<?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-33195393</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:30:40.298+10:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Max'/><category term='Cambodia'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Blog_Journey'/><category term='Nia'/><category term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts and Streams of Consciousness</title><subtitle type='html'>Steph lives in Brisbane and has a fairly quiet existence.  Occasionally something exciting happens...  you'll just have to wait and see...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-94748286603256296</id><published>2010-02-25T14:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:32:30.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What the World Eats - a photo essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract can be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1626519_1373664,00.html"&gt;What the world eats - a photo essay. Time Magazine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A comparison of the food eaten by an average family in different countries over a week and their associated expenses. It blows my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Australia didn't make it into the Time Essay. Here is the Australian picture. I don't think Mark and I eat that much red meat in A YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/S4X9NTP1neI/AAAAAAAAAPI/djgVH1GHQdg/s1600-h/What+the+world+eats+-+Australia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442034129693941218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/S4X9NTP1neI/AAAAAAAAAPI/djgVH1GHQdg/s320/What+the+world+eats+-+Australia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/S4X76D5HUdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AMN6fi0HeAQ/s1600-h/What+the+world+eats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442032699642958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/S4X76D5HUdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AMN6fi0HeAQ/s320/What+the+world+eats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/33195393-94748286603256296?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/94748286603256296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=94748286603256296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/94748286603256296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/94748286603256296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-world-eats-photo-essay.html' title='What the World Eats - a photo essay'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/S4X9NTP1neI/AAAAAAAAAPI/djgVH1GHQdg/s72-c/What+the+world+eats+-+Australia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3374000284510982112</id><published>2009-10-06T16:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:18:37.707+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing for charity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Ssrgi2ZzsqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w7D53MJ5jEk/s1600-h/Pure+Bounce+Record.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389366793426154146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Ssrgi2ZzsqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w7D53MJ5jEk/s200/Pure+Bounce+Record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is a girl to do with her lunch hour than break a world record for simultaneous bouncing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/872146/hundreds-bounce-for-charity-in-brisbane"&gt;Hundreds bounce for charity in Brisbane&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/33195393-3374000284510982112?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3374000284510982112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3374000284510982112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3374000284510982112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3374000284510982112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/10/bouncing-for-charity.html' title='Bouncing for charity...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Ssrgi2ZzsqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w7D53MJ5jEk/s72-c/Pure+Bounce+Record.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8322344776449181194</id><published>2009-09-29T11:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:31:08.435+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>The Go Between Bridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You just gotta laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our wonderful city council &lt;a href="http://blogs.abc.net.au/queensland/2009/09/hale-st-link-now-go-between-bridge.html"&gt;announced that a new toll bridge will be named the "Go Between Bridge" in honour of that fine Brisbane band "The Go Betweens".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now... I love the idea of honouring The Go Betweens - they are a truly amazing band. However... "The Go Between Bridge"... What was the city council thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of ideas why this could have happened:&lt;br /&gt;- A bridge does indeed go between two points&lt;br /&gt;- The Lord Mayor is apparently a Go Betweens fan&lt;br /&gt;- The name was via popular vote and who wouldn't tick the funniest option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has generated quite a&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,26139135-952,00.html"&gt; lot of discussion on news sites &lt;/a&gt;etc and it is also generating quite a few funny responses. My personal favourite was the punter who suggested, if we are naming things as musical tributes why not call it "Highway to Hell"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those people who are commenting things such as "I consider myself alternative and I've never heard of them"... Ummm alternative in what universe? Or are you a Gen Y? The Go Betweens have been - and continue to be - a major player in Brisbane, Queensland and Australian alternative music scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently wavering between:&lt;br /&gt;- shaking my head trying to work out who in their right mind would name a bridge the "Go Between Bridge"&lt;br /&gt;- celebrating the outcome and recognition for a great band&lt;br /&gt;- questioning the sanity of our Lord Mayor&lt;br /&gt;- loving all the hilarious comments on news blogs it is generating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still thinking "who the heck are they?" go to &lt;a href="http://www.go-betweens.net/"&gt;www.go-betweens.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8322344776449181194?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8322344776449181194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8322344776449181194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8322344776449181194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8322344776449181194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-between-bridge.html' title='The Go Between Bridge.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4368549673930589540</id><published>2009-09-04T09:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:31:17.345+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Aimee Mann show...</title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;a href="http://www.aimeemann.com/"&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/a&gt; last night - her first show ever in Australia! It was amazing. She played what the crowd wanted to hear and a third of the show was by request. The set list for Mr Benoy's enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe she played so much from Magnolia - I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set List.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moth (Lost in Space)&lt;br /&gt;Momentum (Magnolia Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Build that Wall (Magnolia Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare Girl (Lost In Space - 2 CD Special Edition)&lt;br /&gt;Par for the Course (I'mwith Stupid)&lt;br /&gt;Amateur (I'm with Stupid)&lt;br /&gt;This Is How It Goes (Lost in Space)&lt;br /&gt;Wise Up (Magnolia Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up for Christmas (The Forgotten Arm)&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Ink (Lost in Space)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Harris (Whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Save Me (Magnolia Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;You Could Make A Killing (I'm with Stupid)&lt;br /&gt;Columbus Avenue (@#%&amp;amp;*! Smilers)&lt;br /&gt;Freeway (@#%&amp;amp;*! Smilers)&lt;br /&gt;Driving Sideways (Bachelor No. 2 or, the Last Remains of the Dodo)&lt;br /&gt;Coming up Close (Til Tuesday - Welcome Home)&lt;br /&gt;Today's the Day (Lost in Space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices Carry (Til Tuesday - Voices Carry)&lt;br /&gt;One is the Loneliest Number (Magnolia Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Thirty One Today (@#%&amp;amp;*! Smilers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4368549673930589540?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4368549673930589540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4368549673930589540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4368549673930589540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4368549673930589540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/09/aimee-mann-show.html' title='Aimee Mann show...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1083151460374532726</id><published>2009-08-22T23:09:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:16:26.116+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Destiny Kin:  White Self-Existing Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/Mayan%20Readings%20Pages/Mayan%20240%20Gifs/white_wizard_4_9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/Mayan%20Readings%20Pages/Mayan%20240%20Gifs/white_wizard_4_9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Wizard is your Conscious Self&lt;/strong&gt; - who you are and who you are becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Wizard is the Magician, whose powers are activated by wisdom that emanates from the heart. Such wisdom is not the intellectual understanding known in Western culture; it is the wisdom that comes from an alignment of mind and heart. An open, trusting heart is a refined tool of perception. Allowing yourself to 'not know' opens the door of the mind to a deeper understanding of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Wizard asks you to fully utilize this aligned mind to participate in magic.White Wizard invites you to step into self-empowerment. Empowerment comes from self-acceptance, integrity, and commitment to your evolution. Self-empowerment is not to be found outside oneself. Anything outside that brings you empowerment also has a divine foundation within you. If you feel a need for the approval of others, look to self-empowerment. When you feel effectively engaged, doing what gives you joy, your energy naturally expands to inlcude more of who you are, and magic flows synchronistically into your life. Claim your alignment with the highest wisdom. Call forth divine action in all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Align your own will with divine will and your Essence Self. Be transparent, innocently allowing magic to come through you rather than needing to create it. Open to heart-knowing and limitless possibilties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Wizard is a tool of the light, a conduit for the work of Spirit. A wise magician is spontaneous and transparent, allowing magic to come in rather than trying to control it or make it happen. A magician dances the dance of love through offering gifts of freedom to others. This is real magic. Freed from the need to use power to manipulate or control, a magician uses wisdom to manifest liberation and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harmonic wisdom of White Wizard is melody, the progression of signle tones within a composition. White Wizard symbolizes the sacred journey of your individual life. As a harmonic magician, you are a novel yet universal container for the expression of the Divine. While you play the melody of your journey's spirit song, the Creator provides the harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody is to music what story line is to story. Utilize the elements you have chosen for exploration in your life - your gifts, talents, abilities, motivations, circumstances, and the other characters in your play. Orchestrate the most interesting and growth-engendering story line from this combination of possibilities. Understand that you are the player and the played in the melody in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Tone is Tone 4 - Self-Existing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order, definition, discrimination, natural cycles, meaningful alignment.Four is the ray of measure, the alignment with natural cycles. It is the square, the base of the pyramid, the solid foundation that unifies the lines of directional force. Four is the diamond asking you to utilize tools of discrimination.Now is the time to manifest your dream or vision. Look to natural logic, order and definition - these gifts support the whisperings of your creative spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the architect who manifests your dreams! Open the door and call forth the sacred Four. You are being brought into meaningful alignment, bringing healing into this cycle of your life.The four directions offer you assistance in understanding universal physical laws. Use measure as a tool of consciousness to mold time, form and space. Now is the time to focus, to connect tangibly with the undefined. Take your ideas and give them discipline and form. Develop the ability to discriminate without creating separation or judgement. Channel your creative energy constructively, generating the power for practical manifestation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/M_white_se_wizard.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/M_white_se_wizard.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/33195393-1083151460374532726?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/M_white_se_wizard.html' title='Destiny Kin:  White Self-Existing Wizard'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1083151460374532726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1083151460374532726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1083151460374532726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1083151460374532726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/destiny-kin-white-self-existing-wizard.html' title='Destiny Kin:  White Self-Existing Wizard'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3213406642630621136</id><published>2009-08-22T12:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:31:23.316+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Pizza Bases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3752070058_6873270c8f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3752070058_6873270c8f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people have asked for a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kratzy/3751280621/"&gt;quick pizza base recipe&lt;/a&gt; I found recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 2 bases - small to medium in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups plain flour&lt;br /&gt;8g sachet dried instant yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup warm water&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;good pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;- Sift the flour&lt;br /&gt;- Add yeast, sugar and salt&lt;br /&gt;- Mix in water and oil in a seperate bowl and then add to flour mix&lt;br /&gt;- Remove wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;- Mix with hands until it all comes together&lt;br /&gt;- Place on a floured surface and knead for 8 minutes (or until it is elastic and springs back when you poke at it.)&lt;br /&gt;- Cut in half and roll into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;- Rest on bench for 15-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Roll onto a floured board or pizza stone or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;- Top with all your old favourites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Cook in an oven at the hottest possible temp, pizza oven, on a stone or whatever floats your boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you are using a &lt;a href="http://www.thepizzamaker.com.au/Default.asp?c=22491"&gt;Pizzamaker Pizza Oven&lt;/a&gt; the temp needs to be on the cooler side when you first pop the pizza in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-3213406642630621136?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3213406642630621136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3213406642630621136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3213406642630621136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3213406642630621136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pizza-bases.html' title='Pizza Bases'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3752070058_6873270c8f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2105452236193143615</id><published>2009-08-05T17:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:36.716+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Getting to Know Each Other - a mememe thing from Leah.</title><content type='html'>1. Did you want to get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I was actually out the door at 5:45am this morning and off to a Nia class before dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;Medium rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last movie you saw, and what grade would you give it?&lt;br /&gt;At the movies...  Disgrace with John Malkovich.  Oh man... that movie was a downer and a half!  Give it a C-.  It was worth watching, but only just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Currently it would be a toss up between True Blood and Dead Like Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be, and would you have servants?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in Asia.  Servants?  Probably not but maybe a cleaning lady.  Sheesh!  I would have that here if I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee + banana bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;I really love most Asian foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Least Favorite Place you have to dine at, because your mate/friend likes it?&lt;br /&gt;Anything takeaway like Macdonalds or KFC or Hungry Jacks (aka Burger King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;Balsamic or red wine vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive and is it junky inside?&lt;br /&gt;10 year old Toyota Corrolla.  Its pretty messy inside, but not too bad overall.  Lots of scratches from the previous owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Gym pants, tank or tee and a tie top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Portland Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full ?&lt;br /&gt;At the moment 1/2 empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I have kidlettes to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, just before dawn - when I get up in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Ipswich, Queensland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer or - embarrased to admit this - cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your least favorite household chore?&lt;br /&gt;All of them!   But probably dusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to pressure anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could be an animal, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;A cat - man Max has a charmed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like spam? The food?&lt;br /&gt;Never eaten it - although maybe as a kid with my Grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;Morning - I get cranky and sleepy early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Max the wonder cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;A social worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with my head on my mothers lap and feet on my Dad's in the front bench seat of our old Falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was a dog person, but I love my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What age do you think marriage should be legal?&lt;br /&gt;18 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;Its illegal to not wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Yep - wrote off my first car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;People talking to me like I don't have a brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;br /&gt;Lamb, zuchini, fetta, tomato and spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;Peonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel turtle from Baskin and Robbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Anything vietnamese - quick, healthy and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;None - got it first go.  Short skirt worked a treat!  hahahah!  If only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;I hate my credit card and try to never use it...  So nowhere really.  If it was one I didn't have to pay off?  Ummm...  Myer department store so I could buy something from everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;Me?  Spontaneous?  You have to be kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;Most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Like your coworkers?&lt;br /&gt;Its what keeps me coming back each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam with Mark or Laos with Andrew.  They were both pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;My husband. Malaysian food for his birthday.  It wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Max meowing and the train going by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red, red and more red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2105452236193143615?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2105452236193143615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2105452236193143615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2105452236193143615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2105452236193143615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-to-know-each-other-mememe-thing.html' title='Getting to Know Each Other - a mememe thing from Leah.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4935428761438046418</id><published>2009-07-28T22:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:40:51.135+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Mark's Mocha Birthday Layer Cake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mark's Mocha Birthday Layer Cake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspired by the Crabapple Bakery's Dinosaur Rock Cupcakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364035008116072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SnDha4WEoiI/AAAAAAAAANw/kRniiYe-h2g/s200/Cake+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SnDhNmNjgXI/AAAAAAAAANo/6ykeCKBdZW4/s1600-h/Cake+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364034779910209906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SnDhNmNjgXI/AAAAAAAAANo/6ykeCKBdZW4/s200/Cake+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups plain flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp bi-carb soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3 tbls instant coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 cup hot water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cold water&lt;br /&gt;200g room temp butter&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tbls good quality vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat over to 170 degrees C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease and line 3 x 20cm round cake tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift into a mixing bowl the flour, soda, baking powder and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into another bowl mix the hot water, cocoa and coffee. Blend until completely smooth. Mix in the cold water and whisk until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yet another bowl - hang in there its worth the washing up! Cream the butter for at least 2 minutes. Add one third of the caster sugar and beat for another 2 mins. Continue until all the sugar added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat the butter / sugar mix for between 2 mins and 5 mins - until sugar has almost dissolved and is light and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add eggs one at a time to the creamed butter - beating for at least 1 min each time. After all 4 eggs added beat until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and beat well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate addition of 1/4 flour mix and 1/4 cocoa mix. Beat slowly between each addition - don't over beat at this point or the mixture stiffens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide mixture between the three tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for around 30-40 mins - check often as every oven will vary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Fudge Layer Filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This makes 3 cups which is quite a lot of filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups cream (don't even think of low fat!)&lt;br /&gt;400g chocolate (dark or milk - your call)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a heavy saucepan bring the cream to boil gently. Add cream to the chocolate in a mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave for 1 min to soften the chocolate and slowly blend with a wooden spoon. Try not to incorporate any air to achieve a silky ganache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the mixture has cooled to room temperature fold the mixture with a fork to open up the texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a silicone or rubber spatula fold half of the whipped cream. Add the remaining cream and fold lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a lighter mousse add more whipped cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assembling the cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the cakes are cool cut the dome off the cakes to flatten them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover the bottom tier with the Chocolate Fudge Mousse and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the next tier, press down slightly and move up to the second teir. Cover in fudge mousse and strawberries and pop on the top layer. Press down slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumb coat the cake in your frosting of choice.* Make sure your crumb coat gets right into the layers so there is no lines on the outside of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the crumb coat is dry frost with your choice of frosting. I used a chocolate butter cream and decorated with more strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crumb coating is a preparation layer - a very thin frosting layer that you allow to harden. Almost like a primer when you are painting a wall.&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/33195393-4935428761438046418?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4935428761438046418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4935428761438046418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4935428761438046418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4935428761438046418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/marks-mocha-birthday-layer-cake.html' title='Mark&apos;s Mocha Birthday Layer Cake.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SnDha4WEoiI/AAAAAAAAANw/kRniiYe-h2g/s72-c/Cake+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4570386386866414256</id><published>2009-07-28T21:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:40:51.135+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Dark Chocolate Goddess Cake Recipe (gluten free)</title><content type='html'>This recipe was from an amazing gluten-free website I found called &lt;a href="http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karina's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.  I made this for a friend's BBQ and served with strawberries and Karina's &lt;a href="http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/02/mexican-hot-fudge-sundae-sauce.html"&gt;Mexican Hot Fudge Sundae&lt;/a&gt; sauce. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Goddess Cake Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  adding blanched almond flour will produce a sturdy, dense chocolate experience. Apparently this cake only gets better as it sits overnight but the one I made didn't last that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces good quality dark chocolate, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, cut into pieces (6 oz. butter)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon good vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;7 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup light brown sugar, packed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup almond flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line the bottom of a 9-inch Springform pan with a circle of parchment paper and grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the chocolate and butter in a medium to smallish saucepan, and set the pan into a slightly larger sauce pan filled with two inches of hot water; bring the water to a simmer and slowly melt the chocolate and butter together. Stir with a wooden spoon until the chocolate and butter are melted together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the pans from the heat, and set aside the pan of chocolate and allow it to cool a bit (to warmish). Stir it often to keep it smooth. (Or you could do this melting thing the postmodern way and heat it in a glass dish in the microwave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using an electric mixer, beat the heck out of the eggs until they appear light colored and frothy; add the sugar and beat it all again until the mixture is thick and flows in ribbons, about 5-6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very slowly - pour about half of the warm chocolate into the egg-sugar mixture (to gently temper it). Beat on low to combine. At this point switch over to a wooden spoon, and blend in the remaining chocolate by hand. Add the vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift the cocoa into the batter and gently mix. If you're adding the almond flour, do the same. Lightly combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the batter into the prepared springform pan and bake at 350 degrees F. for about 50 minutes. Ovens vary! Err on the near side if you like a fudgier texture; bake it longer and it becomes drier, more cake-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the top of the cake may be cracked - that's fine. A toothpick inserted into the cake’s center will emerge clean with a few moist crumbs when done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool the cake in the pan, on a wire rack. Loosen the cake from the edges of the pan with a small flexible spatula, and release the spring clasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may serve the cake right side up or invert it onto a 9-inch serving plate and peel off the parchment.  Mine domed and needed to be serve upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust the cake with cocoa powder or powdered sugar and garnish with a few scattered raspberries or mint leaves, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4570386386866414256?