have heard the Greeks hooting and hollering at Baghdatis. So loud the police should have hit them with a bit of tzatzki spray. I live in an old Federation home. I have lived here for 2 years. When I first moved in, I was scared it was haunted. Down the hallway is what I call the kids toilet cause its closest to their rooms. When you flush it sometimes it keeps running. During the 5th set, I could hear a flush of water. I went to check. The toilet was refilling but yet no one had been near the toilet. Hmmmm. I had a Diet Coke and went to the other toilet, I felt quite skinny.(Yep girls you know what I mean), so I went to the kids bathroom to weight myself.. Guess what I weighed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Did I shit my pants?? You bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes for the record, I was right with the skinny thought, I weighed heaps less this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Weekend all.. Im having visitors for the weekend, so bugger all blogging for me!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8737336205705911229?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8737336205705911229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8737336205705911229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8737336205705911229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8737336205705911229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/devil-made-me-do-it.html' title='The DEVIL made me do it.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-747711463289783612</id><published>2008-01-16T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:49:16.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom's Surgery Update.</title><content type='html'>We had Tom's post surgery check up and everything is fantastic!! The grafts have taken , fingers crossed in a few weeks this will all be a thing of the past. Thank god its been going on for almost 3 months now. Its taking it out of his old mumma ..Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaster is off and Tom's a happy boy..We will still have some more dressing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for everyones best wishes..Im sure it helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bloody hot here again today...37 right now..I did get an early morning workout done, so im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Feral Fourteen (Lucy) comes home on Friday or Saturday. after being in Melbourne for over 2 weeks. I miss my girl, she calls me about 5 times a day. This is the longest she has been away from me. Even though she is a bitch (I kid you not) She is special because she was born at 29 weeks and not even 3lbs. We didn't know if she would live but she is such a strong willed kid, I'm sure even God wasn't ready to take her back yet, and he wanted me to suffer her teenage years..LOL... At the moment she is on the beach at Phillip Island Vic with my best friend and her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies bloody housework awaits...sigh...I wish the domestic fairy would pay me a visit. Everyone around here things she comes all the time AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-747711463289783612?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/747711463289783612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=747711463289783612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/747711463289783612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/747711463289783612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/toms-surgery-update.html' title='Tom&apos;s Surgery Update.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8563259710803854616</id><published>2008-01-15T20:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:46:12.524+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga DVD</title><content type='html'>Can anyone know of a good Yoga DVD? I have been doing it for a few months now, but I have been going to a class once a week. I would really like a DVD I can do at home. I have the Weight Watchers one but its very very basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm any ideas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8563259710803854616?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8563259710803854616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8563259710803854616' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8563259710803854616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8563259710803854616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/yoga-dvd.html' title='Yoga DVD'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7793393297313138163</id><published>2008-01-15T11:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:57:28.444+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving stuff'/><title type='text'>Things Im Loving.</title><content type='html'>Hey All, As I have been whining a lot of late I thought I would let you know of some of the things im loving right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155499536690825602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4wDg3wlyYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LKXX1IopSTQ/s320/armband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Ipod armband. I brought a cheap silicon one with a shitty band on it....it hurt to wear. I found this in Target the other day, and yep IM LOVING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155498909625600370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4wC8XwlyXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yA8U8D70rXk/s320/pinelime_nosugar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so yummy!! Reminds me of Split Ice creams. Sometimes there is only so much plain water you can drink. I only ever have this after I have drunk atleast 1.5lts of plain water. Im LOVING IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just finished training for the day, and Im feeling great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is having a great day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7793393297313138163?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7793393297313138163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7793393297313138163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7793393297313138163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7793393297313138163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-im-loving.html' title='Things Im Loving.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4wDg3wlyYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LKXX1IopSTQ/s72-c/armband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1380292036070508316</id><published>2008-01-13T21:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:34:47.679+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Sunday Surfing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because bugger all happens to me, im going to post something that I find when I do a little Sunday Surfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154907187686263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4noxnwlyVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kFvrsYqqo4Y/s320/0SDWQ5CAIX0HOUCAHLCDG6CA1RKHDZCAMS88PHCAG67XZ9CA412YZFCASY0XH3CAPVHOHSCAGLN3YHCAF7RZOKCA0FJ0AICAB0X3U2CADSP2DACAHG3ATRCALDH44XCA4L1T48CAOUR3RYCAWPJCRPCAKEULWX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall call this one, Don't piss off your plastic surgeon.