<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:25:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Stormdreaming....</title><description></description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-478711000620974498</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T09:55:31.981-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy 5th of November :)</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-478711000620974498?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-5th-of-november.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-5412375349221395473</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T03:07:33.630-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Morning :)</title><description>Haven't said hello for a while, damn facebook...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-5412375349221395473?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-3077800702628954788</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T14:11:38.121-07:00</atom:updated><title>Work From College</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DgRAhX_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Lc2ftSvbmo/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DgRAhX_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Lc2ftSvbmo/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385886794726334450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DgNc4WCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6ADqSsp5lvg/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DgNc4WCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6ADqSsp5lvg/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385886793771538466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DfuPuFhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b9lxjWD3Cqk/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DfuPuFhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b9lxjWD3Cqk/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385886785394841106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-3077800702628954788?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-from-college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/Sr6DgRAhX_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Lc2ftSvbmo/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-6986460678517239783</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T13:43:25.193-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Sad Day</title><description>&lt;div&gt;We lost Lara today, she had cancer so we knew she didn't have long. It's still a blow though think i'll be crying for a few weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SosR3eqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VILH_iIvEmE/s1600-h/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SosR3eqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VILH_iIvEmE/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406625391763122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lara, The Bee, Queen Bee   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-6986460678517239783?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SosR3eqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VILH_iIvEmE/s72-c/IMG_3836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2896852261982705648</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T05:57:29.142-07:00</atom:updated><title>Meh....</title><description>I get really sick of the way the government and the world in general likes to have you jump through hoops for their amusement. Why else would they torture their staff and us with their stupid, petty, systems and schemes...  Oh well, i suppose it keeps someone in a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2896852261982705648?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/08/meh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2021709181880866454</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T11:50:07.980-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dog</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>beach</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>toad</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crab</category><title>Sundays....</title><description>I usually hate sundays but today wasn't bad. A couple of friends came over and we walked the dog at lunderson bay.  We saw lots of crabs, cows, sheep and a baby toad. The dog has a whale of a time and is currently passed out on the couch getting sand everywhere...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather was good, and i'm now absolutely knackered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2021709181880866454?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/08/sundays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-4783572115233810965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T12:41:27.230-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weight loss</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>benefit</category><title>What a day...</title><description>Today wasn't all that bad really, just noisy crowed and annoying, so normal for Greenock then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of shocked to read in the papers and goss magazines to day about a woman who at 22 stone, which she got from having a gastric sleeve fitted, has had her benefits cut down so she refuses to lose any more... not to mention that now she is fit for work, she wont because she is going to need time off for fat removal surgery.  I know that more often then not the papers and gossip magazines don't give the whole story, but this does sound a bit selfish to me, after all people on basic benefits manage a healthy diet, it's all down to just not being lazy and pigging out on chocolate and crisps.  However, since she has had her money cut down, this lady is going to do just that until she gets her money back... personally i'd rather have the weight loss, healthy life, ability to make my own money and sod the benefits....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being on benefits can be such a crutch, when you try to get off them, they do everything in their power to make it difficult for you, in the end it's just safer to stay in the comfortable little rut that they constantly grind you into. You actually get scared of what happens when you try to go it alone. No wonder so many people are just content with staying on them, no one wants to be homeless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is confusing, and i don't think benefits necessarily help with that. Maybe they should have a class in school teaching kids how to deal with all these things, like benefit, rent, council tax. Maybe if they explained it all and had them understand it better, they would feel more able to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-4783572115233810965?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-7832849582719530174</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T10:50:40.402-07:00</atom:updated><title>new header pic..</title><description>I didn't take the pic, but it reminds me of home so much that i had to have it :)  I used to play on that beach when i was young.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thanks whoever took the lovely photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-7832849582719530174?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-header-pic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-3213676071997052912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T06:46:40.608-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Weather...</title><description>Finally,  after some pretty intense storms, we have some good weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-3213676071997052912?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-weather.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2591997365650030668</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T16:43:26.730-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Angel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dead</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Natasha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jade</category><title>Always in threes.......</title><description>And I'm hoping that this is the end of it. I'm superstitious, always have been kinda, i know that some of the susperstitions that go around are complete nonsense, but some seem to ring true far too often. Bad things happen in threes. When &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001670/"&gt;Natasha Richardson&lt;/a&gt; passed on, I kinda dreaded what would come next, i knew another public figure was already on her way out, so i thought "ok....who is number 3?