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/02/dark-goddess-cake.html' title='Dark Chocolate Goddess Cake Recipe (gluten free)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4570386386866414256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4570386386866414256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4570386386866414256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4570386386866414256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-chocolate-goddess-cake-recipe.html' title='Dark Chocolate Goddess Cake Recipe (gluten free)'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6596108705947212921</id><published>2009-05-27T20:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:59.152+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>10 more sleeps....</title><content type='html'>Then I get to go here for a weekend away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monbii.com.au/"&gt;Monbii at Montville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to get away, relax, drink lots of wine and go hiking - not in that order of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6596108705947212921?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6596108705947212921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6596108705947212921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6596108705947212921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6596108705947212921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-more-sleeps.html' title='10 more sleeps....'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-724806787236427517</id><published>2009-04-29T16:50:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:47.881+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Nia journeys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So... I'm working on the Nia routine Sanjana at the moment and I am really enjoying it. Its funny but every time I learn a new routine I tell my students "this is my FAVOURITE one yet!" I didn't realise this until one of my students said "but you said that about AO as well last month!" Let's just say that every new journey uncovers a new aspect of Nia and my body's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that Sanjana was "in my body" within the first two or three times I danced it through. I have base move sheets which I do up to learn from and I haven't really used them much this time at all. I know a large part of that is due to that fact that I have danced this routine with other teachers more than a few times in the past but it is a great sensation to learn a routine and have it "in my body" so soon. Muscle memory is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide which song is my new favourite but I am loving "Sol Tapado" by Theivery Corp and "I'm in Heaven" by Universal Funk most at the moment. The groove, the elbows, the jumps - everything just resonates through the body in a warm and welcoming way - feels like home. Loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjana has been my first Debbie routine as well which has been a cool learning process - having learnt all Carlos routines in the past. I have favoured Carlos routines in the past but have made a committment to myself to setp outside the comfortable and learn Debbie routines for the next little while. I may make an acception with Passion however... I have danced that once or twice and I really enjoy it. May have to make a special order of that one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to learn Earthsong as well which I am dancing with the ever lovely Tracey as she starts out on her Nia teaching journey. Joining her 6am classes is AWESOME! I am loving starting the day with Nia. If only the Friday morning classes were 10 minutes closer to allow me to attend them as well... maybe if I started work later on a Friday morning... Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be teaching morning wake up classes at a women's conference in September and it will be wonderful to dance Sanjana with them. The Queensland Rural Women's Network will be embracing the joy of movement by the end of their weekend! The conference theme is "Reigniting the Passion - Passing the Torch of Creative Energy" and I can't wait to share Nia with these women. the classes will be outdoors so there will be a wonderful Spring energy to the classes as well. So exciting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-724806787236427517?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/724806787236427517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=724806787236427517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/724806787236427517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/724806787236427517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/nia-journeys.html' title='Nia journeys.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7488969511648349074</id><published>2009-04-17T09:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>End of a sad and generally crappy week.</title><content type='html'>A work friend died from a heart attack - the least likely person to ever expect as a heart attack candidate. Younger than my parents, fit and active. Certainly makes you more aware of mortality and that it can honestly happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at work it was quite emotional - a number of people having worked with him for over 30 years.  I have shared a desk space with him for the past 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday...  Another workmate was rushed into hospital for surgery on his leg.  Which ended up being worse than first suspected - he will be in hospital for at least another 4 days or so to fight off infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy, sad and eventful week so I am looking forward to a weekend that is quiet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7488969511648349074?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7488969511648349074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7488969511648349074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7488969511648349074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7488969511648349074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-sad-and-generally-crappy-week.html' title='End of a sad and generally crappy week.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2939823580723474066</id><published>2009-01-30T11:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.683+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Bring on the holidays!</title><content type='html'>In the process of wrapping up work for the month... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually never taken a month off work on "official rec leave".  I think in 2001 when I went to Canada I can close to a month off - think it was about 3 weeks or so.  Then in 2004-2005 I took 3 weeks off when Mark came to visit in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of mid-afternoon today I am a free woman for a whole 4 weeks...  Bliss!  Scary, but I am slightly more excited about this prospect than my wedding the following weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on Malaysia and Borneo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Cambodian girlfriends will be arriving on Tuesday and I am over the moon about this.  I havent't seen Theary since leaving Cambodia and am so excited about this prospect.  I received an email from her yesterday saying how excited she is and that there is a high likelihood of tears at the airport.  I assured her that the tears would be freely flowing on both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is being checked and double checked but it looks like we are all set to go.  Only one week to go now and I get to become Mrs Denman - sounds kinda strange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2939823580723474066?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2939823580723474066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2939823580723474066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2939823580723474066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2939823580723474066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bring-on-holidays.html' title='Bring on the holidays!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-799181279199388300</id><published>2009-01-23T10:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:39.924+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Obama's Rural Policy.</title><content type='html'>For anyone who hasn't read the agricultural policy for the new US government it is quite interesting...  Now really people why wouldn't you have read the rural policy?  It is REALLY interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said… I’m torn…  Natalie Imbruglia style…  It appears that there is a lot of “utopian” view of small country markets direct selling to consumers or direct supplying supermarkets in these policies - "gettting back to the roots" - which is just not possible with our current populations.  It is a very populist view to have a "weekend getaway" or "build a vegie patch to feed the family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think grow what you can, but buy the rest is a good option for many.  There is also a trend recently reported in the “do it for me” culture.  So people - far wealthier than I - who pay gardeners to develop and tend a vegetable garden in their yard.  They can pick their produce and “feel good” but never tended the garden.  Very strange!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Steph's rant begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons small family run farms in the US are still in existence is due to the substanital subsidies offered to farmers.  I agree with the comments made by a number of commentators that, in opposition to common thinking, family run farms are not being smothered by the larger commercial operators.  The larger farms, in a lot of cases, started out as small ones and became more and more productive - requiring fewer and fewer operators, so the poorer operators leave.  No different to a restaurant strip where you have competing operators - the poorer operators have to get out as they can't compete.  Farms are a business like every other and if you are not competitive you will exit the industry.  Develop a niche, increase productivity or get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the Green Revolution was all about - producing more on the same land.  I am not saying whether this is good or bad, however put simply if we want to feed the masses (and don't get me started about the large amounts of food grade staples going into biofuels) we need to produce more.  Small operators simply don't get the production levels needed to sustain the ever increasing populations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing…  I cannot believe that the US doesn't already have Country of Origin labelling in place.  In Australia all imported fresh produce - fish, meat and fruit / vegetables etc all have country of origin labelling to allow consumers to make the choice.  Sometimes the only option you have - due to seasonality of produce - is to opt for the imported alternative.   I have to admit last night I was shopping for lemons and I could not purchase Australian grown lemons much to my disgust.  I had to purchase the US imported option and the quality was quite bad really.  However, at least I knew the origin of the product and made an informed purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as seafood is concerned I never purchase imported seafood - my theory is that I live in a country surrounded by water...  Why the hell would I purchase seafood sourced from overseas?  In some cases with meat labelling it even goes as far as processor - so with chicken I can select which chicken processor I purchase from.  I always try to buy from the company I used to work for as I know their operating standards inside and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of issues with the grow organic, buy local campaign.  I agree, buy local and organic where possible, but for me it is more about the opportunity to purchase from the farmer - it is a relationship decision.  I also look at it from an input basis - this took less inputs to grow.  Less fertilizer, less chemicals and better for the soil - so, in theory, the land will be handed on in a better condition.   The health, quality and taste never really enter into the equation.  I have read mountains of scientific, sociological and public interest documents and there is very little evidence to convinve me that organic has many - if any - health implications.  I think my decision to purchase organic - and I don't all the time due to the fact that financially it costs significantly more - has more to do with fingerprint on the environment than a personal health implication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that the "buy local" is a really important factor.  Purchasing locally you are purchasing seasonally - whatever is in season and available.  To me this is an important part of lifecycles and living how nature intended us to.  I try, try, try to only eat what is in season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect that I don’t quite understand is the renewed push by the US government to encourage young farmers onto the land.  Come on...  The US has had the some of the best agricultural education programming for generations.  The 4-H and Future Farmers of America programs has been replicated internationally and it is all about putting young people in touch with the rural communities and farming practices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of an idealised rural life is far from reality of getting up at dawn to milk cows / check on livestock etc.  Farming is freakin' hard work and most young Gen Y's opt for a more transferrable profession that gives a more balanced lifestyle and family balance.  It is no wonder that my graduating class in 1997 was approximately 30 across plant and animal industry majors.  My degree has since been dissolved due to a lack of students in successive years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The industry needs bodies - agreed - but industries also needs to question why people haven't chosen it as a career; it needs to adjust its practices and mentality to make it more inviting option to new entrants.  That is both financially and socially.  The dairy industry is one such example - instead of buying a farm, which is nearly impossible for a young farmer, there should be options to co-farm, rent or similar type of thing.  It is about changing the mind set of older generations on "this is how we farm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-799181279199388300?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitehouse.gov/agenda/rural/' title='Obama&apos;s Rural Policy.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/799181279199388300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=799181279199388300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/799181279199388300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/799181279199388300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-rural-policy.html' title='Obama&apos;s Rural Policy.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4262140002740709796</id><published>2009-01-12T10:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.683+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>21 pieces of advice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;21 pieces of advice...&lt;br /&gt;...your mum should have told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s some life advice you’ll only ever learn from your mum, bless her! But we’re not always listening when she shared it. Here’s a quick refresher…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got the hiccups? A spoonful of peanut butter will stop them in their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid chipped nail polish by dipping your nails in cold water when you’ve finished painting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pouring white wine over a red wine stain will save your clothes from a messy death. We’re serious! Rinse the white wine out then machine wash as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the link below for the remaining 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you sit in gum, pop your pants in the freezer for a few days. This freezes the chewy solid and it should peel off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chill your used tea bags and use tem to get rid of eye puffiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Leftover takeaway does not improve with age. Store your Chinese/Thai/Indian leftovers in a glass or porcelain dish (seal with cling wrap) and eat within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At a barbecue, put some freshly chopped mint in a vase to keep the flies and mozzies away. They hate the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For brighter clothes, add about 1/3 cup of white vinegar to the rinse cycle when washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep two chopping boards in your kitchen (one for meat, one for vegies) and as they become overscored (with cutting marks), replace them. Bacteria breeds inside the scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop your mirrors from fogging up by applying a thin film of shaving cream or liquid soap. Use a lint free cloth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop your potatoes from sprouting green shoots by storing them with an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Got ants? Find out where they’re coming from, then sprinkle a trail of sage, cinnamon or pepper around these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Constantly talking on the phone will clog your pores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Possums on the roof driving you nuts? Mix a little olive oil and chilli powder and sprinkle it around the gutters. They’ll soon vacate the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seal bananas in a brown paper bag if you want to speed up the ripening process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Onions won’t make you cry if you store them in the fridge and peel them under cold running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you spill wax on the carpet, place a piece of brown paper on it and iron lightly on low heat. The wax will stick to the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Microwave lemons for 30 seconds before squeezing to get more juice out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Clean up rusty pots and pans by rubbing half a potato dipped in baking soda over their wet surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The key to cooking the perfect steak is to only turn it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your candles will burn a lot longer if stored in the fridge until just before use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4262140002740709796?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4262140002740709796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4262140002740709796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4262140002740709796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4262140002740709796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-pieces-of-advice.html' title='21 pieces of advice...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7430086027469205052</id><published>2009-01-08T11:07:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.683+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>My kid could paint that: toddler's art on show</title><content type='html'>Yes but does this exhibit have a guy pooping on a toilet? I think Freeman Davis could teach this little artist a thing or two...&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My kid could paint that: toddler's art on show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am AEST Thu Jan 8 2009 (Clare Kermond, The Age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWVUXnWZpmI/AAAAAAAAALM/kX7njudHkOM/s1600-h/mbn_andre_wideweb__470x294,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288726102093178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWVUXnWZpmI/AAAAAAAAALM/kX7njudHkOM/s200/mbn_andre_wideweb__470x294,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS a story of a child prodigy or a deliberate joke at the expense of the art world? In the curious case of Aelita Andre, it could be both of those things — or neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October, Fitzroy commercial gallery director Mark Jamieson was asked by a Russian-born photographer whose work he represented to consider the work of another artist. Nikka Kalashnikova showed Jamieson some abstract paintings by an artist called Aelita Andre; Mr Jamieson liked what he saw and agreed to include it in a group show, alongside work by Kalashnikova and Julia Palenov (also a Russian) at his &lt;a href="http://www.bsgart.com.au/"&gt;Brunswick Street Gallery&lt;/a&gt; later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jamieson then started to promote the show, printing glossy invitations and placing ads in reputable magazines Art Almanac and Art Collector, in which the abstract work was featured. Only then did he discover a crucial fact about the new artist: Aelita Andre was Nikka Kalashnikova's daughter, and she was then just 22 months old. She turns two tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to the story - follow the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was shocked and, to be honest, a little embarrassed," Mr Jamieson said of his response to the revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought hard about whether or not to proceed, and talked it over with his colleagues. "And then I thought, 'Well, we'll give it a go'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jamieson says the Brunswick Street Gallery has a policy of supporting emerging artists, though that policy doesn't usually extend to artists quite so young. He stands by his decision to show the work but concedes some people will think the gallery is doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argues it is difficult to judge abstract painting. "There are different approaches, there is a formal approach and then there is a free-form approach that comes off a more intuitive base. And if you're thinking about the latter, perhaps a two-year-old can do it as well as a 30-year-old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka Kalashnikova says she and her husband, Michael Andre, did not set out to mislead the gallery. They simply wanted Aelita's work to be judged on its merits. "Of course, every mother is proud of their child. I didn't tell him (Jamieson) because I had all these feelings going through my head — fear, embarrassment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalashnikova says Aelita began painting shortly before she could walk. Both parents are artists and Aelita was used to seeing them work on canvases on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalashnikova at first dismissed Aelita's painting as "just mucking around" but by August last year she'd seen enough potential that she provided her with a canvas painted red (by her mother) and let her get to work. The image that resulted is among those on display in the exhibition, which opens on January 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a typical toddler in other respects — she is a fan of Hi-5 and Care Bears — Aelita often pesters her mother for the paintbrushes, and her parents have set up an area where she can paint, using mainly acrylics on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre said that as soon as his young daughter began drawing in her Montessori play group, he could see her creations were quite different to other children's. "It immediately leapt out as a defined representation of something in an abstract form," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Andre admitted that most young children never had the opportunity to create art using proper materials and if others were given the chance, there likely would be more art like Aelita's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a view shared by The Age's art critic, Robert Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shown the works without any information on the artist, Nelson said his first impression was of "credible abstractions, maybe playing on Asian screens with their reds. They're heavily reliant on figure/ground relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after learning Aelita's age, Nelson said he was not particularly surprised. "I have kids and when they were little, I used to do lots of painting exercises with them. If it is a child's work, it's not a child alone. We're happy to credit the child but it begins with a parental concept," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson said that he could go to any primary school and pick out some credible work from among the portfolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there have been plenty of hoaxes in the art world and some critics of modern art have used the argument that a child could do better than some of the big names in the genre, nobody involved in the Aelita Andre saga has set out to belittle abstract art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one's been tricked here," Nelson said. "You can't really trick a commercial gallery, the process of authenticity is too strict. The gallery probably thinks this is fun and I do too. I love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita's paintings are priced between $350 and $2000. Her parents said they would likely place the proceeds of any sales in a trust fund for their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr Jamieson said that he would not be "making a habit" of displaying other child artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita Andre's work is part of the exhibition Soulcatcher X 3, at Brunswick Street Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7430086027469205052?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2009/01/07/1231004105005.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1' title='My kid could paint that: toddler&apos;s art on show'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7430086027469205052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7430086027469205052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7430086027469205052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7430086027469205052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-kid-could-paint-that-toddlers-art-on.html' title='My kid could paint that: toddler&apos;s art on show'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWVUXnWZpmI/AAAAAAAAALM/kX7njudHkOM/s72-c/mbn_andre_wideweb__470x294,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4094869924611570325</id><published>2009-01-07T16:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.684+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Job offers.</title><content type='html'>First - a little background to this story. About 3 months ago I got a phone call from a recruitment agency asking me to apply for a position in Canberra. It is a dream sort of job for me and it offers a HUGE salary increase. The sort of salary increase I would never achieve in my currrent organisation. Everything about it is exciting - apart from the location which is crap!! That... and I am getting married in 4 weeks and would spend the first year of my married life living in another state from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for the job thinking there is not a hope in Haiti that I will get an interview. I apply for a bit of a lark. Wonders never cease - a week before Christmas they fly me down to Canberra for an interview. Again... I head down for a "bit of a lark"thinking there is &lt;strong&gt;no hope&lt;/strong&gt; of getting the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get a phone call offering me "a position". Not the position I applied for however - I was quite correct in my assumption that I am not even remotely qualified for it. But it is a really good offer all the same. They didn't appoint anyone to the Senior role I applied for. Instead they restuctured internally and promoted from within. Then swapped around portfolios and created a suite of portfolios that matches my skills and passions. We are talking project managment in the areas of rural women's issues, leadership, rural vocational training, farm safety and regional mental health programs - perfect for what I love...  This is the sort of job that would be amazing - travel, interesting work and great salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark had 12 months left on his uni degree so there is no chance we would be able to both live in Canberra. We want to start a family and I currently have a permanent position - so that means materinity leave benefits etc. Such a big grown up decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite conflicted and it is soooo tempting... However I think I am going to have to turn them down. This is such a hard thing to turn down - the first time my personal life has really taken a front seat to a professional advancement. Wow... It is really blowing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4094869924611570325?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4094869924611570325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4094869924611570325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4094869924611570325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4094869924611570325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-offers.html' title='Job offers.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1533545716232320473</id><published>2009-01-06T21:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.684+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Countdowns...</title><content type='html'>4 weeks from today Sotheary arrives from Cambodia for my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks and 2 days from today Andrew arrives for my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month from today most of my friends will be together for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;One month from tomorrow I will be getting married.&lt;br /&gt;One month and one day from tomorrow I will be going to Borneo for my honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all happening now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1533545716232320473?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1533545716232320473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1533545716232320473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1533545716232320473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1533545716232320473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdowns.html' title='Countdowns...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5030668188237838169</id><published>2009-01-06T12:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.684+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>A few of my favourite things...</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness... Just tasted &lt;a href="http://www.yogenfruz.com.au/"&gt;Yogen Fruz&lt;/a&gt; for the first time.   Amazing! I am in love with this product. At only 150 calories per serve it is a gift from the gods I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana and mango yogen fruz is set to quickly become my favourite tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWLDYmUtNQI/AAAAAAAAALE/1NvGaIpXXBo/s1600-h/Yogen+Fruz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288003739858056450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWLDYmUtNQI/AAAAAAAAALE/1NvGaIpXXBo/s320/Yogen+Fruz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5030668188237838169?