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have any better captions??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1380292036070508316?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1380292036070508316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1380292036070508316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1380292036070508316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1380292036070508316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-surfing.html' title='Sunday Surfing.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4noxnwlyVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kFvrsYqqo4Y/s72-c/0SDWQ5CAIX0HOUCAHLCDG6CA1RKHDZCAMS88PHCAG67XZ9CA412YZFCASY0XH3CAPVHOHSCAGLN3YHCAF7RZOKCA0FJ0AICAB0X3U2CADSP2DACAHG3ATRCALDH44XCA4L1T48CAOUR3RYCAWPJCRPCAKEULWX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8141315063717987281</id><published>2008-01-12T13:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:30:23.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole This From Another Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recipe For Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 parts Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 parts Tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 part Tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Splash of Glamour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finish off with a squeeze of lime juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8141315063717987281?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8141315063717987281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8141315063717987281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8141315063717987281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8141315063717987281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-stole-this-from-another-blog.html' title='I Stole This From Another Blog.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7013596041660254671</id><published>2008-01-12T12:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:28:11.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Map of Tassie.</title><content type='html'>I was reading the news today and I found &lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=88449"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; about Married twins in UK who were forced to break up. I lived in Tassie for 11yrs. Whilst I was living there I knew this couple who are married and they are half brother and sister. They both have the same Dad and the woman didn't need to change her surname when she got married. They were quite a nice couple and I taught their kids to swim.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you much more of this kind of shenanigans goes on than we know!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go on about living in Tassie as I know I will offend people, but I will say that they are a bit different...&lt;br /&gt;My view on Tassie is........... Nice place to visit, just don't loose your return ticket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7013596041660254671?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7013596041660254671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7013596041660254671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7013596041660254671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7013596041660254671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-me-your-map-of-tassie.html' title='Show Me Your Map of Tassie.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8182046045881571502</id><published>2008-01-11T14:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:08:44.834+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Surgery Over!</title><content type='html'>Surgery is over, all going well this should be the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4bo2XwlySI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rNHwEvADbdY/s1600-h/Farm+tom+op+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062844360509730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4bo2XwlySI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rNHwEvADbdY/s320/Farm+tom+op+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before: Showing off his 'dress'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154063780663380274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4bps3wlyTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Azfx4lnbm0U/s320/Farm+tom+op+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: Still a little out of it, showing off his plaster on his arm and the war wound where they took the new skin from on his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man is asleep on the couch at the moment. All went well with the surgery. We went in to operating theater waiting room and his nurse from the dressing clinic was waiting for him to surprise him with 2 of his favourite cola lolly pops. Tom and his nurse have a bit of a love affair going on. She calls him 'Her Boy'. Tom has been seeing her 3 times a week for dressing changes for the past 11 weeks. She brought them for him out of her own money. How sweet is that? Tom (11ys 3 months as his arm band says) was thrilled to see her. after surgery he said to me "I feel like i want to give something back to her, she is always so kind to me" AAAWW how sweet! He did get her some chocs for Chrissy.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was very brave, We both didn't cry! Such a tough kid, but all kids are I think.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hot here again today 39deg...sigh.   Someone Please Turn The Heater Down!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good day&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8182046045881571502?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8182046045881571502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8182046045881571502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8182046045881571502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8182046045881571502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/operation-over.html' title='Surgery Over!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4bo2XwlySI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rNHwEvADbdY/s72-c/Farm+tom+op+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-8636387048493541231</id><published>2008-01-10T22:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:54:35.165+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Lost Bloggers List</title><content type='html'>I have changed my template and I have lost my bloggers list..Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know why? Besides that im retarded when it comes to the Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-8636387048493541231?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8636387048493541231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=8636387048493541231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8636387048493541231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/8636387048493541231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-bloggers-list.html' title='Lost Bloggers List'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-6503327847663282357</id><published>2008-01-10T13:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:06:39.809+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurkers'/><title type='text'>Come forward all you Lurkers, I wont bite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4WLbXwlyLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tRxYvXYUacI/s1600-h/love+our+lurkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153678650945947826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4WLbXwlyLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tRxYvXYUacI/s320/love+our+lurkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that many more people read my blog than those that comment. I know this because sitemeter tells me so! There is no way people come back here more than once a day because jackshit ever happens to me. That is why your lucky to get one post a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say hi to me. Make me feel special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-6503327847663282357?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6503327847663282357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=6503327847663282357' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6503327847663282357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/6503327847663282357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-forward-all-you-lurkers-i-wont.html' title='Come forward all you Lurkers, I wont bite!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4WLbXwlyLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tRxYvXYUacI/s72-c/love+our+lurkers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2587432829276549453</id><published>2008-01-09T14:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:26:35.583+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn'/><title type='text'>Change of Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Q5nHwlyKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PaOwhJuYYRE/s1600-h/hospital+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153307217879222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Q5nHwlyKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PaOwhJuYYRE/s320/hospital+cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom's surgery has been changed to Friday morning. Doctor is confident that the grafts should take this time. I have asked him to glue, stitch and staple them on! Grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super organised this time, all the medication he needs has been brought and now its just waiting for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck its hot here today, very stuffy, is 37 right now. Hence the reason I'm posting so much, too bloody hot to do much else. Sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2587432829276549453?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2587432829276549453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2587432829276549453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2587432829276549453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2587432829276549453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Q5nHwlyKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PaOwhJuYYRE/s72-c/hospital+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-1804280046144935706</id><published>2008-01-09T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:19:33.311+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>For Fucks Sake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Qu3nwlyJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CF7TIyZ86gA/s1600-h/cadbury+easter+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153295406719158418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Qu3nwlyJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CF7TIyZ86gA/s320/cadbury+easter+eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Easter Eggs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coles&lt;/span&gt; in the arse end of nowhere today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; it or not next to the marked down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-1804280046144935706?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1804280046144935706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=1804280046144935706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1804280046144935706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/1804280046144935706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-fucks-sake.html' title='For Fucks Sake!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4Qu3nwlyJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CF7TIyZ86gA/s72-c/cadbury+easter+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-7781720436879850704</id><published>2008-01-08T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:48:57.972+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Kitty Kat</title><content type='html'>As you all know Miss TD and I had lunch with the one and only Kitty on Thursday. Kitty has blogged about this, but I intent to tell you my version of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Miss K for directions the day before, On the phone Miss K was very polite but such crude words came from her lips... To be honest I was a little scared to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the new estate where SK headquarters is, As I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Melways&lt;/span&gt; from 1920, her where abouts were not known to me. I have since found out that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McPalace&lt;/span&gt; is not on the map and never will be, to keep the psychos and paparazzi out! I called her once again to get directions, she gave me a half arse answer saying I will find her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; fuck did I find her. She was indeed wrapped naked around her letterbox, madly waving her Betty's beauty Parlour undies in the air!&lt;br /&gt;I was really shitting my pants at this stage. I parked my country baby hummer and walked to her. Of course I came with flowers for her and gifts for the gifted one and the bionic child. Mainly for a peace offering. I notice that Miss TD was nowhere to be seen. I wondered if she was coming at all or was it a set up, like something from the movie hostel..