tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896938879681053442024-03-22T15:46:55.296+10:00100 Days of Living and GivingLearning to live a little, give a lot....Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-47974063184789600192011-07-02T19:45:00.007+10:002011-07-02T20:33:29.220+10:00The highest compliments....<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WiAswP6Jhk/Tg7zvZZJ4II/AAAAAAAAA6c/HX6k0obMKpY/s1600/Day-81-small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WiAswP6Jhk/Tg7zvZZJ4II/AAAAAAAAA6c/HX6k0obMKpY/s400/Day-81-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624700980228120706" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 81</span></span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>So stay with me on this story - I pr</span></span>omise it is going somewhere worthwhile. <div><span><span><br />The other day mum comes over with a story for me. She bumped in to an old acquaintance of her and Dad's that she hasn't seen in many years. The lady says 'Sue, I was just thinking about you the other day. I saw a woman getting out of a car and she reminded me so much of you. And the funniest thing was that she was getting out of a car that had FRED as it's number plate'.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Mum says 'That's my daughter'.</span></span></div><div><span><span>Lady says 'Well isn't that a coincidence'.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>My thoughts on this story:</span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>1 - Since when did I become a woman? I've always just been a girl in my head. Women are adults. Women have beautiful tidy homes, they paint their fingernails, they drink coffee and don't spill food on their white shirts. </span></span></div><div><span><span>I do none of these things. I thought I was still a girl.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>2 - I am really surprised that I bear any resemblance to my mum at all in looks. I've always known I inherited many of my mothers skills, but I never thought I had anything else. </span></span></div><div><span><span>I guess I am my mothers daughter after all.<br /><br />Truthfully, I don't think anyone has ever paid me such a high compliment.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:15px;"> </span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>If I am like my mum at 30, I look forward to being like her at 40, and 50 and 60 and on. </div><div>Plus, mum has always had really good leg. I really hope I have inherited those genes too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>... While we are on the subject of how people see me, the other day I was described by a good looking guy, who I had enjoyed a drink or two with, as a 'Porcelain Nun' - because I was like the doll on his grandmothers mantlepiece that he could look at but not touch.</div><div><br /></div><div>I decided to be flattered and not offended by this unnerving description. </div><div>They don't make ugly porcelain dolls. </div><div>Only beautiful ones. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you very much. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>PS: The pics are me at my high school formal and mum on her wedding day;</div><div><br /></div><div>Now looking at that formal picture I have 2 things to say:</div><div>1 - Why does it look like there is a snake curled on top of my head?</div><div>2- Why the heck did I wear gold hoops earrings to my formal? Truthfully I have always been style-less. It's a surprise every day that I make it out of the house without committing some fashion faux-pas every morning. But really - no fancy earrings? Linda. Shame. </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-42728737279855362162011-06-13T14:40:00.012+10:002011-06-13T15:29:37.019+10:00The birthday boy....<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 80</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:15px;"></span></span></span></span></div><span><span>Asher turned one and we celebrated yesterday. </span></span><div><span><span>I do love love love these kids.</span></span></div><div><span><span>I do love love love cupcakes.</span></span></div><div><span><span>You can see why I love love love kids birthday parties.</span></span></div><div><span><span>The secret is to leave before the sugar high wears off and all the happy kids turn in to wailing puddles on the floor. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Happy Aunty.</span></span></div><div><span><span>Smart Aunty.</span></span></div><div><span><span></span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:15px;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HyNX16szF0/TfWZ3Mj-j9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/NMX_hC0PMlI/s1600/Asher_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HyNX16szF0/TfWZ3Mj-j9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/NMX_hC0PMlI/s400/Asher_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617565283758542802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6xbKa-Aiqk/TfWaOgbMsdI/AAAAAAAAA50/LQL_fINfDDg/s1600/Family_1_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6xbKa-Aiqk/TfWaOgbMsdI/AAAAAAAAA50/LQL_fINfDDg/s400/Family_1_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617565684227420626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsfzWhFckeQ/TfWeFN6YaVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oM-AJx7yeug/s1600/Asher2_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsfzWhFckeQ/TfWeFN6YaVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oM-AJx7yeug/s400/Asher2_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617569922685626706" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsfzWhFckeQ/TfWeFN6YaVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oM-AJx7yeug/s1600/Asher2_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBn83wqRF7E/TfWZgUpq71I/AAAAAAAAA5k/G7_sJfveCfQ/s1600/Cake_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBn83wqRF7E/TfWZgUpq71I/AAAAAAAAA5k/G7_sJfveCfQ/s400/Cake_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617564890792914770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XgTrv7yHF8/TfWdNKgexEI/AAAAAAAAA58/GUqvhTVAqB0/s1600/Kids_2_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XgTrv7yHF8/TfWdNKgexEI/AAAAAAAAA58/GUqvhTVAqB0/s400/Kids_2_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617568959699010626" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl_dXPOKZLM/TfWXBz9aV3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/gSsFVw32bfA/s1600/Brl_Lara-Ash_