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5030668188237838169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5030668188237838169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5030668188237838169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5030668188237838169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='A few of my favourite things...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWLDYmUtNQI/AAAAAAAAALE/1NvGaIpXXBo/s72-c/Yogen+Fruz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1505475152678138210</id><published>2009-01-06T10:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:20.684+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Cute story from the news today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWKtdonaf6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/d85ioOPh1Y0/s1600-h/0601_hanover_elopers_nh_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287979637116927906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWKtdonaf6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/d85ioOPh1Y0/s320/0601_hanover_elopers_nh_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children, aged six and seven, try to elope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;07:57 AEST Tue Jan 6 2009 - AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two childhood sweethearts, aged six and seven, eloped from Hanover in northern Germany on New Year's Eve, determined to tie the knot under the African sun, police have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair identified as Mika and Anna-Lena "are very much in love and decided to get married in Africa where it is warm, taking with them as a witness Anna-Lena's little sister, aged five," police spokesman Holger Jureczko said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for the romantic trip began when Mika told the two girls about his recent holiday in Italy, while their families celebrated New Year's Eve together. "From this, the children began to make plans for the future," Jureczko said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first dawn of 2009 broke, the trio started to put these plans into action, packing all the essentials for the journey, including "sunglasses, swimming trunks, a lilo, summer clothes and provisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to The Guardian newspaper, Anna-Bell told the German television station RTL: "We wanted to get married and so we just thought: 'Let's go there.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika said: "We wanted to take the train to the airport, then we wanted to get on a plane and when we arrived we wanted to unpack the summer things and then we wanted to go for a bit of a stroll in the sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while their parents slept, the trio left their house in the suburbs of Hanover, walked a kilometre up the road to a tram stop from where they took a tram for the central station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a train to the airport, they aroused the attention of a guard who contacted police.&lt;br /&gt;Two officers managed to convince the young lovers that they would struggle to get to Africa without money or a plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consolation, the children were given a special tour of the police headquarters at Hanover station where they were especially taken with the detention cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relieved parents picked them up from the station, the spokesman said, adding: "They can still put their plan into action at a later date."&lt;/span&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/33195393-1505475152678138210?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=706878' title='Cute story from the news today...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1505475152678138210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1505475152678138210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1505475152678138210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1505475152678138210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-story-from-news-today.html' title='Cute story from the news today...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SWKtdonaf6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/d85ioOPh1Y0/s72-c/0601_hanover_elopers_nh_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1235021157722962252</id><published>2009-01-02T20:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:42:17.401+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys...</title><content type='html'>For Christmas Mark and I bought a new camera as a shared Christmas present... I am in lust with my new camera. It is amazing and so much fun. Mark likes it because it has really easy point and shoot functions so he doesn't have to think about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=145&amp;amp;modelid=17627"&gt;Canon Powershot SD990 IS&lt;/a&gt; (a new model in the Elph series). Here she is... Isn't she a cutie? So tiny after my old Powershot Pro I purchased over 3 years ago - I can fit this into my handbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644117618589570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SV3u0KyQf4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JSOaHelGb2I/s320/new+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33195393-1235021157722962252?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1235021157722962252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1235021157722962252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1235021157722962252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1235021157722962252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-toys.html' title='New toys...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SV3u0KyQf4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JSOaHelGb2I/s72-c/new+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8340009290897988057</id><published>2008-12-29T14:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:02:37.105+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Earth Stood Still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVhY3ouxL0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lT_naLWtPxc/s1600-h/Day_the_Earth_Stood_Still_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071875568906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVhY3ouxL0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lT_naLWtPxc/s200/Day_the_Earth_Stood_Still_1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Having been a fan of the 1951 movie I was intrigued by the remake. I recall watching the original many times as a kid and LOVING it. The original scared me - I was terrified of aliens and the messages stayed with me for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.... I shouldn't hope for much being a remake however... there was the hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In selecting the lead I know the casting agents thought... "Hmmm where to find an actor with no skills in emoting?". Keanu Reeves was perfect for the role of Klaatu as it did not require any form of emotion to be shown - well done Keanu, a completely wooden performance in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bother to see this version - it is completely forgettable! At the end I was very much "Humph, well that was pretty average - not terrible, but very, very average". Go to the video store and rent the original. The concepts and the fear of aliens, cold war and atomic weapons are all so much better suited to the 1950's movie experience rather than the politically correct environmental message in the remake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8340009290897988057?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8340009290897988057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8340009290897988057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8340009290897988057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8340009290897988057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-earth-stood-still.html' title='The Day the Earth Stood Still...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVhY3ouxL0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lT_naLWtPxc/s72-c/Day_the_Earth_Stood_Still_1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1218820319766796232</id><published>2008-12-24T09:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:38:32.084+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all...  And to all a good night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVFzGzOpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZrJNY4Ndl1I/s1600-h/3119352023_0f30e01920_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283130398550353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVFzGzOpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZrJNY4Ndl1I/s200/3119352023_0f30e01920_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how quicky this year has passed us by.  I am certain someone stole a few months somewhere along the way.  However...  be that as it may the year has nearly finished and we are looking straight down the barrel of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will bring with it a whole new world of challenges.  I will be getting married in 6 weeks - again where have the past 18 months gone?  Catering is still up in the air but everything else is under control.  Fingers crossed it will all happen smoothly on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that is the joy of Malaysia.  With health issues throwing a spanner in the works we will still be enjoying the orangutans, proboscis monkeys and tarsiers of Borneo in February.  I cannot even start to tell you how happy I am to be taking a month off work!  This will be an amazing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I acheive in 2008...  I hate this part...  Apart from teaching Nia on a part time basis and starting a new job in policy, 2008 has been a pretty "nothing" year.  I am quite happy to see the back of it actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped down from repsonsibility at Zonta mid way through the year which was a nice relief.  I discovered the music of the Great Lake Swimmers - who I love.  I read a lot more books than I have done in recent year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am trucking off from work around 11:30am.  Heading to the Gold Coast beaches for a picnic with friends.  Tonight will be church service at 11:30pm and Christmas morning spent with Mark's family.  Lunch will be in Brisbane so it will be an hour's drive before spending the afternoon with my family.  Home in the evening to spoil my baby cat silly with tuna and many snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is peaceful, filled with love and great food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1218820319766796232?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1218820319766796232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1218820319766796232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1218820319766796232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1218820319766796232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all-and-to-all-good.html' title='Merry Christmas to all...  And to all a good night...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SVFzGzOpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZrJNY4Ndl1I/s72-c/3119352023_0f30e01920_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4587104883500224617</id><published>2008-12-16T14:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:30:38.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keeps on ticking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The day is coming nearer. Less than two months to go. The checklist is slowly getting ticked off. Just one more item left to go now and we are all there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am learning that even the most prepare of us can get quite stressed by all this fuss and bother. It is quite a strain pulling everything together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My number one complaint to date - people who do not respond to requests for quotes. Even a simple - thanks but we don't want your business would suffice! Better that than waiting, waiting, waiting and nothing coming back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark and I are truly looking forward to our holiday to Malaysia. Mark has tracked down the best local markets in KL and found out they are best on a Saturday night - our last night. So I sense we will be spending up big on our last night in Malaysia - Mark may get a replaced Polo cap to match his Vietnam "genuine". That and a copy of Twilight for Miss Isabelle at work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4587104883500224617?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4587104883500224617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4587104883500224617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4587104883500224617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4587104883500224617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-keeps-on-ticking.html' title='Time keeps on ticking.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2078994274643916780</id><published>2008-12-12T11:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:56:22.088+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do I LOVE this game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Anti-Monopoly Board Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game may sound and look familiar at first, but don't be fooled. This really is a fantastic game. Terrific to teach those kids about the differences that are out there in the big wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This real estate trading game presents an exciting twist where players choose free enterprise or monopoly - and play under different rules as a result. In addition, this fun and intriguing game comes to you after making its way through a fascinating, real-world legal battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide for yourself: who wins? Is it the Competitor who charges fair market value for rent? Or is it the Monopolist who amasses control over whole regions and can charge much higher fees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is more difficult that regular monopoly, therefor it not only provides a new challenge for a adult, it is not too difficult for a youngster to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;game board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;game money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 blue monopolist pawns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 green competitor pawns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25 monopolist cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25 competitor cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 title/mortgage notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;35 houses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 apartments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instructions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SUHEaAgS5SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-xduLHs7yoo/s1600-h/antimonopolybignew_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278716189346030882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SUHEaAgS5SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-xduLHs7yoo/s200/antimonopolybignew_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/33195393-2078994274643916780?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2078994274643916780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2078994274643916780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2078994274643916780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2078994274643916780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-much-do-i-love-this-game.html' title='How much do I LOVE this game!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SUHEaAgS5SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-xduLHs7yoo/s72-c/antimonopolybignew_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-11578544123180850</id><published>2008-12-02T15:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:56:06.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC blamed for financial crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AC/DC blamed for financial crisis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Stuart Fagg, &lt;a href="http://money.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=656192"&gt;ninemsn Money&lt;/a&gt;, October 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the global financial crisis continues to make headlines around the world, talk is inevitably turning to who is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual suspects have been wheeled out — greedy investment bankers, greedy investors, greedy politicians and so on — but it seems a group of Aussie legends could be inadvertantly to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According the UK Guardian's music critic, Alexis Petridis, Aussie rockers AC/DC's ascension to the top of the UK charts amid the current crisis may be no coincidence. Every time the iconic rockers have topped the charts, financial catastrophe has shortly followed, particularly in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the band formed in Sydney in 1973, the world was hit by the global oil crisis, which saw prices quadruple. In 1980, meanwhile, as the UK struggled with inflation at 20 percent and unemployment hit 2 million, AC/DC released Back in Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Australia was gripped by "the recession we had to have" in 1990 and interest rates soared towards 20 percent, AC/DC scored a remarkable comeback with The Razor's Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2008 as the world is gripped by the biggest financial crisis since the great depression and guess who's comback album is number one in the UK? That's right, AC/DC's Black Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Guardian's Petridis said, the world economy may be in tatters and uncertainty may be the watchword, but one thing remains constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Western capitalism might collapse but at least [Angus] Young can be relied on to perform a song about either rock and roll or testicles while wearing shorts, blazer and cap," he wrote. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-11578544123180850?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://money.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=656192' title='AC/DC blamed for financial crisis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/11578544123180850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=11578544123180850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/11578544123180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/11578544123180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/12/acdc-blamed-for-financial-crisis.html' title='AC/DC blamed for financial crisis'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8382724090501346653</id><published>2008-10-27T10:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:47:28.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love the Police Blotter...</title><content type='html'>Amusing description of the act...  Every time I read this I hear a bad American "Puff Daddy" style accent in my head.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLICE ARREST PROSTITUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sok Srey Neang, a 27-year-old prostitute, was arrested by Tuol Kork police on the suspicion of being an accomplice to a robbery in Tuol Sangke village and commune, Russey Keo district, Phnom Penh at 1am Wednesday. The police said that Choy Min, 28, had his Suzuki Viva stolen by four men &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was getting it on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with the young prostitute.&lt;/span&gt; Sok Srey Neang is currently awaiting trial in court.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8382724090501346653?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8382724090501346653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8382724090501346653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8382724090501346653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8382724090501346653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-love-police-blotter.html' title='This is why I love the Police Blotter...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4725626153155110795</id><published>2008-10-24T09:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:42:39.924+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Cake Wrecks.</title><content type='html'>If you have never been to this blog have a look sometime... There are some hilarious cake decorating mishaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks:&lt;/a&gt;  A gallery of deformed, distasteful and bizarrely decorated wedding and birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's balloon disaster on a 2 years old's birthday cake is one of my favourites - &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/10/dirty-minded-decorators.html"&gt;Dirty Minded Decorators&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good entry that is close to my heart at the moment...  Cakes for &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-brides-have-no-budget-or-taste.html"&gt;When Brides Have No Budget (Or Taste)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4725626153155110795?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4725626153155110795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4725626153155110795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4725626153155110795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4725626153155110795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/cake-wrecks.html' title='Cake Wrecks.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4157481639651798196</id><published>2008-10-23T11:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:06:44.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PP Police Blotter - Wednesday 22 October</title><content type='html'>The first brings visions of 1980's movie classic "Nuns on the Run" and the second makes me happy to know that the accused will no longer be involved in "unwholesome activities" again.  Good to see a "promise" is a legally binding tool in the judicial system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO MONKS ON THE RUN FROM POLICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phon Sokum, 21, was seriously injured after two monks, Nuth Sok Phoun, 23, and Nuth Sovanny, 24, along with a number of other men, attacked him with axes and chains in Steng Meanchey commune, Meanchey district, Phnom Penh at 6:30pm on October 15. The police said that the attack was caused by an argument between the monks and the victim's grandmother, which greatly angered the monks. Phon Sokum is currently recovering in hospital. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The two monks are on the run.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Kumpuchea Thmey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUNG MAN'S BODY DISCOVERED IN POOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao Meung, 20, and 10 of his house mates were arrested by Banteay Meanchey police when the body of Piseth Sok Heng, 24, was discovered in a pool in their backyard in Village 1, Ponlea commune, Serey Sophorn district, Banteay Meanchey province Friday. The police said that Piseth Sok Heng had been murdered. Chao Meung has been sent to court. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chao Meung's house mates have been sent home after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the police made them promise that they would not get involved in any type of unwholesome activity again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (Rasmey Kampuchea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4157481639651798196?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4157481639651798196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4157481639651798196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4157481639651798196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4157481639651798196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pp-police-blotter-wednesday-22-october.html' title='PP Police Blotter - Wednesday 22 October'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1079964637026041426</id><published>2008-10-22T14:41:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:44:36.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the ta tas month.</title><content type='html'>Every year Breast Cancer Awareness Month brings out some new ideas for the innovative and crafty amongst us. My favourite gimicky item of the month for this year - and keeping with my recent car theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift that every girl needs is the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0012LPDH6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwcakewreckc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0012LPDH6"&gt;Save the Ta Tas car magnet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it looks as thought they have sold out so this little image will have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SP6vfLy70MI/AAAAAAAAAKM/flA2OgGgSW8/s1600-h/Save+the+Ta+Tas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259834365092548802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SP6vfLy70MI/AAAAAAAAAKM/flA2OgGgSW8/s200/Save+the+Ta+Tas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1079964637026041426?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1079964637026041426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1079964637026041426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1079964637026041426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1079964637026041426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-ta-tas-month.html' title='Save the ta tas month.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SP6vfLy70MI/AAAAAAAAAKM/flA2OgGgSW8/s72-c/Save+the+Ta+Tas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8865354206294089818</id><published>2008-10-20T19:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:18.324+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Cambodian Carmaker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPxQT6Ry2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lqL1AMK1HA8/s1600-h/20042.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259166767853525314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPxQT6Ry2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lqL1AMK1HA8/s200/20042.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I take it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is my new hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.anzenberger.com/en/article/58510.html?t_by=&amp;amp;t_view=list&amp;amp;t_fpage="&gt;Cambodia Angkor car &lt;/a&gt;is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/egzRbtATaRE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/egzRbtATaRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvR1j2JzmfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvR1j2JzmfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8865354206294089818?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8865354206294089818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8865354206294089818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8865354206294089818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8865354206294089818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/cambodian-carmaker.html' title='Cambodian Carmaker...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPxQT6Ry2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lqL1AMK1HA8/s72-c/20042.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5428562117519647408</id><published>2008-10-20T14:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:25:47.782+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Khmer vehicle news...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to The Phnom Pen for this article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thephnompen.com/2008/10/one-sweeeeet-ride.html"&gt;One Sweet Ride&lt;/a&gt; - like to show off much? Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I was leaving Cambodge the flashest car I can recall would have been a Lexus... Maybe Cambodians should take a leaf out of their own book and look to this locally made vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPwHwmEuGYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jdcKOOJsB1c/s1600-h/14-Story-2---CAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259086996297357698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPwHwmEuGYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jdcKOOJsB1c/s200/14-Story-2---CAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phnompenhpost.com/index.php/2008101722185/Business/Local-carmaker-updating-Angkor-for-speed-extras.html"&gt;Local carmaker updating Angkor for speed, with extras.&lt;/a&gt; I love the photo! I think the description is hilarious - can anyone find the 3rd and 4th seats in this photo? True to Khmer spirit is has massage seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each of the Angkor II's four seats was fitted with massage vibration devices, and the roof folded down at the push of a button. Its other premium features included air conditioning, CD sound system and electric-assisted side mirrors (with flashing turn indicators), retracting aerial and screen washers. Nhean Phalet even added a television and camera to allow the driver to see the rear of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if they will export? Maybe we should alert &lt;a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/topgearaustralia/"&gt;Top Gear Australia&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/33195393-5428562117519647408?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5428562117519647408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5428562117519647408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5428562117519647408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5428562117519647408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-phnom-pen-for-this-article.html' title='Khmer vehicle news...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SPwHwmEuGYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jdcKOOJsB1c/s72-c/14-Story-2---CAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5436026067073245350</id><published>2008-10-20T10:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:18.324+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Good food security article.</title><content type='html'>Had this sent to me at work today - I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/magazine/12policy-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;pagewanted=print"&gt;New York Times Magazine:  The Food Issue - Farmer in Chief  by Michael Pollan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5436026067073245350?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5436026067073245350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5436026067073245350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5436026067073245350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5436026067073245350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-food-security-article.html' title='Good food security article.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1525983734374538682</id><published>2008-10-17T13:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:18.324+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Ahhh... That's Cambodia for you...