&lt;br /&gt;She greeted with a smile and a kiss, and tipped toed inside to put some clothing on, I followed along without saying a word. I saw the gifted one, and bit his cheeks as I had threaten to do on many occasions. Miss K talked about things that should never be spoken of. The long awaited knock on the door came. It was the stunning Miss TD. Far more beautiful in person, no wonder she graced the cover of Cosmo. We sat and sipped on our diet Coke, and talked more of what should remain unspoken. Miss K must have noticed out tummy rumbling and tiptoed off to the kitchen to make us a sensational Chicken salad, so nice I asked for the recipe. Once again this is top secret, so please don't ask. Miss K ate her lunch and indeed did unbutton her jeans. Much of what happened I cant blog about, but I will say that once Miss K brought the whips out Miss TD and I were out the door. Miss TD was in such a Jazz she took off in her trusty yellow ride to drive around in the block many times until she found the way out of the estate only known as SK headquarters. I remembered the way out and was on my way intact.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here to blog about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;. Miss K is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; delight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy to call her a friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-7781720436879850704?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7781720436879850704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=7781720436879850704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7781720436879850704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/7781720436879850704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/lunch-with-kitty-kat.html' title='Lunch with Kitty Kat'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-4303192777655792869</id><published>2008-01-07T14:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:25:20.819+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><title type='text'>Yay, Im back! I know you missed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey Hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152567895093790802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4GZM3wlyFI/AAAAAAAAADk/hjuQAST9c40/s320/dog_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who is coming to live with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chezza&lt;/span&gt; about the end of the month???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sam, our new blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heeler&lt;/span&gt; pup.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EWWW&lt;/span&gt; I could just eat him. Yeah I know he looks wonky eyed but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy Tom and I went to the hospital for a check up on his burn. It has been 10 weeks since the last surgery, as you know we have been having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dresssing&lt;/span&gt; changes 3 times a week as part of the graft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; take...So its back under the knife for my boy on Thursday.  Poor man. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; give a rats arse though. Unlike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooky&lt;/span&gt; Mum, I will cry come Thursday, I just know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back from Melbourne last night, I did a spot of shopping. I got the best Ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Havey&lt;/span&gt; T-shirt! I love it, Mind you I kept calling it my Ed Hardy top, and was corrected for being so OLD and out of touch by Miss 14...fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not OLD!!  Photos will follow soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you have all read about &lt;a href="http://tinydonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt; and I meeting &lt;a href="http://shrinkingkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kitty&lt;/a&gt; last Thursday huh? Well my next post will tell you the truth about what happened!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have time to post about it now as my husband is around and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know I blog...sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Look Miss K, I did the link thing!!!!! no so dumb after all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl  xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-4303192777655792869?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4303192777655792869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=4303192777655792869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4303192777655792869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/4303192777655792869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-im-back-i-know-you-missed-me.html' title='Yay, Im back! I know you missed me'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4GZM3wlyFI/AAAAAAAAADk/hjuQAST9c40/s72-c/dog_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-2110097832198551035</id><published>2008-01-01T22:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:34:56.256+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;Yep its 01/01/08. so?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;We had a quite New Year, I didn't even drink! Mr C didn't make it to midnight. Miss 14 was staying at a friends. So it was all left to Mr 11 and I. After we let a few party popper off at midnight, I went to bed! I really wanted to see the fireworks in Sydney but all they had on TV here was Melbourne's effort. I am a Melbourne girl at heart so it was ok I guess, but I now live in NSW so I really thought I would see the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few plans for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;- To study something....not sure what? I do have a fitness leaders course half finished, I should do that.&lt;br /&gt;- To keep up my fitness and improve my running. 4 months ago I couldn't run to the loo. I now run about 4 kms on a small run and 6.5 on a long run.&lt;br /&gt;- Think of more interesting things to blog about. I write bugger all because jackshit happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Melbourne tomorrow. Catching up with family and friends...yay!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??? I'm very excited. I'm having lunch with 2 blogger friends... Miss Kitty and Miss Tiny Donna on Thursday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont have any pics as I have lost my camera  :(  I thought it was at the farm but it wasnt....bugger..I bet I will buy a new one then I will find the old one....I bet anything that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a fantastic 2008 and all your hopes and dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back early next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-2110097832198551035?