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKkUT9uF9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JRAgvPT1Yqk/s1600-h/28056380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKkUT9uF9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JRAgvPT1Yqk/s320/28056380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319494778741462994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Richardson was an extremely talented actress, my favourite films of hers are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nell_%28film%29"&gt;"Nell"&lt;/a&gt; in which she starred with her husband, and the very disturbing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Handmaid%27s_Tale"&gt;"Handmaids Tale"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately she shone in the movie "Wild Child"  She had incredible poise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKqEoh55UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v4TrXV6tQwI/s1600-h/jade_goody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKqEoh55UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v4TrXV6tQwI/s320/jade_goody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319501106453800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Long after Natasha went, Jade Goody died.I can't help but feel sympathy for what happened to her, and her family. I admit i was one of the people who didn't like her in her big brother years, but grew to a restrained kind of respect for her after watching her documentaries, for all that she was uneducated, she was one smart cookie in the end, and her sons will benefit from her desperate need to make sure they don't live the same life she did. She had balls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKqNUqrnAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YGtFDV0MQoM/s1600-h/s4_lorne3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKqNUqrnAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YGtFDV0MQoM/s320/s4_lorne3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319501255740726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Hallett"&gt;Andy Hallet&lt;/a&gt; has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;He was great in Angel, and i would have loved to see him do more, not to mention sing more. He was great, and quickly became one of the most loved characters in the series. Even when he was ill, he would still trudge to the conventions to meet the fans. He was vibrant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats three... enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2591997365650030668?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-in-threes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SdKkUT9uF9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JRAgvPT1Yqk/s72-c/28056380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-6255614812116552170</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T09:05:42.971-08:00</atom:updated><title>The reason we don't often get newspapers.....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SZGzvCxzDJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VVsYXh6y_Cc/s1600-h/newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SZGzvCxzDJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VVsYXh6y_Cc/s400/newspaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301215857172745362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-6255614812116552170?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/02/reason-we-dont-often-get-newspapers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SZGzvCxzDJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VVsYXh6y_Cc/s72-c/newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-4305093207709151428</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T03:50:13.040-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wolf</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Due South</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dog</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tv</category><title>Do you remember.....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYbsNIb767I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pj5IWNkviUc/s1600-h/DueSouth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYbsNIb767I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pj5IWNkviUc/s400/DueSouth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298181721995078578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it to this day, and I love it.  Had the opportunity to re-watch the entirety recently and it made me realise how much I actually missed good comedy/drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Semko's theme song "Due South" , "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan even the music was exceptional..a lot of people don't know that Paul Gross did a few of the music scores himself, well done that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the doggies..:) all of them....what an exceptional show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else miss it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-4305093207709151428?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYbsNIb767I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pj5IWNkviUc/s72-c/DueSouth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2866073643957998721</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T05:12:18.313-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mwahahahaha...... Christmas present attack!</title><description>This year we were kind of lost with the whole presents thing, neither of us wanted to buy rubbish for each other, and to be honest, most of what was in the shops was rubbish.  What came about was  a toy &lt;a href="http://www.red5.co.uk/Crossbow-pr-255.html"&gt;crossbow&lt;/a&gt; for him&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (it hurts..*rubs rear end*)&lt;/span&gt; which is something I really wouldn't give to kids...  For me a glass painting kit....(insert evil chuckle here! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assaulting a couple of the household tumblers for practice efforts, I came across a lovely nightlight in the place of supreme evil..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tesco&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. It's an &lt;a href="http://direct.tesco.com/q/R.202-3506.aspx"&gt;energy saver&lt;/a&gt; so i don't feel bad about leaving it on all night, and certainly don't feel bad about not treading on any of the "her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Highnesses&lt;/span&gt;" which usually results in yelping/hissing/severely lacerated feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, giving the super bright white L.E.D the gimlet eye, decided it was a little too bright for night time ambiance. Actually it was shining through the door like a searchlight..:|   Well what else could i do?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGp39miKiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OYN_pPS0HOM/s1600-h/nightlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGp39miKiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OYN_pPS0HOM/s400/nightlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296701415658498594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene blue glow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;!  The paint is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pebeo&lt;/span&gt; turquoise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vitrail&lt;/span&gt;, and the stars I made by taking my punch to sticky back plastic. Peel, stick, paint over, wait a few hours... peel stars off.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yayyy&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy feet, Happy kitties, Happy puppy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2866073643957998721?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/mwahahahaha-christmas-present-attack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGp39miKiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OYN_pPS0HOM/s72-c/nightlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-8191102741417703645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T04:44:30.780-08:00</atom:updated><title>Soap on a Rope (well my old tights actually)</title><description>This year i am aiming to downsize a lot of the things we would usually not think about, so my first step was to recycle all the old bits of soap I have in the house.  These involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bits of soap that have been used and are sitting forlornly in a container in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bars of soap that are so old they have lost the scent they had.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bars of soap that have come our way from gifts (there's always one.. every year....), Hotel toilets (shamefaced but it came in handy at the time)and  funny shaped "guest soaps" that are really only meant for display and smell horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now myself and the other half are a bit picky when it comes to soap, we like Lush products because our water kinda causes our skin to fall off. So once or twice a year we splurge and buy a load. This however makes me loath to lose even the tiniest piece of it, mainly because it's expensive, and secondly because they are like good memories, i can remember when i got each bit, and what occasion it was for. So the reusing begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grate all your soap into a plastic container, add a little water about 3 tablespoons (we flavoured ours with some leftover vanilla pods steeped to make a strong vanilla tea). Microwave and stir, microwave and stir,adding water as necessary to make a nice thick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gloop&lt;/span&gt;. Careful hot soap is painful if it gets on your hands!  After the soap has reached the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gloop&lt;/span&gt; stage, and there are no more lumps, leave it to cool until it reaches a doughy texture.  Scoop it out and mould it into the shape you want. :)  I used old tights to make them into balls, and also to add a little more "squish" to make the hardening process easier. Once they are shaped and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt;  nice warm place, leave for 2 or so weeks and your done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGkOZALTAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WG1sl00FD9k/s1600-h/soaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGkOZALTAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WG1sl00FD9k/s400/soaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296695203901164546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; thinks they look like testicles.......:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-8191102741417703645?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/soap-on-rope-well-my-old-tights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGkOZALTAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WG1sl00FD9k/s72-c/soaps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2837260548301795932</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 12:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T04:27:21.790-08:00</atom:updated><title>Framed work</title><description>I managed to pick up these frames from the evil of all evils (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tesco&lt;/span&gt;). They were selling them off for £1 each, so i snagged a few for experiments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGfbnahsHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/acayaIVI534/s1600-h/frames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGfbnahsHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/acayaIVI534/s400/frames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296689933549940850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual pictures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;undyed&lt;/span&gt; cotton painted with gold fabric paint, bronze poster paint and brown artists ink.  The puffy heads were especially fun to do as they involved stippling which is always fun :)  Serendipity took a hand in the creation, as i was unaware that one of my brushes had purple glitter ingrained in the bristles, so when they catch the light they shine with bronze/gold/purple speckles. Altogether a great result if unplanned :)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2837260548301795932?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/framed-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGfbnahsHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/acayaIVI534/s72-c/frames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-3846239293235477666</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T04:12:38.303-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sootsprites</title><description>If you can't make your plasterwork look neat.. install Soot Sprites (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susuwatari"&gt;Susuwatari&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cuties come from the Miyazaki film &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Neighbor_Totoro"&gt;My Neighbour Totoro&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirited_Away"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/a&gt;.  I used a hard charcoal pencil to draw the hard lines in them used my thumb and a rubber to smudge and tidy where necessary.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGcVbfQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/34_fTAnraDg/s1600-h/sootsprites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGcVbfQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/34_fTAnraDg/s320/sootsprites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296686528734493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-3846239293235477666?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/sootsprites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SYGcVbfQ_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/34_fTAnraDg/s72-c/sootsprites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-1420575512676678932</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T03:31:50.347-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tennis balls, dog biscuits and a few hours peace...</title><description>If you slit a tennis ball a little way, squish it open and fill it with little dog biccies.. the daft mutt spends ages trying to get them out.  Not a hard concept i know, but having just acquired some cheap tennis balls i thought i would give it a go.. cue blissful peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-1420575512676678932?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/tennis-balls-dog-biscuits-and-few-hours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2507991106875273898</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T05:52:22.605-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy new year everyone :)</title><description>I"m working up to a post.. honestly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2507991106875273898?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-1752630435745568299</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-16T05:47:41.333-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bugger....</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Where did November go!!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-1752630435745568299?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-1804038200395914846</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T06:03:47.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Judy  MSc.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SPXp053JlNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uzeoKfNnito/s1600-h/judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SPXp053JlNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uzeoKfNnito/s400/judy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257365235119527122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Graduation! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-1804038200395914846?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/10/judy-msc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SPXp053JlNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uzeoKfNnito/s72-c/judy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-6436488558240553064</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T09:42:53.736-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>list</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tagged</category><title>eek.. Tagged!</title><description>Tag Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Post the rules on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Tag six people at the end of your post.&lt;br /&gt;Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..