</title><content type='html'>Some days I need something to put me back "in touch" with Cambodia. I simply turn to the Phnom Penh Post's Police Blogger... While sometimes it reminds me of the darker, awful side of Cambodia occassionally there are a few gems that make me remember the head shaking moments of disbelief that come from living in Cambodia. Highlights from this week's selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARM-WRESTLE TURNS UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Khem Savoeun, 25, was arrested for attacking his two friends with a knife following a drunken dispute in Taley village, Dangkor commune and district at 2:30pm Saturday. The police said that Khem Savoeun injured Un Leng, 28, and Yoeun Bun Thoeun, 27, following an argument about who had won an arm-wrestling match. Khem Savoeun has now been sent to court.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MEN TRY TO SELL STOLEN COW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A group of seven men were arrested by police for stealing a cow from Son Pen in Damnak Popoul village, Kampong Chhnang commune and district at 3:30am on Saturday. The police said the men stole and killed the cow because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they wanted the beef to complement the alcohol they were drinking at a party.&lt;/span&gt; They were apprehended by the police while trying to take the uneaten portion of the cow to sell at the local market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1525983734374538682?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1525983734374538682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1525983734374538682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1525983734374538682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1525983734374538682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-days-i-need-something-to-put-me.html' title='Ahhh... That&apos;s Cambodia for you...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8809121867346916898</id><published>2008-10-05T19:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:22:22.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pot Belly by Freshlyground from South Africa.  Thanks Winalee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XPl6Pb8K4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XPl6Pb8K4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8809121867346916898?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8809121867346916898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8809121867346916898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8809121867346916898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8809121867346916898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-this-song.html' title='Love this song!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8555737217155131150</id><published>2008-10-02T11:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:54:21.439+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind and Spirit please take note...  The Body is talking now.</title><content type='html'>Wow... I had somehow wiped from my memory the exhaustion that is Nia Belt Intensives - sort of how people tell me that they wipe away the pain of childbirth soon after! This time I am merely auditing... It is a great opportunity to renew, reenergise and explore my love for my Nia community I have around me - the people, the moves and the joy that it brings with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... my poor little body is talking loud and clear - slow down please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  thoracic spine is speaking to me... you need to sit correctly at this silly computer and keep me in alignment. You need to pay some attention to me and not take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right knee is speaking to me... you have not been kind to me and now I am yelling at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My core is speaking to me... you have not rested enough and now your chesty cough is telling you to rest more. Open up and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind and spirit are speaking to me... we love to do Nia and we want to more, more, more. We want to releve! We want to cross front cha cha cha! We want to spiral, to explore and to shake your booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mind and spirit but the rest of the body has spoken and voted. It will be an evening of Level 1 intensity and simply enjoying "being in the space" rather than exploration of boundaries and intensities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past few weeks have been choatic to say the least. Next weekend I have a friend arriving in town to stay for the weekend and from then I have no weekend plans for a month. That gives me a month of resting, relaxing and enjoying life. Taking time to plant new seedlings and enjoy the spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8555737217155131150?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8555737217155131150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8555737217155131150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8555737217155131150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8555737217155131150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-and-spirit-please-take-note-body.html' title='Mind and Spirit please take note...  The Body is talking now.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7976725941578134624</id><published>2008-09-24T09:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:52:44.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its oh so quiet...  Shhh...  Shhh...</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been very quiet on the blog front lately.  Makes me wonder what you are all up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...  well I to have been very quiet.  Mark and I have been questioning purchasing a new house which, after much thought and conjecture, we have decided against it for the time being.  Reasons for this include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Our house needs a lot of work to get it up to "selling standard".&lt;br /&gt;2.  We need to get through the wedding first.&lt;br /&gt;3.  If we were to purchase a home in the coming month settlement and moving date would be smack bang in the middle of Mark's university exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  Now we have to successfully manage our neighbours who are driving us crazy.  Last weekend we had a 24 hour period of screaming matches and drunken fights - and that was between guests of the tenant!  They didn't even live there!  They make life entertaining, but incredibly annoying to live next to a block of 6 units containing no less than 5 abusive alcoholics.  Mark found one of them crawling under our car the other morning apparently trying to "save our cat" and yelling at Mark for not taking care of his pet - who was curled up on our bed asleep at the time snuggled into a quilt.  Yep... one very unhappy, mistreated cat indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get through to about March next year - post wedding.  Then it will be a "free for all" as we seek new walls and a roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime there is painting, skirting boards to replace, wiring to be checked, garage doors to revitalise and a new front fence to be installed.  Fingers crossed we will be able to make some small changes over the summer and come March we will be all set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work = tiring and annoying at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Nia = working on AO and loving it!  My students are enjoying the journey almost as much as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming week is Nia Fest in Brisbane.  We have Winalee coming out from USA to run a White Belt Intensive and there are classes, workshops and general merriment abounding.  Will be wonderful fun!  Head to &lt;a href="http://www.niaaustralia.com.au/"&gt;www.niaaustralia.com.au&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7976725941578134624?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7976725941578134624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7976725941578134624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7976725941578134624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7976725941578134624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-oh-so-quiet-shhh-shhh.html' title='Its oh so quiet...  Shhh...  Shhh...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6313714322026270933</id><published>2008-09-03T15:43:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:55:53.612+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is appalling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4lDGngAxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m3dJrt0Ours/s1600-h/0309_burger_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241667751551959826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4lDGngAxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m3dJrt0Ours/s200/0309_burger_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week Hungry Jack's (Burger King's Australian brand) launched their Quad Burger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in it? Four beef patties, four slices of cheese, two rashers of bacon, barbecue sauce, and two buns. It has no vegetable matter whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4k59TzHbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WaToihLNnF8/s1600-h/0309_burger1_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241667594434583986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4k59TzHbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WaToihLNnF8/s200/0309_burger1_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4k1cSCukI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9HJBnkFZrLg/s1600-h/0309_burger_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;It tops the scales at more than 70g of fat and over 4520Kj (1000 calories) – that is 80% of my avaerage daily calorie intake. As a bonus - if the high fat and sugar levels weren't enough - the burger has more than 1,900 milligrams of sodium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeek! I think I will give this one a miss somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The burgers are certainly not "better at Hungry Jacks". I notice the new burger is not included in the dietary information on their website.&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/33195393-6313714322026270933?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6313714322026270933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6313714322026270933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6313714322026270933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6313714322026270933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-appalling.html' title='This is appalling...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SL4lDGngAxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m3dJrt0Ours/s72-c/0309_burger_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8768004896761986074</id><published>2008-09-02T17:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:32:44.862+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The snorkel approach.</title><content type='html'>Some days it really feels as though you need a snorkel to keep breathing through all the murky depths of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that little ticker widget on the side of this page just reminds me of the 100 plus things I haven't done that need to get done in the coming 5 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8768004896761986074?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8768004896761986074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8768004896761986074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8768004896761986074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8768004896761986074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/snorkel-approach.html' title='The snorkel approach.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7667159278945145872</id><published>2008-08-26T09:08:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:14:46.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vege patch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8hIn1w4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W53PAEBClc0/s1600-h/2791267601_839aa7b138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238597331509953410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8hIn1w4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W53PAEBClc0/s320/2791267601_839aa7b138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is starting to look good! I am so happy I got it "possum proofed" before spring comes. Should be a bumper harvest this year! I am going to plant out a few seedling trays with seeds this weekend and see what sprouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8WEtn3pI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fqGlop6rwDQ/s1600-h/2791267609_41f1f78039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238597141481905810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8WEtn3pI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fqGlop6rwDQ/s200/2791267609_41f1f78039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8MZxxZrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M9hbF-cyo1s/s1600-h/2791267607_801fca0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238596975337760434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8MZxxZrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M9hbF-cyo1s/s200/2791267607_801fca0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33195393-7667159278945145872?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7667159278945145872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7667159278945145872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7667159278945145872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7667159278945145872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/vege-patch.html' title='Vege patch.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SLM8hIn1w4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W53PAEBClc0/s72-c/2791267601_839aa7b138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8621986965503302852</id><published>2008-08-20T20:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:33:42.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny videos from You Tube.</title><content type='html'>American band on CTN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZQzjsCC988&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZQzjsCC988&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khmer boy putting on an Aussie accent - a little scared about the "dingo stole my baby" part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTrul_EGrRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTrul_EGrRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian girl Rebecca Nhep on CTN.  Apparently Rebecca is (1) married to a Khmer boy, (2) invovled with GenX media, (3) is quite the star on Srok Khmer and (4) GenX media is all christian ministry program promoting values through popular music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit back and enjoy the evolution of Miss Rebecca Nhep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8aPJk2jijE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8aPJk2jijE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyFCR724tu4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyFCR724tu4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xoRPEA3h_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xoRPEA3h_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8621986965503302852?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8621986965503302852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8621986965503302852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8621986965503302852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8621986965503302852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-videos-from-you-tube.html' title='Funny videos from You Tube.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-551107377660611152</id><published>2008-08-15T20:14:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:33:57.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon ahoy!</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo! Just booked our flights for the honeymoon! &lt;a href="http://www.sabahtourism.com/"&gt;Northern Borneo&lt;/a&gt; here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an absolute bargin on &lt;a href="http://www.airasia.com/site/au/en/home.jsp"&gt;Air Asia&lt;/a&gt; - both of us return for $1300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How soon will 7 Feb 2009 come around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going on an &lt;a href="http://www.intrepidtravel.com/trips/BSS"&gt;Intrepid journey&lt;/a&gt; to save on time and organisation. It includes a jungle overnight stay with a local village so hopefully we will get to see orangutans, probiscus monkeys, a tarsier or two, maybe a python and if we are incredibly lucky a clouded leopard or bay cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness if tarsiers aren't the cutest animal on the planet I don't know what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVbN_3ByHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N0nTrqLqI9M/s1600-h/kot37055_0602ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234690437926733938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVbN_3ByHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N0nTrqLqI9M/s200/kot37055_0602ta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVbEj82wuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Chp-ydf79-Y/s1600-h/tarsier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234690275816162018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVbEj82wuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Chp-ydf79-Y/s200/tarsier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVa8ACH0YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtlYN3Jweuw/s1600-h/kot37055_0602ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more exciting we are going to climb &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Kinabalu"&gt;Mt Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 175 more days to go 'til the big day...&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/33195393-551107377660611152?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/551107377660611152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=551107377660611152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/551107377660611152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/551107377660611152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/honeymoon-ahoy.html' title='Honeymoon ahoy!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SKVbN_3ByHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N0nTrqLqI9M/s72-c/kot37055_0602ta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7597992863575730866</id><published>2008-07-31T11:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:35:59.692+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange but strangely entertaining...</title><content type='html'>So I stumbled across this blog the other day penned by Alyssa Milano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssa.mlblogs.com/"&gt;Alyssa Milano's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it strange to think of someone of this nature and "celebrity" as a normal person who goes out shopping with her Aunt and goes to visit her Gran. I also found it amazing that she didn't go to her prom because noone asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of my life reading random crap like this...  However it is strangely addictive reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7597992863575730866?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://alyssa.mlblogs.com/' title='Strange but strangely entertaining...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7597992863575730866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7597992863575730866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7597992863575730866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7597992863575730866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/strange-but-strangely-entertaining.html' title='Strange but strangely entertaining...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5264731410588274930</id><published>2008-07-30T09:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:51:04.109+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Wasn't aware of the entire global downfall of Starbucks...  Wow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a sign of global credit squeeze and cost of living increases.  Luxury items are the first to go.  I know - in an effort to save money - I have moved from purchasing coffee to drinking brewed filter coffee here at work most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5264731410588274930?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.starbucks.com' title='Starbucks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5264731410588274930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5264731410588274930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5264731410588274930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5264731410588274930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6958278659891706278</id><published>2008-07-30T09:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:47:15.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding dong the witch is dead...</title><content type='html'>Well... The Australian public have spoken with their wallets and Starbucks will be closing a vast majority of its stores throughout the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much discussion locally about why they did not flourish in Australia. Pressures from international chain such as Gloria Jeans, McCafe and Hudson's are being blamed. Personally I think it has a lot more to do with a huge resurgence in small independent, &lt;strong&gt;local&lt;/strong&gt;, coffee companies that are much, much more popular with the people I work with. &lt;a href="http://www.merlo.com.au/"&gt;Merlo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dibellacoffee.com.au/"&gt;Di Bella&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mapcoffee.com.au/"&gt;MAP&lt;/a&gt; and small coffee shops (&lt;a href="http://www.blackstarcoffee.com.au/"&gt;Black Star&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fivesensescoffee.com.au/"&gt;5 senses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jaspercoffee.com/"&gt;Jasper&lt;/a&gt;, etc) are much more popular around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall visiting Seattle about 10 years ago - before Starbuck's arrived in Australia and was amazed at the coffee culture. It is very different to Australia. Australia is - mostly - about sitting and drinking rather than grabbing and go. I was in Bellingham discussing the coffee phenomena with my taxi driver - Turbo Terry - amazed at the drive through coffee booths. Turbo told us to avoid the Starbuck's locust plague when it arrived in Australia. I am happy to advise that - in line with Australia's strong quarantine stance - we were able to avoid the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really interesting to see the failure of a multi-national and incredibly strong brand.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announcement to Customers - 29 July 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starbucks Coffee International, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Starbucks Coffee Company today announced plans to restructure its business in Australia through a geographical refocus on three core cities and surrounding areas: Brisbane, Melbourne and Sydney. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This decision will result in the closure of 61 locations throughout the country by August 3, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would like to thank all of our customers for your continued patronage and support during the past eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starbucks has been a part of the Australian market since 2000. There are currently 84 Starbucks locations throughout the country, including Brisbane, Canberra, Gold Coast, Melbourne, South Australia, Sydney, and Tasmania. 23 stores will remain open in Brisbane, Melbourne, Sydney and surrounding areas to serve customers in those communities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The list of stores that are scheduled for closure will appear on this site by 5pm July 31st after all affected stores partners (employees) have been personally notified.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other articles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/07/30/2318325.htm?section=justin"&gt;Union response&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&amp;amp;sid=a5TygRX_gJnA&amp;amp;refer=us"&gt;Bloomberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/07/30/2318485.htm?section=business"&gt;Starbucks won't be the only one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/dc686604-5d50-11dd-8129-000077b07658,dwp_uuid=e8477cc4-c820-11db-b0dc-000b5df10621.html"&gt;Starbucks tastes defeat in Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2008/0730/p09s02-coop.html"&gt;Why Starbuck's lost its mojo...&lt;/a&gt; (interesting article from the Christian Science Monitor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6958278659891706278?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.starbucks.com' title='Ding dong the witch is dead...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6958278659891706278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6958278659891706278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6958278659891706278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6958278659891706278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ing-dong-witch-is-dead.html' title='Ding dong the witch is dead...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6412919901276298751</id><published>2008-07-24T13:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:13:27.510+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Pleasure.</title><content type='html'>Extracted from today's edition of the &lt;a href="http://www.nianow.com/"&gt;Nia&lt;/a&gt; Everybody Newsletter.  I loved this piece so much...  It is written by Regena Thomashaeur - the creatrix of &lt;a href="http://www.mamagenas.com/"&gt;The School of Womanly Arts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pleasure gives you clarity. It refreshes and rejuvenates. It keeps you ahead of the curve. In my experience, dedicating yourself to pleasure doesn't cause a lightening bolt to change you overnight. It gradually aligns your thoughts and actions with what you desire. It's a journey that requires paying attention to what you want and making mistakes that you learn from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pleasure encourages you to notice what lights you up, and what doesn't. Building your life around personal fulfillment requires that you choose what lights you up again and again, each and every day.  And for each woman, it might be a different thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"For one woman it could be dating multiple men while living in a big city. For another woman it could be getting married and having lots of babies to raise. For another, it may be writing for a living in a cabin in the woods. For another, it may be working for the Peace Corps and living overseas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Since you are the only one who can identify what your deepest desires are, it requires real independence, self-knowledge, courage, and determination to attain your true, deep cravings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama Gena-Regena Thomashauer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regena Thomashaeur is the creatrix of The School of Womanly Arts. She is an icon, a movement, a revolution rolled into the body of one woman and is the author of Mama Gena's Owner's and Operator's Guide to Men, Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts, Using the Power of Pleasure to Have Your Way with the World, and Mama Gena's Marriage Manual. She lives in Manhattan where she teaches women the womanly arts in an ecstatically fun and enlightening experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6412919901276298751?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6412919901276298751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6412919901276298751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6412919901276298751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6412919901276298751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/pleasure.html' title='Pleasure.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1466647064429166412</id><published>2008-07-23T15:23:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:16:55.731+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Favourite quote of the week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a &lt;a href="http://www.lululemon.com/"&gt;Lululemon &lt;/a&gt;postcard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance, sing, floss and travel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shall now be the mantra of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1466647064429166412?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1466647064429166412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1466647064429166412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1466647064429166412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1466647064429166412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/favourite-quote-of-week.html' title='Favourite quote of the week...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5544791509482439119</id><published>2008-07-22T14:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:53:53.261+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Nia class.</title><content type='html'>I had the BEST Nia class last night.  I went to the class dragging my heels, really not wanting to be there, dog tired and quite cranky really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there, found a space on the floor and read a book for 15 mins before the students arrived.  All the time ticking through my head "I really don't want to be here".  Students arrived and the class commenced.  By the second bar into the first track I felt all my worries and cares float away and a release through my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the class I spoke to the students, thanking them for the energy they gave me and helping me to get over a small slump in mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me the strength of power that combined energy and sense of community brings with it.  Without community you are just one single solitary body.  With community you sense the transfer of energy and the combined force it brings with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with a spring in my step and a song in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5544791509482439119?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5544791509482439119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5544791509482439119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5544791509482439119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5544791509482439119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/nia-class.html' title='Nia class.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5194673947560757044</id><published>2008-07-22T08:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:02:01.601+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Jumping because...