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl_dXPOKZLM/TfWXBz9aV3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/gSsFVw32bfA/s400/Brl_Lara-Ash_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617562167598012274" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oQoQA-qX-c/TfWXBipimFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/IbrQCAredJE/s1600/Moes_Kids_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oQoQA-qX-c/TfWXBipimFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/IbrQCAredJE/s400/Moes_Kids_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617562162951264338" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMoDxopWpo0/TfWXd_uXxlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dDgb2n8eZhc/s1600/Ava-dance_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMoDxopWpo0/TfWXd_uXxlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dDgb2n8eZhc/s400/Ava-dance_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617562651792492114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div></div></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-2022548453253008282011-06-08T19:14:00.006+10:002011-06-08T19:31:25.892+10:00Down memory lane part 2....<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 79</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span><br /></span></span><div><span><span>More iPhone photo adventures...</span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScPTEDjgMVo/Te8-lU1dDmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-j3Sl5jYipc/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScPTEDjgMVo/Te8-lU1dDmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-j3Sl5jYipc/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615776071323291234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>This was the first photo I took on my iPhone - love that grin on his face!</span></span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSXOWVxzzbw/Te8-H-9kUKI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gOglQkRJk9c/s1600/IMG_0789.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSXOWVxzzbw/Te8-H-9kUKI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gOglQkRJk9c/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775567235535010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>The kiddlie winks...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zjFd6vAN50/Te8-IF7S6AI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JgyHNwXEKHA/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zjFd6vAN50/Te8-IF7S6AI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JgyHNwXEKHA/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775569105053698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>And then there was New York City with Rowan...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZF5snXlrHQ/Te8-IiNHCOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CRYfNNVBHdk/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZF5snXlrHQ/Te8-IiNHCOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CRYfNNVBHdk/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775576695965922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>NYC from the river</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo6Pv7eXVSc/Te8-Jbkz2QI/AAAAAAAAA30/xfURwf6JCZg/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo6Pv7eXVSc/Te8-Jbkz2QI/AAAAAAAAA30/xfURwf6JCZg/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775592096192770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>The old girl</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ1cB0kCAw0/Te8-JgB_WpI/AAAAAAAAA38/QaZCXJkDZwE/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ1cB0kCAw0/Te8-JgB_WpI/AAAAAAAAA38/QaZCXJkDZwE/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775593292323474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>One of the many bridges</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4CrEJ5m_Q/Te8-V1G1eYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/s7ZR_gHQ--8/s1600/IMG_0996.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4CrEJ5m_Q/Te8-V1G1eYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/s7ZR_gHQ--8/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775805108222338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>Awkward Rowan face</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKv5Yp755VY/Te8-WQ2GjjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9VulkW32SPo/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKv5Yp755VY/Te8-WQ2GjjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9VulkW32SPo/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775812554231346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>One of my favourite pieces in the Met (watch where you put your hands little Casanova!)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SplMrDFBj_0/Te8-WjZsj8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/b2dN23uwvnU/s1600/IMG_1032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SplMrDFBj_0/Te8-WjZsj8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/b2dN23uwvnU/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775817535360962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>At the tennis</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLgCRMFRH4/Te8-XCQtx9I/AAAAAAAAA4c/R1SnXi7OXKM/s1600/IMG_1066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rLgCRMFRH4/Te8-XCQtx9I/AAAAAAAAA4c/R1SnXi7OXKM/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775825819191250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>Little Ava after a big day. Note the my little pony with a mowhawk</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONktDaKp2Kg/Te8-Xkc4dKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EfJl0_iMeSg/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONktDaKp2Kg/Te8-Xkc4dKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EfJl0_iMeSg/s400/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615775834997028002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>Asher Basher</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_5yDmWoCIM/Te8-kvdTFGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LigjpZcg6Fc/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_5yDmWoCIM/Te8-kvdTFGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LigjpZcg6Fc/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615776061289862242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>Kaeley Waley</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-lSQXJPVRs/Te8-kzXzZ2I/AAAAAAAAA40/SA-zd7A7RfU/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-lSQXJPVRs/Te8-kzXzZ2I/AAAAAAAAA40/SA-zd7A7RfU/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615776062340556642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6rNbBCae5Q/Te8-lKbcWQI/AAAAAAAAA48/pgIfqUw67J8/s1600/IMG_1266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6rNbBCae5Q/Te8-lKbcWQI/AAAAAAAAA48/pgIfqUw67J8/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615776068529838338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span>Rowan in his brief role as 'Lord High Executive Assistant to Linda Moes' over Easter. He was overqualified.