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2110097832198551035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=2110097832198551035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2110097832198551035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/2110097832198551035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-5238603949095618401</id><published>2007-12-28T22:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:57:59.961+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>All hell broke loose in the chicken pen today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3TkSnwlyEI/AAAAAAAAADc/gkhG8rphBQk/s1600-h/23-12-07_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148991282552883266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3TkSnwlyEI/AAAAAAAAADc/gkhG8rphBQk/s320/23-12-07_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3Tj6XwlyDI/AAAAAAAAADU/tsfRRpQoFCk/s1600-h/Feb+07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148990865941055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3Tj6XwlyDI/AAAAAAAAADU/tsfRRpQoFCk/s320/Feb+07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3TiFXwlyCI/AAAAAAAAADM/C5c17--mtoY/s1600-h/isa+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148988855896360994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3TiFXwlyCI/AAAAAAAAADM/C5c17--mtoY/s320/isa+brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two things must never meet! Miss Minnie dog decided to "help" me feed the girls and collect the eggs. Needless to say a few feathers were ruffled and Miss M was sent to the naughty corner for being a bad girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh I have gossip, Guess who I saw yesterday at the local shopping center in the arse end of nowhere? Stan Grant and that news reader or reporter chick he left his wife for. They were with their ton of kids. Thrilling huh? Well it was to me considering the most exciting thing that happened today was one of the dogs got in the chicken pen...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The top pic...........Ohh yes my pressie that I mentioned in the last post, I know you all want a keyring like this one!!! You might think you don't but huh, I know you really do......Its a shit pic as it was taken with my daughters phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great Saturday!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheryl XXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-5238603949095618401?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5238603949095618401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=5238603949095618401' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5238603949095618401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/5238603949095618401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-hell-broke-loose-in-chicken-pen.html' title='All hell broke loose in the chicken pen today!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R3TkSnwlyEI/AAAAAAAAADc/gkhG8rphBQk/s72-c/23-12-07_1136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790661924417572725.post-523855344059152680</id><published>2007-12-28T09:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:42:17.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My life this week!</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;What a week it has been! No time to scratch my arse yet I have done bugger all...I will summarise it for you.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a fantastic Chritmas, and I didnt even stuff Chrissy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got a pressie from hubby, a bracelet. ( my readers would know that I never get pressies, just told to go and choose my own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My hermit crab escaped out of its tank, I found the shell on the ground broken , thought the cat ate it. 6 hours later I found a nude crab walking in my bedroom. The thing is i have a 35sq house, fuck I laughed. I have 2 crabs they now have a new tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My chickens have started laying, Im getting 4 good sized eggs a day, such cleaver girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My husband told me that next year I can have a "town car". Beauty I thought, a barina or the like will be great, Nah, we are going to look at Alphas, or Merc's ..Ohhh how posh..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody hot here, 37 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kids are driving me nuts and they got way too much from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An old man hit my up the bum whist he was trying to park his car, I know this as I was in my car and had whiplash from it, He denied that he hit me...Then told me to move my car so he could park..LOL Fucking prick...it was quite funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to Melbourne next week to catch up with my family and friends, and a bit of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to the farm for a few days tomorrow, well I think I am anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miss TD is looking fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miss E has a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have put on about 1kg over Christmas, im back on BFL track as of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miss 14 is staying in Melbourne for a week or 2....rest for this Mummy bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr 11's arm is still not healing, It has been 10 weeks since the skin graft. As the dressing clinic is closed for 2 weeks, I'm doing it all. If all isn't well by the 7th of Jan, its back to surgery again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a girlfriend in Tassie who I love dearly, but she buys me the worst Xmas pressies. I havent the heart to say anything, so I just thank her heaps. This year I got a pale blue feather keyring. It is like something you would win at the show or fair! Im serious... I would rather just a card, but it is the thought that counts, yes I know, but really!!! Pics to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm see, everything and nothing has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pics of late as I have left my camera at the farm...LOL..will get it tomorrow and have pics next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1790661924417572725-523855344059152680?l=yentasyabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/feeds/523855344059152680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1790661924417572725&amp;postID=523855344059152680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/523855344059152680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1790661924417572725/posts/default/523855344059152680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yentasyabba.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life-this-week.html' title='My life this week!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836847214739343087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PH-6IMBT0xE/R4NooHwlyII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5TtbQez-LgA/S220/queen+bitch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