</title><content type='html'>Jump Because is a great blog...  Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy just looking at all the folks jumping for joy from all around the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jumpbecause.com/"&gt;www.jumpbecause.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS:  They posted a picture of me jumping for joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5194673947560757044?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5194673947560757044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5194673947560757044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5194673947560757044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5194673947560757044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/jumping-because.html' title='Jumping because...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5393755724743504760</id><published>2008-06-24T14:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:58:42.502+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Nia class.</title><content type='html'>Last night I taught a Girls Night Out class for my Nia class. It was rather amusing... I haven't taught it from start to finish before - I generally pick out a few songs and mix it up with another routines of Carlos'. That's the problem when you are starting out and only have a few routines - keeping it fresh and exciting! Luckily I share teach my class with another White Belt (alternating weeks) and we focus on different routines. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;By alternating weeks with another teacher it keeps things fresh and interesting for the students while I am builing up my routine database. It also makes it heaps easier to fit in with a full time workload on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night out of the 8 or so songs we danced I had never actually taught about half of them. Luckily for me the class numbers were down - thanks to cold and dark winter evenings! - so there were only a few students to witness "Steph's Night Out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certainly "in my head" throughout the class, but we had a great time with added leaps, impromptu clock steps when I couldn't recall the next move and this strange hybrid move that I think was generated from a scoop but got confused along the way. Will have to review my DVD and see just how far off track I got in parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when the Hip Hop / Urban Dance class came into the room after our Nia class and proceeded to mop the floors with towels. Apparently we tend to sweat quite a lot and the floors are a little slippery. To all the people who look at Nia and say "that doesn't look like a workout" let me assure you... it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey... Last night despite all of the hick ups we kept our bodies moving, we laughed, we sweated, we grooved and had a great time. To me... that's the key to Nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5393755724743504760?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5393755724743504760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5393755724743504760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5393755724743504760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5393755724743504760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/nia-class.html' title='Nia class.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1661518641380083160</id><published>2008-06-22T20:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:59:46.567+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Vegetable patch woes.</title><content type='html'>Something is eating my veggie seedlings...  I built a possum and cat proof fence around my veggie patch after replanting my beds as I thought they were the enemy.  However recent intelligence has got me thinking it is the evil grasshopper empire yet again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little buggers ate all my parsley, nibbled on the basil, munched on the sage and are working their way toward the lettuce and sugar snap peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interpreting this as a direct assault and will have to establish a plan to retaliate against their well planned sneak-attacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1661518641380083160?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1661518641380083160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1661518641380083160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1661518641380083160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1661518641380083160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/vegetable-patch-woes.html' title='Vegetable patch woes.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-500697748896012505</id><published>2008-06-19T11:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:00:07.142+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Life, love and mung beans.</title><content type='html'>Know how some years your birthday rolls around and you really don't feel like celebrating much?  This year I really didn't feel up to it, just wanted to ignore it and carry on.  Not too sure why.  Generally, I love birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I turned 32.  My darling boy treated me like a princess and I love him so much more for it.  He took me to my favourite restaurant and we ate so much we both felt ill coming home.  Over indulged is too weak a term for the amount we ate.  Morrocan lamb with cous cous for me.  Dessert was at a different restaurant and was a chocolate/raspberry tart.  He bought me the gifts he knew I would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I really had a crap day and it rolled into a crap week.  I guess the funky mood was sort of because I work in a new unit and I don't feel "part of the crowd" - don't think I ever will.  I knew that noone would remember or even realise it was my birthday.  Noone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the a little to do with the "getting older" and still not having acheived a few important things in my life.  Every birthday is just another reminder that I am indeed getting older and another year has passed with nothing exceptional happening.  I hate this feeling.  I hate getting older.  I hate being 32 and feeling like there is still something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life be as simple as 5 years ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-500697748896012505?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/500697748896012505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=500697748896012505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/500697748896012505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/500697748896012505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-love-and-mung-beans.html' title='Life, love and mung beans.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1255722440353772540</id><published>2008-06-07T12:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:02.016+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Junk food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have a junk food item that can beat the Hungry Man? Apparently the Baskin and Robbin's Reese Peanut Butter Cup Sundae does in the fat content arena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208958260374239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnv8Idxd8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jzqyLMXCfQ8/s320/photo_nutrition_SN036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three scoops of Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream topped with layers of Reese's Peanut Butter Sauce, chopped Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, hot fudge and whipped cream on top!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it! It sounds so freaking yummy! Peanut butter is a gift from the gods I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serving Size 1&lt;br /&gt;Serving 344 grams&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amount Per Serving % Daily Value*&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calories 1250&lt;br /&gt;Calories from Fat 730 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat 81g 125%&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat 32g 160%&lt;br /&gt;Trans Fat 1g &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol 100mg 33%&lt;br /&gt;Sodium 680mg 28%&lt;br /&gt;Total Carbohydrates 108g 36%&lt;br /&gt;Dietary Fiber 6g 24%&lt;br /&gt;Sugar 91g&lt;br /&gt;Protein 27g&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Calories per gram:&lt;br /&gt;Fat 9&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrate 4&lt;br /&gt;Protein 4&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/33195393-1255722440353772540?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1255722440353772540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1255722440353772540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1255722440353772540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1255722440353772540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/junk-food.html' title='Junk food.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnv8Idxd8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jzqyLMXCfQ8/s72-c/photo_nutrition_SN036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7363202418899380515</id><published>2008-06-07T11:46:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.006+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>What the heck??</title><content type='html'>Some days I am amazed that people wonder "how did the level of obesity get this bad". Here's part of your answer... Is this sort of thing actually sold here in Australia or is it the sole joy of our American cousins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnqU7brdUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H8uPWqGrMhQ/s1600-h/Hungry+man.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208952089302758722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnqU7brdUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H8uPWqGrMhQ/s320/Hungry+man.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208952304597533602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnqhdd9A6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JRla3r0HRNw/s320/I+know+what+I+like.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208952441379899762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnqpbBaSXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XVeR2Ipkghs/s400/Hungry_man_label.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... that is one "death in a box" meal. However, I'm not sure what I am more grossed out by the nutiritional content - or lack thereof - or the idea of microwaving the contents instead of cooking from scratch... Microwave pancakes - gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0744/"&gt;Edit:  One man's experience of the Hungry Man Meal.&lt;/a&gt;  Found this on the net and it is quite a funny breakdown of the meal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And while I am at it... Can one of my American friends please tell me what the heck is this? The Jimmy Dean's Pancakes &amp;amp; Sausage on a Stick. No really you did read that correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your favorite breakfast foods are even easier to eat. We wrapped a delicious sausage inside a sweet pancake, and put it on a stick to make it portable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208953228549044882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnrXPdKOpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gGar8jGP_b0/s400/P4030035%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of an anonymous contributor to a junk food blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus tapdancing Christ, what's next? Chocolate covered deep-fried twinkies with bacon grease in place of frosting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my breakfast this morning of a banana, an apple and 2 pieces of gluten free sultana toast look rather boring now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7363202418899380515?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7363202418899380515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7363202418899380515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7363202418899380515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7363202418899380515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-heck.html' title='What the heck??'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SEnqU7brdUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H8uPWqGrMhQ/s72-c/Hungry+man.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2162469683377597159</id><published>2008-05-14T09:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:00:21.941+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Biofuels seriously gone wrong...</title><content type='html'>There are not a lot of things in this world that actually keep me awake at night but I find this issue really worrying.  I wasn't aware of this until recently - until the report released by ECDF has given international attention to the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burmese "government"  had mandated the growing of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jatropha"&gt;Jatropha curcas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to feed in to the international biofuel industry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A report on the issue is &lt;a href="http://www.terraper.org/key_issues_view.php?id=17"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST RELEASED &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 MAY 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biofuel by Decree, a new report by the Ethnic Community Development Forum, unmasks Burma’s bio-energy fiasco. The report details how the military’s nation-wide campaign to plant eight million acres of the toxic tree Jatropha curcas for biodiesel production is resulting in forced labor, land confiscation, loss of income and food insecurity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terraper.org/key_issues_view.php?id=17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2162469683377597159?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2162469683377597159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2162469683377597159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2162469683377597159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2162469683377597159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/biofuels-seriously-gone-wrong.html' title='Biofuels seriously gone wrong...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3013495958467695514</id><published>2008-05-03T15:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:01:00.329+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>Here is a BBC sketch called "&lt;a href="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/2008/04/30"&gt;Facebook in real life&lt;/a&gt;" and it is absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this link &lt;a href="http://blog.kalabird.com/"&gt;Michaela&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook In Real Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The British haven't discovered the Internet yet, but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy Facebook. In today's video we get to see British people, in their natural habitat, enjoying their own real-life adaption of the popular Web site.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-3013495958467695514?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3013495958467695514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3013495958467695514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3013495958467695514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3013495958467695514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2947042672014239019</id><published>2008-04-30T09:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:01:07.211+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Crazy cat update.</title><content type='html'>So...  I finally got him to go back on his old bedding last night - after hours of scratching and biting.  I assume he slept on his old pillow last night as there was no scratching at our door or generally unsettled behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bed on the other hand...  Max will walk the full width of the house to avoid going near the new bed.  I have no idea why.  Maybe the stripes?  It is certainly not the smell as I completely cleaned all animal bedding throughout the house and aired it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang the manufacturer of the pet bed and they were awesome.  They have their own Dr Harry on staff to assist in the design of toys and bedding.  Sarah, the animal behaviourist (Dr Harry), is also sending up some aromatherapy spray to use as a calming tool for him.  So once we receive that I think I will bath him in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark thinks I am taking this all a little to seriously.  Yes, yes... I know!  I hate seeing Max upset and not knowing why.  But what I hate even more is spending good money on a bed that my snobby little bugger of a cat won't go near!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2947042672014239019?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2947042672014239019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2947042672014239019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2947042672014239019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2947042672014239019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-cat-update.html' title='Crazy cat update.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4597847664514903806</id><published>2008-04-28T09:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.190+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Public holidays.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a long weekend for us here in Australia for &lt;a href="http://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac_tradition.htm"&gt;Anzac Day&lt;/a&gt;. For the first time in years I didn't attend dawn service which I am a little annoyed with myself about, but I did enjoy the sleep in all the same. The weekend was spent in a very lazy mode. I did get to the gym on Saturday for bounce class (aerobics on a mini-trampoline) and on Sunday for a weights class. So I didn't feel completely lazy. Next weekend is also a long weekend for &lt;a href="http://www.afule.org.au/laborday.htm"&gt;Labour Day&lt;/a&gt; - so looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon all hell broke loose in our house. I was doing a wonderful thing and purchased a lovely new cushy bed for Max the cat for winter (below). It is made from this a great knitted material - really snuggly. I popped it into the lounge room and all of a sudden Max went crazy - and hasn't really settled since. We let him sleep in our room to try to settle him overnight - which is a big no no in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SBURGI_K9rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QQqV0t0A9ao/s1600-h/5StripeBedRed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194076542431065778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SBURGI_K9rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QQqV0t0A9ao/s200/5StripeBedRed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I picked him up to give him a snuggle and he scratching the living crap out of my stomach and ruining one of my favourite tees in the process. I cannot for the life of me work out why he has reacted so badly to the new bed. I thought it was smell and removed it from the room, but he hasn't really settled since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang the shop where I purchased the bed from and they were dumbfounded as to why he would react the way he has. I asked if there was any chance the bed was returned and had a cat smell to it? Whether there was a chemical sprayed on it that they were aware of? If the dog smell from the dog cleaning service may have an effect? If they had seen similar problems with other customers? But they drew a blank. They told me I could bring it back if I wanted to and they would talk to the manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to our vet and they are also equally flumoxed - they have never had a cat react in this way to new beddding. The only thing they can think of is a dog has laid on it in the shop or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4597847664514903806?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4597847664514903806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4597847664514903806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4597847664514903806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4597847664514903806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/public-holidays.html' title='Public holidays.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SBURGI_K9rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QQqV0t0A9ao/s72-c/5StripeBedRed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-472017407435920670</id><published>2008-04-25T12:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:00:07.142+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>A very quiet weekend.</title><content type='html'>Mark has left for a boys weekend with Ian and Paul.  They are making the very manly journey to see Helmet play their album "Meantime" from start to finish in Bryon Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet.  I am about to get stuck into cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle in for a night of cups of tea, girly movies and snuggling the cat!  Bliss...  Pure unadulterated bliss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-472017407435920670?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/472017407435920670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=472017407435920670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/472017407435920670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/472017407435920670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-quiet-weekend.html' title='A very quiet weekend.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8963641640814250044</id><published>2008-04-23T15:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.314+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Camping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SA7GW4_K9qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWTL3MUt0-o/s1600-h/Camp+Lake+Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192305516961527458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SA7GW4_K9qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWTL3MUt0-o/s200/Camp+Lake+Fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so very much want to be here: &lt;a href="http://www.camplakefire.com.au/index.htm"&gt;Camp Lake Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping, sitting by a fire, eating damper cooked over coals, toasting marshmellows and sausages over an open fire, hiking, sleeping, canoeing and generally away from a computer for a few days.&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/33195393-8963641640814250044?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8963641640814250044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8963641640814250044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8963641640814250044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8963641640814250044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/camping.html' title='Camping.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SA7GW4_K9qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWTL3MUt0-o/s72-c/Camp+Lake+Fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-423570816777998252</id><published>2008-04-16T09:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:02:10.746+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog_Journey'/><title type='text'>05 - I felt grown up when...</title><content type='html'>I still don't feel grown up.  Inside I still feel like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent months I have felt more confident in a professional capacity that's for certain.  While I see myself still as a "fresh faced graduate" I know my features are aging and changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year I see myself in a mirror and see a change.  I have aged.  I have laugh lines.  I dress a little "older".  Gone are the cut off army greens and doc martin boots - what a very sad moment that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the true "grown up" feeling will come with having children, but we will have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-423570816777998252?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/423570816777998252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=423570816777998252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/423570816777998252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/423570816777998252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/05-i-felt-grown-up-when.html' title='05 - I felt grown up when...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5442433986154672314</id><published>2008-04-15T12:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:32:44.664+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog_Journey'/><title type='text'>04 - Did you ever know someone who had "everything"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Regularly. I meet people all the time who seem to “have it all”. I meet people all the time who make me insanely jealous. However, the interesting thing is that when you get to know them you find out that they don’t necessarily “have it all”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I look at “having it all” I really don’t focus on material things. Don’t get me wrong, yeah - a nice house, a nice car would be great, but of all things on the planet they really don’t mean a lot to me. To me “having it all” is about family, friends and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I am generally most jealous of are people with large networks of friends and family around them. I generally feel at my lowest when I don’t have a million social networks on the go at any one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material possessions really don’t mean all that much to me. I am more than happy with a tiny TV rather than a plasma monster. I know Mark would disagree with this notion when it comes to kitchen needs – he doesn’t understand a girl’s need for cooking gadgetry. However even in this area I don’t have an exorbitant range – just a few of life’s cookware luxuries to make life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my comments above and my “idealistic” view of life that hasn’t stopped me going out today to buy a lottery ticket nor did it stopped me from buying a ticket in a raffle for a house that is simply amazing last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5442433986154672314?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5442433986154672314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5442433986154672314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5442433986154672314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5442433986154672314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-ever-know-someone-who-had.html' title='04 - Did you ever know someone who had &quot;everything&quot;?'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8347877557064129474</id><published>2008-04-13T10:24:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.529+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog_Journey'/><title type='text'>03 - What Do You Mean the Next Stop Is Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SAFWWP1d2rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TCeYdrskqvA/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188523185915419314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SAFWWP1d2rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TCeYdrskqvA/s200/hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm... What a weird topic. Sometimes it would simply be easier to skip a topic and make one up, but no... I will continue on this weird blogging journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this can be interpreted your take on the after life. It could be that you have simply gotten onto the wrong bus. It could be that your life is going to shit. What take to decide on?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All religions, including Buddhism, Hindu, Mayan, Christianity, Islam, Jadaism and many other, have a notion of a place of eternal suffering for some following death. I personally like the Bahai version of hell which is seem as a "remoteness from God". Everyone has a soul in Bahai and it is linked to the character of that person. When a being dies, the soul lives on eternally - freed from the physical body. Heaven is seen, in part, as a state of nearness to God; hell is a state of remoteness from God. Each state follows as a natural consequence of individual efforts, or the lack thereof, to develop spiritually throughout their lives. So live a good life and you will be close to God. Live a "bad" life and you will be held remote from God after death. No fire and brimstone, no fires and devils - simply consequence for your life's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have always been Christian in a way, but I don't think that description offered by Christianity is necessarily a reasonable description. I have always believed in spirituality regardless of the belief structure behind it. There is "something out there" but who knows what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by no means a theologian in any way. However, I really don't understand religion from a "god" point of view. To me the bible is a great book of stories provided to the massess to give them hope in bad times and to give direction when you feel lost. As for the factual nature of this... I really have no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I agree that is it facutal. I don't necessarily agree that "Christ died for my sins". I believe he may have well been a real person who was a great leader, but that would be my limit of understanding. I have difficulty understanding the miracle worker side of the story. However, I agree that it would have given hope to many in hard times to believe someone like that was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During premarriage counselling we were asked what our spiritual understanding and belief structure was. I had to admit I couldn't bring myself to answer "yes I believe in God". I struggled to find the words for my beliefs, but I think in the end it came to - I believe there is a guiding force, an energy or a "being" who assists or guides us along our life's path. I read this the other day and I found it a really interesting interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is simply a word, nothing more. God is a word that represents collectively all the fathers thoughtout all time protecting their children. God is an idea. God represents many thoughts. We all share the same great great great great... grandfather and grandmother so we are all children of the same father and mother. We are all children of the same tribe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "God" is simply a being like the parent's of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turanga_Leela"&gt;Turanga Leela &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/show/249/summary.html"&gt;Futurama&lt;/a&gt; - Turanga Morris and Munda. In the episode "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leela%27s_Homeworld"&gt;Leela's Homeworld&lt;/a&gt;" you see her mutant parents have always been with her. Protecting her from falling down stairs, pulling a blanket up to stop from being cold, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "God" is simply an energy that directs you one way or another in your life's journey. Offers you paths and it is up to you if you chose them or not. I have to admit I stopped, for a long time, in my life taking notice of the pathways offered to me and as a result the place I ended up was a long way from my destination. It took me a while, but I honestly feel like I am back on my intended pathway - or at least travelling up the service road running parallel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists have, for centuries, painted images of their concept of what heaven and hell. But what is hell? For me it would be a place without love, without hope and without direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8347877557064129474?