&lt;a href="http://onemanandhischickens.blogspot.com/"&gt; Stiggy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me :) and while i want to play, i don't know enough people who haven't been tagged or who wouldn't find it an annoyance and ignore it. So i will post six random things about myself and be done with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair is naturally Tartan coloured, it doesn't come in a normal colour,  cannot be described as anything else, and changes according to the season, weather and light of the day. Often it's ginger, sometimes it goes blonde and others it's just brown. I have chameleonic hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I embarrass people I'm around when I'm out with random shoutings of "ooh shiny things" "doggies" and any other silly thing that comes to mind... i can't help it. I'm just naturally twee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I love water, I would spend all my time by the beach or in the water if i could. Swimming in the Clyde in Feb is nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I one day hope to get off the radar and grow my own food, brew my own beer and wine and in general not have to go to Tesco ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a yellow belt at Karate, and hopefully will get back into training this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I read as many books as i can get, i have a couple of hundred in the house, and am constantly swapping them for new ones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-6436488558240553064?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/07/eek-tagged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-6608438159859200230</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T14:11:29.569-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>art</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dragonfly</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>graphics</category><title>I like to play with graphics...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH51G33VFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/kLaT6CfqEiA/s1600-h/strawang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH51G33VFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/kLaT6CfqEiA/s400/strawang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223741378732037458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one of my early attempts... the dragon is by  http://www.strawberrydragon.com/&lt;br /&gt;They kindly gave me permission to tamper with the little guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH52iI3JYTI/AAAAAAAAACw/57dc3HzIPAc/s1600-h/wolfmaiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH52iI3JYTI/AAAAAAAAACw/57dc3HzIPAc/s400/wolfmaiden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223742946662768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my adventures in Dolling.. I was following a shading tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH53LTtoX_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1BqPg_x67gE/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH53LTtoX_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1BqPg_x67gE/s400/header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223743653950283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like inspirational work, usually heading a blog or two with them :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH53p7FdtKI/AAAAAAAAADA/fsOqXfAV8hM/s1600-h/moon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH53p7FdtKI/AAAAAAAAADA/fsOqXfAV8hM/s400/moon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223744179915306146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elouai's dollmaker is great for candy dolls :). This one was on my mindsay for a good while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-6608438159859200230?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-to-play-with-graphics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SH51G33VFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/kLaT6CfqEiA/s72-c/strawang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-3699891336247244637</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T14:11:29.749-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dragonfly</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title>I saw a dragonfly today....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SD9j5riISvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jn3xntL2iQk/s1600-h/dragonflying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SD9j5riISvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jn3xntL2iQk/s320/dragonflying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205989536853150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a dragonfly today......&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly delighted, I relished the sight&lt;br /&gt;that nature succeeds against human might,&lt;br /&gt;in urban sprawl, through bottles and bags,&lt;br /&gt;the little thing flew through tall yellow flags,&lt;br /&gt;not far from my shoe, it lit on grass,&lt;br /&gt;to soak up some sun, sparkling like broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;As it went on it's way, I found myself sighing&lt;br /&gt;Nature brings beauty, without even trying,&lt;br /&gt;in urban decay, when we are long gone,&lt;br /&gt;in our tattered leavings, life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-3699891336247244637?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-saw-dragonfly-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SD9j5riISvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jn3xntL2iQk/s72-c/dragonflying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-6368180611924683485</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T14:11:30.067-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cat</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wasps</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sunday</category><title>Sunday.. yawn...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not much happened this week, not that much happens any week, but this one was particularly boring.&lt;br /&gt;Have been waiting for the other half to finish his Uni work, because once he's finally finished i can get on with things a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am kinda annoyed, in the last few months aside from Dr Who, i have been watching a couple of programs on TV, one of the was blood ties, and the other is moonlight. You would assume because of the huge fan base that the company who makes these programs (CBS), would make more than one series of them.. i mean, how long did desperate housewives run for? But no .. they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasp season is here folks... and the missus is scared of wasps, they seem to like coming in our bedroom window in the morning, so more often than not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting woken up these days with a strangely girlish scream and the duvet getting hauled over my head. I don't blame him, wasp allergies are terrible, but it does not make for a fortuitous start to the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you feel my blog is all doom and gloom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDB7X-HkfnI/AAAAAAAAACI/06k0ya0l-3o/s1600-h/blankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDB7X-HkfnI/AAAAAAAAACI/06k0ya0l-3o/s400/blankie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201793221354880626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-6368180611924683485?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-yawn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDB7X-HkfnI/AAAAAAAAACI/06k0ya0l-3o/s72-c/blankie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385941866534128336.post-2626372998435343444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T14:11:30.214-08:00</atom:updated><title>Giggles</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDBuTeHkflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rAMJ_1a7JrE/s1600-h/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDBuTeHkflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rAMJ_1a7JrE/s400/mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201778850394308178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385941866534128336-2626372998435343444?l=stormdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stormdreaming.blogspot.com/2008/05/giggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NCPaJz6xQ5o/SDBuTeHkflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rAMJ_1a7JrE/s72-c/mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>