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8347877557064129474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8347877557064129474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8347877557064129474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8347877557064129474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-mean-next-stop-is-hell.html' title='03 - What Do You Mean the Next Stop Is Hell?'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/SAFWWP1d2rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TCeYdrskqvA/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1448891450171543889</id><published>2008-04-12T16:10:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:42:41.663+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog_Journey'/><title type='text'>02 - Describe Saturdays at your house.</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... An ideal one or a normal one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ideal one would be sleeping in and then eating a big cooked breakfast of saturated fat goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal one is a little less lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have been an early riser - waking up between 5:30 and 6:30am religiously. For some reason recently I have been sleeping in whenever I have the opportunity and not waking up until 7:00am. I'm not too sure I like it... I think it is because we have been quite busy recently and I'm grabbing any chance for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/475978474_3f8542ffab.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/475978474_3f8542ffab.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been getting up between 7:00 and 7:30am. I quickly grab the first movement clothes I can find that aren't too stinky and dirty and jump into them. This is done with my brain still slumbering, but body on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive to Sherwood for an 8am Nia class. This is always "my class" to let go in. I normally stand up the back. No real reason - I sometimes like to dance "my body's way" which may be slightly different to Sophie's instructions. Leaving the house I am always quite happy to be on my way, but between getting up and driving there is a lot of "come on... go back to bed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class goes for an hour. Some Saturday's a group of us will go to the &lt;a href="http://www.brisbanemarkets.com.au/cms/index.php/BMP-Brisbane-MarketPlace-Overview.html"&gt;fruit and vegetable / gourmet food markets &lt;/a&gt;at the Brisbane Fruit and Vegetable Markets for a coffee and some shopping. Lots of cheap fresh fruit and vegetables out in the open air. Hmmmm... Olive Sour Dough... I so feel like that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2362654324_b66984b1f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2362654324_b66984b1f5.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other Saturdays it will be coffee at &lt;a href="http://www.threadsandmore.com.au/"&gt;Threads and More&lt;/a&gt; at Sherwood. Home of the knitted sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2362654324_b66984b1f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this place, but it does remind me of my inability to knit... Something I would love to do one day. I know I wouldn't have the patience to complete an item but the "idea" of completing a knitting project is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless Nia is normally followed with errands of some kind. Food shopping, picking up lunch items or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was off to the dentist. It was meant to be quite a simple procedure - I have a cracked tooth. However... once my dentist started the crack was much larger and I basically had to have two teeth demolished and reconstructed again. Bless MBF who covered this $300 bundle of fun and only charged me $25 for the fun. Makes health insurance worthwhile some days. My teeth are aching a little but all fixed now and I can actually consume cold food and drinks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I digress. I get home from errands and Mark is just getting out of bed or just finishing his breakfast. Some weekends I will get home and 2 loads of washing are on the line and breakfast is waiting for me to get home, but most weekend's it is Mark's sleep in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch / lunch or whatever we normally chill out. Watch DVDs, jump on the net or whatever. Mark normally goes for a swim around lunch and it is off to soccer for him in the afternoon. Today Max the wonder cat and I alternated between watching TV and sleeping most of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nights bring a myriad of events from dinner and movie through to wherever the mood takes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a Saturday in the Denman household. Very lazy. Very quiet. All good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1448891450171543889?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1448891450171543889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1448891450171543889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1448891450171543889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1448891450171543889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/describe-saturdays-at-your-house.html' title='02 - Describe Saturdays at your house.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-828643665778215497</id><published>2008-04-11T19:18:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:42:41.663+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog_Journey'/><title type='text'>01 - The first thing I remember. . .</title><content type='html'>So I am starting to work through this list of 20 journal topics.  This is topic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite tough.  You recall a lot from when you were a child, but thinking about it is a logical timeframe is quite difficult.  What came first?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall being small enough to sit on my Grandad Fred's lap.  I remember his smell.  I remember his songs.  I remember his huge hands.  I remember how the house smelt - a mix of cooking and washed linens.  I remember how the lounge room of my paternal grandparents house was really dark with a really dim orange light.  I remember crawling under the dining room table to get out from the booth seats.  I remember hiding in my paternal grandmother's sewing room and being amazed at the sewing manequins.  I remember the sun lounges out in the back room that we would have afternoon naps on.  I remember their toilet which was just about on the outside the house in a little room.  I remember my grandmother, Olive, cooking soups and corned meat on an open fire in the back yard and being allowed to poke at the fire with sticks.  I remember being scared of their chickens.  I think my earliest memories are from my paternal grandmother and grandfather's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day my father stopped carrying me on his shoulders.  It was at the Bunya Mountains and I asked to ride on his shoulders.  He looked at me and said "but you are a big girl now".  I don't know if I showed it at the time, but I was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day of school and my Mum making me talk to a girl who was weird.  She never stopped being weird throughout primary school.  Not in a geeky weird way - heck she would have been just like me in that case! - but in a stinky wierd way.  I never did like her.  My Mum made me walk to school every single day with her for so long.  I hated going to her house to collect her because her house smelt like pee.  I remember in Grade One being really upset and crying because I saw my sister, Jill, eating salt and vinegar chips for lunch and I had something boring.  She would have been in Grade 7.  I remember tracking down my other sister, Col, who was a much older Grade 4 girl and asking her why?  I remember thinking it was the most unfair situation on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Ford Falcon with a bench seat in the front and sold it for a minivan when I was about 7 years old.  I remember going on long trips in the Falcon and having to sit in the front between my parents on every trip.  I remember lying down on the seat with my head in my mothers lap in the passenger seat.  My legs would be stretched as far as I could to reach my father's lap.  I remember my father letting me be in control of the windscreen wipers - that was my job.  I remember my father tricking my sister that we had run out of petrol on Birkdale Road and nearly making her run to a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first house we moved out of when I was about 8 years old.  I remember my bedroom that I shared with my sister, Col.  I remember my bunk beds.  I remember funky smelling carpet.  I remember purposely falling out of bed to get attention.  I remember my father sneeking into my room one night to scare me - I thought he was a wolf and I thought he was going to eat me - I was terrified.  I remember seeing witches in my bedroom when the lights went out.  I remember seeing ghosts.  I remember sleeping in my sister's bed whenever she wasn't there simply because it smelt like her and I loved that smell - it was comforting.  Even now when I smell her pillow or clothes or something like that it takes me right back to then.  I remember having a big birthday party for my 7th birthday and hand making all the cards.  My maternal grandmother, Lillian, and I cut out clowns from wrapping paper and stuck it on cardboard.  We wrote each card individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the garage full of tools, wood and things to hunt through as a child.  I remember the pigeons that lived in the garage roof.  I remember tea-chests we used as cubby houses.  I remember standing on a nail in the tea-chests.  I remember a big mango tree in our yard but I can't remember it getting cut down.  I remember lying on my trampoline in the back yard and looking at the stars with my father.  I remember seeing a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in preschool going to a friend's house and the swing chair falling from the roof and hitting me on the head.  I remember going to Brownies with my sisters and wondering what happens when I pull the pin out of the flag pole...  It fell and hit me on the head.  I remember falling off the trampoline with my legs going either side of the springs and ... hitting my head.  I remember diving into our above ground pool and... hitting my head on the bottom.  Its a wonder I even finished high school with so many head bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before I was old enough to go to school waiting all day until my sisters came home from school for lunch.  We would watch TV together for a little while then they would go back to school.  Mum and I would lie on my parent's bed to have a sleep.  The green bed cover - I remember that.  It smelt little bit like a camphor-wood chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first ever sleep over at Kristy App's house.  We slept on the floor of her parent's bedroom.  I spent so many wonderful nights at her house having sleep overs.  I remember dancing to the Smurfs, then it became Icehouse, then Melissa Ethridge.  I moved to another state then.  I would never have a friend like that again.  We would spend so much time together as kids and I never appreciated what a wonderful friend she was until I became an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vaugely remember coming home from living overseas at about 4 years old.  I remember a workman building something - my maternal grandmother's flat in our house or something.  I remember my father talking about the people living in the house while we were living overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here and going through everything I remember has made me realise that I recall quite a lot about my early childhood.  The smells, the sounds and the change in perspective as you grow taller.  One theme...  how unfair life seems when you are little and how the little things are almost insurmountable.  Life never stops being unfair, but the little things aren't quite a big anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-828643665778215497?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/828643665778215497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=828643665778215497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/828643665778215497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/828643665778215497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-thing-i-remember.html' title='01 - The first thing I remember. . .'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2277101202864801050</id><published>2008-03-28T10:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:43:31.057+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour.</title><content type='html'>Do your little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originating in Sydney in 2007, the Earth Hour campaign has now gained global attention. As a result, on 8pm March 29, 2008 millions of people in some of the world’s major capital cities will unite and switch off for Earth Hour. See what is happening in your city and how you can get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner cities for this year's Earth Hour are: » Aalborg » Aarhus » Adelaide » Atlanta » Bangkok » Brisbane » Canberra » Chicago » Christchurch » Copenhagen » Darwin » Dublin » Hobart » Manila » Melbourne » Montreal » Odense » Ottawa » Perth » Phoenix » San Francisco » Santa Cruz » Suva and Lautoka » Sydney » Tel Aviv » Toronto » Vancouver » Plus there are a few more US cities involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;www.earthhour.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2277101202864801050?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2277101202864801050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2277101202864801050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2277101202864801050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2277101202864801050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5273680562241191926</id><published>2008-03-26T11:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:30:19.707+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>General rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Where is the year going? It is already just about April... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone told me once when writing in a blog or emails home when travelling make sure you don't ALWAYS write when you are feeling down. It only shows one side of you. Make sure you write about the good times as well. It is honestly hard to do this, but I really need to make the effort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently had the opportunity of a job interview which would have been this morning. I turned it down. It was a wonderful and challenging job. However my current position was officially made permanent last week. So I had to choose between challenging, interesting and new skills or benefits, stability and "practicality". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chose the latter.  Hmmmm... Did I make the correct decision? Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep a little Nia postcard on my partition wall at work. It is the red one with Debbie and "Mind Body Spirit" written on the bottom. I really haven't been giving my attention to my "mind, body or spirit" lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past few weeks I have put on weight, I started biting my nails again and I feel more than a little sluggish. When you don't exercise it is a terrible rut. You feel crap so you don't feel like exercising. You feel even more crap for not exercising and the downward spiral continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know my job take a large chunk of responsibility - or at least provides a wonderful excuse! Longer hours of sitting perfectly sedentary typing away on a computer is definitely not good for the "mind, body or spirit"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My job is a policy position - so basically responding to industry while meeting government needs and strategic direction. It is a little draining at times - the general government "bureaucracy" of it all. It really can take ages to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However there are upsides to everything - if you don't make the effort to seek them out and idenitify the positives life will honestly get to you. The positives include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the relationship building with industry members&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when changes actually occur and your suggestions are taken on board &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working in a relatively young unit who all enjoy their work (well... most of the time!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;its really, really hard to fire a permanent employee in the government &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there will be opportunities come about to move into different roles for short times in different work groups &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... I start officially as a permanent next Monday. I head back to the gym at lunch time today. The positive changes start right now! I stopped biting my nails on my right hand about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Small baby steps and you'll get there eventually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5273680562241191926?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5273680562241191926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5273680562241191926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5273680562241191926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5273680562241191926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/general-rant.html' title='General rant...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6424644778885670095</id><published>2008-03-24T18:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:43:31.058+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Kids Rock...</title><content type='html'>I love this - I'd buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5R8gSgedh4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5R8gSgedh4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite is the GnR McDonalds advert -  Welcome... Welcome to McDonalds...  Would you like a happy m-m-m-m meal meal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6424644778885670095?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6424644778885670095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6424644778885670095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6424644778885670095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6424644778885670095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/kids-rock.html' title='Kids Rock...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5272479894268697347</id><published>2008-03-17T16:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:59:07.517+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>New Business!</title><content type='html'>Its all happening around here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed the paperwork to register my business - "Barefoot Sensations".  I can now start my journey spreading the joy of movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got lots to get organised apart from this but baby steps and we'll get there eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5272479894268697347?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5272479894268697347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5272479894268697347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5272479894268697347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5272479894268697347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-business.html' title='New Business!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-597167934677518758</id><published>2008-03-17T12:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:59:20.225+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>New permanent job!</title><content type='html'>Let's track back...  My job with FarmBis finished up over Christmas when I was offered a temporary contract up to June with a policy unit in the Department of Primary Industries and Fisheries.  It is a policy job so it can get pretty frustrating some days.  So I took the temp position and thought - it will give me 6 months to work out if I enjoy it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got offered an interview in a vocational college to do the project management of a state wide roll out of new the programing.  A good job - difficult, but interesting.  The best thing is that one of my friends would be my boss.  This position would be a 12 month temporary contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after being offered my interview I told my boss and he mentioned that he was in the middle of pulling together paperwork to get my temp job converted into a permanent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So decision time folks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I take the permanent job which gives me access to maternity leave, leave without pay and many other benefits or take the job that is more interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pay the same.  Both have their share of pros and cons - the list is underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaning toward the practical option of benefits and long term outlook at the moment.  It has potential to be a really interesting job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm...  Which path to take???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-597167934677518758?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/597167934677518758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=597167934677518758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/597167934677518758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/597167934677518758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-permanent-job.html' title='New permanent job!'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-176338023293184552</id><published>2008-03-17T08:19:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.841+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Neighbour Day 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R92d2iKxJII/AAAAAAAAAEc/IY6WUVAgJJ4/s1600-h/neighbourday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178468706756404354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R92d2iKxJII/AAAAAAAAAEc/IY6WUVAgJJ4/s200/neighbourday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last Sunday of march each year it is Neighbour Day. Neighbour Day is about developing better relationships with people next door and across the street to create stronger, more healthier and vibrant communities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was founded in 2003 after the discovery of an Australian woman who died alone in her home and was not found for two years. Neighbour Day is now a global event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim is to encourage us all to develop a greater sense of community caring, looking after the vulnerable and isolated – especially those who live alone. Whether you live in the city, in a town or on a farm anyone can participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to participate in this event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating in Neighbour Day is easy. You don’t make a donation, you don’t wear a ribbon and you don’t buy a badge. You don’t even have to register or volunteer or set up a committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say G'day to your neighbours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a special effort to introduce yourself to older residents in your street and anyone who lives alone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave your mobile and home telephone number for use in an emergency. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agree to keep in contact. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information and resources, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.neighbourday.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.neighbourday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-176338023293184552?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/176338023293184552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=176338023293184552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/176338023293184552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/176338023293184552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/neighbour-day-2008.html' title='Neighbour Day 2008.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R92d2iKxJII/AAAAAAAAAEc/IY6WUVAgJJ4/s72-c/neighbourday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5137638327035900876</id><published>2008-03-11T19:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:08:48.283+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>Just made the recipe below - OMG!   It is completely amazing!  Make it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly indulgent and so very, very yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5137638327035900876?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5137638327035900876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5137638327035900876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5137638327035900876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5137638327035900876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot Chocolate.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5333187293128575305</id><published>2008-03-11T16:17:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:08:33.394+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Thick hot chocolate</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried thick Italian hot chocolate before?  If not track it down.  Amazing experience let me assure you.  I was trying to track down a supplier of &lt;a href="http://www.fraus.com.au/"&gt;Fraus Hot Chocolate &lt;/a&gt;and found &lt;a href="http://www.diversionary.net/daily/2005/06/span-talian_hot.html"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; for "do it yourself".  I'm going to give it a go tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spanish/Italian Thick Hot Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients (per small cup serve)&lt;br /&gt;9g cocoa&lt;br /&gt;34g sugar&lt;br /&gt;5g cornflour&lt;br /&gt;20mL water&lt;br /&gt;170mL milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mix sugar and cocoa together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dissolve the cornflour in the water by stirring, then mix it with the sugar/cocoa to form a disgustingly good looking brown goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Heat the goo in a saucepan over a low-medium heat, always stirring with a whisk. Slowly add the milk to the mixture, and keep stirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bring the mix to a simmer and keep stirring, but slow it down a bit so you're only stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Once it's a thick, glossy molten liquid you're ready! It'll look like a thick chocolate pudding that's not quite set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pour it into cups, grab a spoon and dig in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5333187293128575305?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5333187293128575305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5333187293128575305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5333187293128575305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5333187293128575305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/thick-hot-chocolate.html' title='Thick hot chocolate'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5364371623382297589</id><published>2008-02-27T09:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:00:36.243+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Time keeps on ticking...</title><content type='html'>Where has all my spare time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark...  Zonta...  Nia...  Work...  Family...  Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life floats by and before you know it months have gone by and nothing to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get serious about all those promises to set priorities and get my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what comes first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sort of person who cannot say no.  However in the coming months watch out this normally very willing person is going to start saying a lot of "sorry but I can't".  Life and the hours that we spend with our loved ones are too precious to spend phaffing about with a million and one other committments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted that my baking was getting out of control and it really wasn't always the most "healthy" of ways of displaying love and affection.  It was actually verging on OCD at times.  Some people wash their hands a million times and some bake 11 dozen tarlets in one evening.  Not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few weeks ago that wheels have started to really fall off.  Not enough time to stop and smell the roses.  I have already prepared my Zonta club that I won't be taking on a role from May which is a real pity - you are supposed to take on President's role for 2 years, but I really cannot commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5364371623382297589?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5364371623382297589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5364371623382297589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5364371623382297589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5364371623382297589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-keeps-on-ticking.html' title='Time keeps on ticking...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1179958927631832913</id><published>2008-02-26T08:31:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:58:41.446+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>My Nia journey.</title><content type='html'>I posted last year about my &lt;a href="http://www.nianow.com/"&gt;Nia&lt;/a&gt; intensive training &lt;a href="http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/nia-white-belt-one-day-down-6-to-go.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Someone posted an anonymous comment - please leave at least your name so I know who I am talking to! - asking about the rest of my journey. So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning this is a pretty large post - grab a cup of tea and settle in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me this morning what my Nia journey looks like... Sore thighs and upper arms from dancing 3 classes yesterday (2 on my own and one with my students). Is it just me or does everyone push themselves a little harder when dancing on your own? You sink deeper into a sumo stance, your precision is a little more "tae kwon do" and less "tai chi" and your cross front cha cha cha seems to take up the entire space. Once I am in front of a class I am more aware of "toning it down" for students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I? Oh yeah my Nia journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia looks like... Heading home last night and falling asleep very soundly. Waking up this morning and looking forward to presenting Nia to the general population of my city on a stage in the Queen St Mall! A year ago I could not have seen myself dancing 3 classes a day and dancing in front of hundreds in a public space! So how did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April last year I undertook my White Belt. The white belt expereince was really intense. Emotions and bodies were certainly frazzled by the end, but we were excited about taking our next steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found - at the end of my white belt - I was a little lost. I certainly wasn't confident to teach. I guess this is why there is the new 25th Anniversary Nia Green Belt being advertised. Everything that is found in the Green Belt is what I expected as I entered my first Nia white belt circle. I realise now that there are a lot of Nia folk who attend White belt on a purely personal level so can completely understand the focus. I would attend the green belt if I could, but it is a little too far to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since completing my white belt there have been ups and downs galore. I didn't actually find time to learn a routine until I was asked to sub for Sophie while she went to the US to undertake her Brown Belt on October - 6 months after my white belt. In the 10 days she was away I led about 6 classes - teaching a sort of personalised version of Dreamwalker White Belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the learning of the routines really difficult. I am a logical person who likes things "spot on". Needless to say of the form and freedom Nia encompasses I think I slept through all the freedom sections of white belt! I was completely "in my head" for those first classes - got to get it right, got to remember the music ques, got to do 8 leans followed by 8 pulses followed by etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a lot less difficulty learning a routine - much more about feeling it and simply moving to the music. If I miss a que, completely forget a section of the choreography or whatever who cares - just keep that booty shakin'! When I talk to students they say basically the same thing - it doesn't matter what we do we just love to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught a new routine for the first time last night comprised of Girls Night Out, Dreamwalker and a song or two from a few other routines - theme is "play" - my students were fabulous! I knew about 75% of the routine really well and at the start of the class I mentioned that it was the first time I had taught this routine. One of the students said don't worry - we won't notice if you mess up and flail about the place, it will just look like "melodic arms" to us! Bless them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I disgress again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learnt my new routines, I taught my first classes and could confidently call myself a "Nia White Belt Instructor". I am proud of that tag. To all the lucky students who are able to share a Nia teachers first baby steps into teaching it is an honour, but I do apologise to all of my lucky bunnies. I was so jam packed full of adrenalin I danced at level 3+++++ and by the end we were all in a big pile of sweat on the floor. I am much more mindful now about bringing my energy down a peg and letting others take it up a level on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - someone who has never danced before, never really been into any form of exercise - it is a really wonderful feeling to be able to get up in front of a room and give people an experience. There are so many people out there who - like me - have been told over the years - you will never be a dancer, you are as graceful as an elephant, dancing is too expensive. That is simply not true! You simply need to find your feet, find your style and find your very own groove. Nia gives people the opportunity to express themselves, dance and enjoy the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was dancing Adouma (by Angelique Kidjo) with my class and there is a section of "chicken arms". I looked around the room and people were smiling, laughing and dancing like chickens. I said to them "how good does it feel to let go of everything from your day and be a little silly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit at work all day with our "professional face", go home and put on our "Mum / partner / carer" face, but sometimes I just want to put on "my" face. Nia allows you to do that. A lot of my students call Nia "their time" - time they take out of their day to release, have fun and move for no other reason apart from "it feels good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more, but let's face it... If you have made it this far wow! I should be nice and let you get back to your families now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1179958927631832913?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1179958927631832913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1179958927631832913' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1179958927631832913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1179958927631832913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-nia-journey.html' title='My Nia journey.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4509082304899603864</id><published>2008-02-25T15:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:07:09.581+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Interesting article.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.kalabird.com/"&gt;Michaela&lt;/a&gt; for sharing this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200803/single-marry"&gt;The case for settling for Mr. Good Enough&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/by/lori_gottlieb"&gt;Lori Gottlieb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this article.  Time keeps on ticking...  One line that I giggled over was "I certainly don't feel old, but my eggs sure do!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes this is certainly not your feminist viewpoint on how life pans out for a mid-30's woman who hasn't met Mr Right yet.   However...  it is very honest!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4509082304899603864?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4509082304899603864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4509082304899603864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4509082304899603864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4509082304899603864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-article.html' title='Interesting article.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4933847174011338234</id><published>2008-02-22T08:24:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:03.992+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Biggest loser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R73756k6QvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/W6qKgOxWo1o/s1600-h/Small+-+Max+150208+-+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169564919686382322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R73756k6QvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/W6qKgOxWo1o/s200/Small+-+Max+150208+-+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to the vet yesterday... I'm a bad Mum. My cat is 6.5kg and has tartar build up on his teeth. "Normal" is apparently just under 5kg for a cat of his frame. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we now have young Mr Max on a more extreme diet, we have to give him lean steak for his teeth and exercise regime - Mark and I are his own personal trainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have purchased a laser pointer which is awesome fun with him. His exercise consists of us sitting on the couch with a laser pointer and watching him chase the laser mouse shape all over the house. He appears to love it and it is entertaining for us as well. It is really fun to move it in circles and watch him run in circles. Am I cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we did a PT session and after 10 mins my poor little cat slumped in the middle of the room panting furiously. I gave him a few minutes break and off we went again. Needless to say last night we didn't hear peep from him throughout the night - when I woke up this morning he was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to get a set of scales to keep tabs on this tabby and for his weekly "weigh ins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4933847174011338234?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4933847174011338234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4933847174011338234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4933847174011338234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4933847174011338234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest loser.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R73756k6QvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/W6qKgOxWo1o/s72-c/Small+-+Max+150208+-+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1671462372795729187</id><published>2008-02-20T08:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:43:31.059+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>Interpol.</title><content type='html'>Went to see &lt;a href="http://www.interpolnyc.com/"&gt;Interpol &lt;/a&gt;last night and it was really good.  I am surprised - not being a HUGE fan - that I knew all the songs.  Not too surprising I guess given that Mark is a mad keen Interpol fan and plays the cds over and over...   Overall had a wonderful evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthgroup.com.au/"&gt;Youth Group&lt;/a&gt; were really good as well.  I really enjoyed the light show - its been years since I have attended an all out "rock show" as opposed to small gigs in clubs or smaller venues.  I think the last one may have been &lt;a href="http://www.pearljam.com/"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hole_(band)"&gt;Hole&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soundgarden"&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/a&gt; in the mid to late 1990's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting venue and the overall dynamic was subdued - it was in a big convention centre.  So no alcohol inside, started super early and crowd control was pretty strict.  We were watching the crowd and thought this is a really subdued audience.  The support band, Youth Group, said the same thing.  Our comment was if you had a teenage daughter you wouldn't even remotely question letting them attend - it was safe and not too many drunk fella acting up.  I took ear plugs as well in case it all got a bit too loud, but I didn't need them.  The sound and acoustics were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though that Mark and I were discussing on our walk back to the car.  We are officially old now.  We both really appreciated getting seats as opposed to the standing / dancing room on the floor.  On our way home we agreed...  Our view was great, our feet weren't sore at the end of the night and I didn't have to fight with big fellas for personal space.  Yes, yes I know... we are old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1671462372795729187?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1671462372795729187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1671462372795729187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1671462372795729187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1671462372795729187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/interpol.html' title='Interpol.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5644434526845588885</id><published>2008-02-12T17:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:57:37.369+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Pre-marriage counselling</title><content type='html'>What is it about counselling or whatever that makes it feel okay to discuss things to strangers that you haven't spoken to anyone about in a long, long time?  What is it that makes it okay to share your phobias, your dreams, your highs and your lows with people you have never met before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I am a pretty open and consider myself somewhat honest straight up person.  But I have to admit I find it quite surreal when I sit back and review everything we discuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have never had couples counselling before I would say - go for it!  Don't sell yourself short and take the easy "one weekend" option for pre-marriage counselling.  Do the hard yards and take the time to stop and listen to your partner.  If not through an organised program then through a professional counsellor or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew most things about my relationship, my partner and myself, but as &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;say... You never stop learning.  So far there have been a few lightbulbs going on for me.  Some things that have made me stop and think about my actions and their implications on others around me.  Some things have made me take stock of what is important to me.  There will be some changes in the not to distant future in my life and the choices I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it...   Apparently I actually &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;have annoying habits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5644434526845588885?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5644434526845588885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5644434526845588885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5644434526845588885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5644434526845588885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/pre-marriage-counselling.html' title='Pre-marriage counselling'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-75829394440805723</id><published>2008-02-04T13:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:57:54.814+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Bridesmaids forced to sign pre-nuptial contracts</title><content type='html'>This is insanity! I guess by the very last comment I am not a very stylish bride by having 3 bridesmaids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow link for article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridesmaids forced to sign pre-nuptial contracts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Monday Feb 4 13:00 AEDT&lt;br /&gt;By Rajeshni Naidu - ninemsn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids are being forced to sign pre-nuptial contracts before weddings in an attempt by brides to take control of their big day, according to a UK survey.  More than one in five women would opt for a contract and almost half of those surveyed by You and Your Wedding magazine said they would fire a bridesmaid if they broke the agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular clauses in contracts included gaining weight, getting pregnant and changing a hairstyle before the wedding.  The recent trend in pre-nuptial contracts for bridesmaid could soon be hitting our shores, with a Melbourne council worker admitting she was ostracized for dyeing her hair before her friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, who did not want to be identified, said changing her hair colour from blonde to brunette five months before the wedding drew unkind remarks from the bride's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her mother said, 'oh, I can't believe she dyed her hair just before the wedding': she said it would throw off the symmetry in the photos," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was kind of hoping that her brown-haired daughter would be flanked by two blonde bridesmaids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second-time bridesmaid said she was surprised and disappointed by reaction she received.   "I didn't think it would make a difference because I thought I was chosen for me and not my hair colour," she said.  "I thought if worse came to worse I'll wear a wig but I definitely was not going to change my hair colour back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion editor for Bride magazine Kirstie Armiger-Grant said she's never heard of bridesmaid contracts in Australian weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's very shallow and selfish and I don't think it's going to happen here," she said. "More of the trends in Aussie weddings now is letting bridesmaids choose their own dresses to make sure they're happy and comfortable on the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Armiger-Grand said Australians tend to opt for more outdoor weddings, which are more friendly and relaxed. "We have less church weddings than the UK, and some older and stylish brides don't even have bridesmaids," she said. "There's less of a huge bridal party in today's weddings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-75829394440805723?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/75829394440805723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=75829394440805723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/75829394440805723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/75829394440805723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bridesmaids-forced-to-sign-pre-nuptial.html' title='Bridesmaids forced to sign pre-nuptial contracts'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1624504389049409748</id><published>2008-02-04T13:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:09:05.431+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Lime Polenta Cake – gluten free version</title><content type='html'>Wish I had a photo of this cake, but literally it was devoured at work this morning in record time!  A definite favourite for my work unit.  The outside goes sort of crunchy from the polenta, but inside it is sticky and creamy.  So amazing!  I want to try it in pink grapefruit flavour next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow link for recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lime Polenta Cake – gluten free version&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250g butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup caster (superfine) sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup lime zest&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1 ¼ cup almond meal&lt;br /&gt;1 cup polenta&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup gluten free self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      Cream the butter and sugar&lt;br /&gt;2.      Add vanilla and then the eggs one at a time.  Beat well.&lt;br /&gt;3.      While continuing to beat add the lime zest and juice. &lt;br /&gt;4.      Add the polenta, almonds and SR flour.&lt;br /&gt;5.      Pour into a round tin lined on the bottom with paper.&lt;br /&gt;6.      Bake at 180 degrees (celcius) for about 40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve – heat cake (if it is not served immediately) and drizzle with citrus sugar syrup.  Or pour hot syrup on cold cake.  One has to be warm so it soaks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citrus syrup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup lime juice&lt;br /&gt;3-5 strips of rind&lt;br /&gt;1 ¼ cup caster (superfine) sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all ingredients to a saucepan and bring to boil stirring regularly.  Reduce heat and simmer for about 15 mins or when it has thickened a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1624504389049409748?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1624504389049409748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1624504389049409748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1624504389049409748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1624504389049409748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/lime-polenta-cake-gluten-free-version.html' title='Lime Polenta Cake – gluten free version'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5768757722153452982</id><published>2008-01-30T13:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:00:52.692+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Not a happy camper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE:  Received the medium tee in the mail for the second time!  The shirt is indeed not only too big, but stretched even bigger after just 2 wears....  Mental note to self do not buy Peter Alexander tees ever again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it... So unhappy... I bought a tee online. It was sent to me as the incorrect size. I sent it back for an exchange to get the correct size I ordered. It has been 10 days and I hadn't heard anything from them so I rang their call centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sorry, but we have sold out of the size you originally ordered. We can only send back the incorrect size we originally sent you or give you your money back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased this tee - knowing full well it would sell out within a week - the first day they went on sale! I had been diligent. I had been organised. It was your mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5768757722153452982?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5768757722153452982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5768757722153452982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5768757722153452982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5768757722153452982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-happy-camper.html' title='Not a happy camper...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3123964627288711921</id><published>2008-01-09T11:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:56:58.354+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Pre-marriage counselling for cohabiting couples.</title><content type='html'>So... we started "pre-marriage preparation for cohabiting couples" last night by answering a 160 odd question quiz that is supposed to give insight into the potential problems we will be likely to encounter as a married couple.  Now I'm not 100% certain what I actually expected but let's just say I wasn't expecting questions like "I am happy with the level of sexual experimentation in my relationship" from a Uniting church questionairre!  There were some real doozies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that made both of us laugh out loud when we got to it was - and those who know Mark and I well will understand why - "I believe my partner is too stubborn".  I think I know both of our responses on that question!  Hmmmm... if there are two more stubborn people on the planet I would like to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question that made me giggle - "In an argument I am the first person to back down" or "I tend to agree for the sake of ending an argument".   Not in our house baby - no argument is settled until one of us gets onto google or wikkipedia to find an impartial answer.  How did couples settle arguments in the past without google?  Important arguments like "who did the voice for XYZ character in Simpsons?".  Then the winner is entitled to do the "I told you so" dance around the house.  I didn't see any questions in the Uniting Church quiz about "I told you so" dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now wait for 2 weeks before we get to sit down with Heather, the minister who is going to marry us, and work through the results of the quiz.  Should be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress update:  Final design is settled - it is "same same but different" to the post the other day.  A sort of combination of about 3 or 4 dresses I tried on last weekend.  Appointment with the dress maker on 21 Jan.  Yay!  The dressmaker did a few of the dresses for the movie &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/four_weddings_and_a_funeral/"&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-3123964627288711921?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3123964627288711921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3123964627288711921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3123964627288711921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3123964627288711921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/pre-marriage-counselling-for-cohabiting.html' title='Pre-marriage counselling for cohabiting couples.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1521483100641473887</id><published>2008-01-09T10:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:07:34.125+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Citizenship test.</title><content type='html'>So the Australian government introduced a citizenship test late last year for new immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you pass this version of the test?  &lt;a href="http://www.australiancitizenshiptest.net/?p=sample_test"&gt;Citizenship Test - Australian Test Practice Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is not the proper test as I scored dismally!  How would anyone coming to Australia know or remember from studying who landed on the western side of Cape York Peninsula, the northern tip of Australia, in 1606 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my personal favourites from this test: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did Caroline chisholm land in Australia?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did a popular new literature emerge in Australia?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which is the birth place of Sir Frank Macfarlane Burnet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even know who Frank is!  I consider myself educated and intelligent and have no drama answering the questions on the &lt;a href="http://www.australiantest.com/"&gt;Practice Questions for the Australian Citizenship Test &lt;/a&gt;page.  Fingers crossed this is closer to the type of test people are likely to have to answer as opposed to the first one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1521483100641473887?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1521483100641473887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1521483100641473887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1521483100641473887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1521483100641473887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/citizenship-test.html' title='Citizenship test.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1646792221950702948</id><published>2008-01-04T12:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:54:35.433+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding dresses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark do not look at the links in this entry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssst...  This is the dress I really want for my wedding...  I really, really love this dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lea-annbelter.com/2007.html"&gt;Lea-Ann Belter 2007 Collection&lt;/a&gt; - find the design "Kaitlyn" (No. 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the interests of budget and financial contraints tomorrow I am off for a day shopping to see if can find a cheaper dress that is on sale.  Apparently all the bridal shops around town are having massive sales and the chances of getting a dress for under $500 are quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning I am trudging off through a few of the shops with my bridal party in tow - Josie, Donna, Col and Casey Jayne.  Maybe we'll find something I am willing to settle on if the price is good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down though that I really want the Lea-Ann Belter dress...  But how can I justify spending $1500 on a dress know I'll only ever wear once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of shopping so this is going to be an interesting day.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1646792221950702948?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1646792221950702948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1646792221950702948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1646792221950702948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1646792221950702948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-dresses.html' title='Wedding dresses...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5345106955791696367</id><published>2008-01-03T15:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:09:44.092+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Depression and cookies.</title><content type='html'>I recently read this amazing feature story by Megan Seling from The Stranger. Thanks for the link &lt;a href="http://michelleauer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It touched me quite deeply. Ever since reading it I have had it in the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is something that most of us deal with to varying levels. Turning to baking and cooking is a release for some of us. To give someone a gift of cookies, to see their faces light up at mini tartlets, to receive comments like "wow this is amazing how do you make this" or "can I have your recipe" is sometimes all that is needed to keep on trucking through your day. Sometimes it is simply easier to bake someone something than to tell them you love them - it requires less "giving of yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this article - it is amazing: &lt;a href="http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=445158"&gt;The Long Winter by Megan Seling.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"All about the time I attempted to bake 106 different kinds of Martha Stewart holiday cookies in two months. People laughed and said I was crazy. Well, I was crazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5345106955791696367?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5345106955791696367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5345106955791696367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5345106955791696367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5345106955791696367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/depression-and-cookies.html' title='Depression and cookies.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6873012688395662914</id><published>2007-09-30T20:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:54:55.473+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>A first dance song...</title><content type='html'>Anyone got a suggestion or two for an "alternative" wedding song? Anyone who knows me I am not into stereotypically mushy ones or whatever so don't suggest James Blunt's "Beautiful" or a Michael Bauble song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some great suggestions so far from Depeche Mode (Somebody) through to Lamb (Gorecki). Got an amazing song you think might fit the bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wedding dance is awesome... had me in stitches...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPmYbP0F4Zw" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPmYbP0F4Zw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one came in a close second...  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYhlm9GTAQ0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYhlm9GTAQ0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6873012688395662914?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873012688395662914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6873012688395662914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="left"&gt;You asked for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Rv31l5T495I/AAAAAAAAADs/BmD70AEHn5A/s1600-h/Chocolate+sourcream+iced+vanilla+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115514783150962578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Rv31l5T495I/AAAAAAAAADs/BmD70AEHn5A/s200/Chocolate+sourcream+iced+vanilla+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Bean Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also known locally as “these cupcakes are amazing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes a great cupcake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250g softened butter&lt;br /&gt;1¼ cups caster sugar (superfine)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla bean paste&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2¼ cups plain flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get them all golden and not gooey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat your oven to 160 degrees (Celsius)&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter, sugar and vanilla until light and fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Gradually add eggs one at a time&lt;br /&gt;Sift flour and baking powder.&lt;br /&gt;Beat until combined&lt;br /&gt;Fold through the milk&lt;br /&gt;Divide between cupcake tins&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 15-20 mins or until cooked (soft and bouncy but not hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite icing of the moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Chocolate Sour Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200g dark chocolate chopped up&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine chocolate and sour cream in a small saucepan&lt;br /&gt;Heat over low heat – don’t be tempted to speed things up with heat as you will burn the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Whisk until combined and everything is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat and let cool a little.&lt;br /&gt;Swirl over your cupcakes…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1128016808977604390?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1128016808977604390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1128016808977604390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1128016808977604390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1128016808977604390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/vanilla-bean-cupcakes.html' title='Vanilla bean cupcakes.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/Rv31l5T495I/AAAAAAAAADs/BmD70AEHn5A/s72-c/Chocolate+sourcream+iced+vanilla+cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3900139337908159875</id><published>2007-09-28T20:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:54:15.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding plans.</title><content type='html'>The date is set:                  7 Feb 2009&lt;br /&gt;The church is booked:   &lt;a href="http://www.sherwood.unitingchurch.org.au/"&gt;Sherwood Uniting Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue is booked:     &lt;a href="http://www.victoriaparkgolf.com.au/content/view/44/101/"&gt;Victoria Park Golf Club - Alabaster Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to sit and wait....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-3900139337908159875?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3900139337908159875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3900139337908159875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3900139337908159875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3900139337908159875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-plans.html' title='Wedding plans.'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-8683777934751301607</id><published>2007-09-25T13:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:00:18.470+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Facebook rant...</title><content type='html'>So I finally succumbed to this FaceBook phenomenon and joined. I was getting strange looks whenever I asked people so what is this FaceBook thing anyway??? Then just recently in the newspaper there has been discussion about prisoners accessing FaceBook and other online social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my butt online and had a little snoop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a strange little world. I located girls I went to school with in grade nine, but it really doesn’t tell you if they are still as nasty as they were then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thing that scared me a little was that most people around my age – be that people I went to school with or university – were all holding up their newest little baby in their photo. I think the song goes “time keeps on slipping”. Ahhhh… that wondrous item in most thirty-something female’s wardrobe - a biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have located friends I haven’t seen in a while, but am I likely to strike up that “long lost friendship” again? Frankly – don’t expect an awful lot from my FaceBook. If you mean something to me I would have already sent you an email or text every now and then to remind you of my existence. Acknowledged - I may well not be the best at communicating – heck look at how often I update my blog – but I do send out the sporadic email to those I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a funny article recently about FaceBook recently written by a grad student at University of Kansas and I loved these quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“When I was in an undergraduate, we didn’t have FaceBook. We had to talk to people in real life. It worked pretty well, but we sort of had the feeling we were missing out. It was always so annoying when I would meet a perfect stranger and they wouldn’t know my favourite movie, or even my “about me.” Can you imagine?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In my day you went to a party to meet new friends. Today if you are at a party and don’t put any pictures of it on FaceBook, did you go to that party? Does it even exist as far as FaceBook is concerned? No, it does not, and you are a liar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Something I learnt very fast - apparently a FaceBook poke is used to find a sex partner or to flirt when you have nothing better to say – this is something they need to explain to you when signing up. I thought it was an annoying game my sisters used to inflict on me as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have worked out what FaceBook is can anyone tell me about Bebo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-8683777934751301607?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8683777934751301607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=8683777934751301607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8683777934751301607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/8683777934751301607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/facebook-rant.html' title='Facebook rant...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-1083494382200644985</id><published>2007-09-18T14:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:55:53.427+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>So I thought I had better give everyone an update as to where I have been for little while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is giving me the irrits at the moment as it is becoming routine, boring and not in the least bit challenging.  Time for a change me thinks.  So I have been applying for a few jobs and have an interview for one on Friday.  If I get it this one will be a bit of a different move for me.  It is a Program Coordinator role in the Department of Education, Training and Arts (DETA) looking at skills formation strategies and community consultation.  So think participatory community appraisals on a grand scale and you will have it just about there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that I currently work with my sister in the Dept of Primary Industries (DPI).  She works for DETA but her project is located within DPI so she is housed in my work unit.  Should I get the job at DETA I will be working for her work unit so we will still be working together!  Got it?  Confused?  Don’t worry everyone else in the department gets us confused anyway – ever worked with two sisters in the one work unit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is really encouraging – her comment this afternoon of “look after yourself because the DPI certainly won’t” was certainly very supportive.  Huh?  Oh well… fingers crossed one of these jobs comes through for me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I will admit I will miss some of the conferences I go to as part of this job.  Who can complain about a conference in the Bunya Mountains where – should you tire of the business sessions – there were 10 massage and beauty therapists brought in for free massages and facials.  I did partake of an hour massage when all the talk got a little bit too much to handle.  That conference was hilarious – beading, hat making and tai chi workshops every afternoon to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall life is passing me by in a real flurry of activity.  A few things have had to give recently including Nia.  I simply cannot put 100% of myself into everything and this is one thing that I cannot commit myself to.  Zonta has been a real learning journey recently – being the President has made me reassess how I manage people and take a step back.  I have actually had to let other people do work while I sit back and watch.  For those who know my control freak tendencies you know how hard this has been for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a recent beautiful arrival of a new niece – Holly Marie Cox.  She was an eager beaver to get out and came along 6-7 weeks early.  However she weighed in at a very comfortable 5 pounds 10 ounces – can you imagine how big she would have been at full term?  She is completely adorable – and I am sooooo not biased in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget – MARK THE DATE!  My wedding will be held on Saturday 7 February 2009.  A little earlier than planned and not all that far away.  We have just about booked a venue – the &lt;a href="http://www.victoriaparkgolf.com.au/content/view/44/101"&gt;Victoria Park Golf Club&lt;/a&gt; is the current favourite.  We are looking at the Alabaster Room.  We like it primarily because it has a lounge area for the kids to play and sleep in while we eat and somewhere to chill out after the meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-1083494382200644985?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1083494382200644985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=1083494382200644985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1083494382200644985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/1083494382200644985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-7831459417066549906</id><published>2007-09-18T09:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:43:57.620+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaytoDay'/><title type='text'>A photo project</title><content type='html'>I was sent this in an email yesterday and I was completely inspired. It is the most amazing photo project in which a couple have taken a single passport style of photo every year on the same date since 1976 - the year I was born. Diego and Susy share there passing of time here: &lt;a href="http://zonezero.com/magazine/essays/diegotime/time.html"&gt;The Arrow of Time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about it I can't help but be amazed that one single photo, capturing one second of time each year has such a dramatic impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuff yet so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS:  How many sleeps until Andrew and Anth get to see Erik and Leah?  Jealousy factor is sky high.  Love you all very much and can't wait to see the pictures of two of my favourite families together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-7831459417066549906?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7831459417066549906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=7831459417066549906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7831459417066549906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/7831459417066549906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/photo-project.html' title='A photo project'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2600506708745041913</id><published>2007-07-26T16:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:04.667+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I recently bought this: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RqhGYHbeEUI/AAAAAAAAADk/akFdvN33DQI/s1600-h/Cupcakes+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091396758867415362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RqhGYHbeEUI/AAAAAAAAADk/akFdvN33DQI/s200/Cupcakes+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is filled with yummy cupcake goodness.  I have started to develop a love for cupcakes.  I have the best vanilla bean cupcake base recipe.  I should type it out tonight and post it for you all.  I think I want a cupcake wedding cake.  I also want my cupcakes I make at home to look even remotely like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RqhGRnbeETI/AAAAAAAAADc/eo34aswytlk/s1600-h/Cupcakes+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091396647198265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RqhGRnbeETI/AAAAAAAAADc/eo34aswytlk/s200/Cupcakes+-+2.jpg" 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/33195393-2600506708745041913?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2600506708745041913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2600506708745041913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2600506708745041913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2600506708745041913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RqhGYHbeEUI/AAAAAAAAADk/akFdvN33DQI/s72-c/Cupcakes+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-6643748868423760091</id><published>2007-06-25T10:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:53:03.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>My life in summary...</title><content type='html'>I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been a little quiet recently. This is in terms of both electronic communication and general lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been crazy busy. I have taken on a promotion for 2 months which is evident through a substantial pay increase and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inversely&lt;/span&gt; proportionate reduction in social interaction. Lunch hours have become non existent, ability to exercise has been reduced and sheer level of tiredness at the end of each day is pretty high. Yet increased stress has resulted in 1.5kg weight loss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all off I went to give blood last week to find that I am anaemic (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mean_corpuscular_volume"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MCV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- varying between 107-116). The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MCV&lt;/span&gt; is not too low, with the cut off being 120 but low enough to be not allowed to give whole blood – also contributing to exhaustion levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough about my woes. I have to admit life is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long, long time I have saved a significant amount of money. This may seem like a small achievement, but for me this is a big pat on the back! There is a downside to this however. It appears that I am quite the miser when it comes to money. Who would have though that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have some money put away for a rainy day I am really worried about the amount of money my future wedding is going to cost us. Andrew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anth&lt;/span&gt; – delay responsibility at all costs, it is what creates wrinkles I swear! I’m sure I was looking substantially younger a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the advice of a mentor of mine who told me last week that “Go for it – and you do know it’s never a good time but when you have your big day, you’ll have a great time!” and in a later email said “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, the expense – I know what you mean, but it won’t get any cheaper. Start entering comps to win a dream wedding!! Campfire on the farm maybe?” I still have a few years to look for cheaper options and negotiate costs so we’ll have to wait and see what eventuates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that a renting a beach house, inviting friends and family over for a BBQ and dancing until the sun comes up would have been so hard to organise. Apparently there are very few beach houses willing to let you do this and the ones who do allow this want to charge you about $5000 for the privilege. So far I have found a great location between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Noosa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eumundi&lt;/span&gt; that is flexible enough to allow me to supply our own alcohol and bring in my choice of caterers - &lt;a href="http://www.villaalba.net/"&gt;Villa Alba&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.boathouserestaurant.com.au/"&gt;The Boathouse Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Noosaville&lt;/span&gt; is also coming in a strong favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a dream option: &lt;a href="http://www.theangkasa.com.au/"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Angkasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;– the pricing is a little on the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ouchy&lt;/span&gt;” side. This was my initial “this is where we are going to get married” dream location – &lt;a href="http://www.lennoxonthebeach.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lennox&lt;/span&gt; on the Beach&lt;/a&gt;, but they were straight out “no can do” when I asked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the best weekend which centred around our couch, “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_in_the_Time_of_Cholera"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/a&gt;” and lots of napping. I have to admit “Love in the Time of Cholera” is surprisingly good. Who would have thought taking literature advise from “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Fidelity_(film)"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/a&gt;” would have paid off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hey, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I'm certainly not the dumbest. I mean, I've read books like "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and "Love in the Time of Cholera", and I think I've understood them. They're about girls, right? Just kidding. But I have to say my all-time favourite book is Johnny Cash's autobiography "Cash" by Johnny Cash.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I think I understand it and yes Rob… It is about girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-6643748868423760091?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6643748868423760091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=6643748868423760091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6643748868423760091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/6643748868423760091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-in-summary.html' title='My life in summary...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-3993459857136920242</id><published>2007-06-09T13:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:52:20.646+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>A not so big secret...</title><content type='html'>I have big news... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark took me out for dinner last night and asked me to be his wife.  I'm still a little shell shocked, but very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more here:  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kratzy/536799641/"&gt;The ring...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-3993459857136920242?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3993459857136920242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=3993459857136920242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3993459857136920242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/3993459857136920242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-so-big-secret.html' title='A not so big secret...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2585531012555855835</id><published>2007-05-21T09:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:04.775+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Don't know quite how I feel about this place: &lt;a href="http://www.steppestravel.co.uk/knai-bang-chat-page2304.aspx"&gt;Kep Luxury Villa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While traveling through this area I mentioned to many people how amazing it would be to renovate some of the amazing villas laying about in poor states of repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of this renovation of a Van Molyvan villa is amazing and beautiful, but is it worth £8,720 per week? This translates to AU$20,888.25 per week for the entire villa. I admit that the villa sleeps 22 but this still works out to £400 or AU$958.18 per person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RlDZDeZfnaI/AAAAAAAAADM/1Jsj3kgpokc/s1600-h/Kep+villa+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066788234514636194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RlDZDeZfnaI/AAAAAAAAADM/1Jsj3kgpokc/s320/Kep+villa+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit I find this more than a little offensive! Can you imagine the people that would be attracted to paying $20,000 per week for a villa? Great to know the roof top has a helipad so you don't have to witness the bad Cambodian roads or actually experience - even by simply viewing it from your Hummer - culture to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grumble, grumble, grumble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2585531012555855835?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2585531012555855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2585531012555855835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2585531012555855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2585531012555855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RlDZDeZfnaI/AAAAAAAAADM/1Jsj3kgpokc/s72-c/Kep+villa+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-9138041012475596686</id><published>2007-05-11T09:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:09:04.870+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>So cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RkOs3SYTw3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Vbhc5xL3Ogk/s1600-h/leopard+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063080471921148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RkOs3SYTw3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Vbhc5xL3Ogk/s320/leopard+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first ever photographs of a wild leopard with young in Cambodia show that a pioneering project is helping to conserve wildlife and support local livelihoods there. The photographs were taken by the animals themselves when they triggered camera traps that had been set up by WWF wildlife biologists working with local community rangers.  The leopards are living in the Srepok Wilderness Area of Mondulkiri in north-eastern Cambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-9138041012475596686?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9138041012475596686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=9138041012475596686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/9138041012475596686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/9138041012475596686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-cool.html' title='So cool...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/RkOs3SYTw3I/AAAAAAAAADE/Vbhc5xL3Ogk/s72-c/leopard+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-4025872042554535173</id><published>2007-05-03T22:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:02:32.160+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Hello Adelaide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kratzy/475985018/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/475985018_a7a9f4df6f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kratzy/475985018/"&gt;WB Grad Celebration - Steph&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kratzy/"&gt;Kratzy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a crazy couple of weeks.  I finished my Nia White Belt training last Sunday, then spent Monday doing a Nia class, sleeping and doing as little as possible.  It is called an Intensive for a reason.  I have never gone through training with so much emotional intensity.  I was a wreck at the end of the week.  Thank goodness I took Monday off work.  I have posted some pics to my flickr account.  Here is my graduation photo - don't you love our big cheesy grins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was back at work.  For about 3 hours that is...  Tuesday I ended up in a half day workshop.  The Wednesday I was off at 5:30am to catch a plane to Adelaide for a 3 day workshop for work.  It has literally been a complete blur.  So tonight I am in Glenelg for the second evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Haigh's chocolates on the way back to the hotel.  That place is lethal, but ohhhh so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I am finally heading home for a 3 day long weekend.  I get home at 10:30pm.  I think this weekend will be sleep, DVDs and as little as possible.  Sounds like bliss!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-4025872042554535173?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4025872042554535173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=4025872042554535173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4025872042554535173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/4025872042554535173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-adelaide.html' title='Hello Adelaide'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/475985018_a7a9f4df6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-5112571294946905626</id><published>2007-04-30T14:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:02:52.921+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>Exhausted, tired, buggered...</title><content type='html'>Any other acronyms for simply worn out?  The past week has been - for want of a better word - intensive.  My Nia White Belt intensive training was completely draining.  Speaking to a few others it was more emotionally charged than the average White Belt so by the end of the week it was a matter of "enough already!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to take today off to regroup, get my thoughts together and not be as much of an emotional wreck as I have been over the past week.  I am not an openly emotional person, yet this week pushed buttons I didn't know I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is completed now.  I am officially a licensed trainer in the Nia technique.  My first routine is White Belt Dreamwalker.  Big deep breath and it is time to start my bars... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8 and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-5112571294946905626?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5112571294946905626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=5112571294946905626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5112571294946905626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/5112571294946905626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/exhausted-tired-buggered.html' title='Exhausted, tired, buggered...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195393.post-2162885606950574332</id><published>2007-04-24T06:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:03:17.005+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><title type='text'>NIA White Belt - One day down 6 to go...</title><content type='html'>So I have finished day one.  Last night I came home and was completely exhausted - physically and emotionally.  It was really full on.  Mark said to me "what's going on" but I can't really explain what was going through my head.  I think it was the exhaustion that made me a more emotional.  If you know me you know I VERY RARELY express my feelings - EVER!  So it is really hard to explain to people the sensations and the feelings that are going through me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only covered 2 of the 13 principles in the first day, but it went much more in depth than I expected it would.  I have been told that it is called intensive for a reason, but really didn't have a concept to what level this would be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight of Day One:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Dancing Chains and  Connections routines with Ken our trainer.  The energy in the room was like something I have never experienced in a NIA class.  I have done the Chains routine a number of times and normally it is pretty energetic and we have a great time, but last night people were pushing themselves and loving it.  I got to dance next to my normal trainer, Sophie, which was really nice - to dance with her instead of following her.  People were moved to tears by the energy in the room and the Joy of Movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is now 6:46am and I am getting ready to embark on Day Two of my NIA journey.  The brain, bones and muscles are more than a little weary, but there is so much more to look forward to and explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33195393-2162885606950574332?l=kratzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2162885606950574332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33195393&amp;postID=2162885606950574332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2162885606950574332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33195393/posts/default/2162885606950574332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kratzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/nia-white-belt-one-day-down-6-to-go.html' title='NIA White Belt - One day down 6 to go...'/><author><name>Kratzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133799188109979234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bFXfFrEbkuY/R_7U_cO8bAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1h0Q3kAdAI/S220/SJK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