</span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>See - with an iPhone anyone is a photographer!</span></span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-21498127717611911772011-06-08T08:35:00.006+10:002011-06-08T08:48:32.840+10:00Down memory lane...<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 78</span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"></span></span>I alway really enjoy flicking back through the photos on my iPhone from the last 18months - so much has happened, so much has changed.<div><span><span>Here are a couple of my favourites. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECXXMxfDntU/Te6oDBn0IQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/fYkSso8SFVA/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECXXMxfDntU/Te6oDBn0IQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/fYkSso8SFVA/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610555306090754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span><span>Chef Jamin</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L4MTjPdpgk/Te6oDm13XlI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yGI1W00q7Jg/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L4MTjPdpgk/Te6oDm13XlI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yGI1W00q7Jg/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610565297135186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span><span></span></span></span></span></div><span><span>Aunty Linda and 3D Glasses Jamin</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxxbDaV6uaI/Te6oDzMZqcI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TjeUtHGacFI/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxxbDaV6uaI/Te6oDzMZqcI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TjeUtHGacFI/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610568612882882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span>Ava LOVES birthday cake!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFZMHQVwtIA/Te6oEQ3ENoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7SxYj9PJwu4/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFZMHQVwtIA/Te6oEQ3ENoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7SxYj9PJwu4/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610576576460418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span>Morning visits to the Smithlings</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCoDm0EGSLg/Te6oEsAH5wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kQP77I5BT1o/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCoDm0EGSLg/Te6oEsAH5wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kQP77I5BT1o/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610583862208258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVyUx7B0lsY/Te6oQXkxTqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QYyzWBhE4MY/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVyUx7B0lsY/Te6oQXkxTqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QYyzWBhE4MY/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610784537202338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></div><span><span>Fun times with Jamster</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2HheW1Y8mA/Te6oQrauKzI/AAAAAAAAA20/kvOKc8HsBz0/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2HheW1Y8mA/Te6oQrauKzI/AAAAAAAAA20/kvOKc8HsBz0/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610789863762738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span>Kaeley Waley</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEy0zAT7sGY/Te6oQk-wntI/AAAAAAAAA28/8ZzHU36Xfd4/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEy0zAT7sGY/Te6oQk-wntI/AAAAAAAAA28/8ZzHU36Xfd4/s400/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610788135870162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span>Molly and Lulu try modelling</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__f--RMQ8tM/Te6oRFQi20I/AAAAAAAAA3E/SOybDNkUXcw/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__f--RMQ8tM/Te6oRFQi20I/AAAAAAAAA3E/SOybDNkUXcw/s400/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610796800400194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thIZP6VrnlU/Te6oVqO97bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/jLyyiNraf60/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thIZP6VrnlU/Te6oVqO97bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/jLyyiNraf60/s400/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610875445374386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span>Baby Asher</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsksHkoaFMI/Te6oRkpCNPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Txnyq8HtE6M/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsksHkoaFMI/Te6oRkpCNPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Txnyq8HtE6M/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615610805224617202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><span><span></span></span><span><span>Mr Bojangles. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br />More to come tomorrow.<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-63003649934998227262011-06-05T15:35:00.004+10:002011-06-05T16:24:22.553+10:00The party shoes from HELL<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 77</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28ImHI_d8P0/TesW8_gU3aI/AAAAAAAAA18/IOAMsf_S4qc/s1600/Day-77-small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28ImHI_d8P0/TesW8_gU3aI/AAAAAAAAA18/IOAMsf_S4qc/s400/Day-77-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614606597542436258" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>So, after my break from blogging I felt the need to start living and giving again. </div><div>I thought that I would kick things off with an entertaining tidbit from this past weekend - and you can join me in mulling over the complexities of being female.</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Heather and I headed to Brisbane yesterday for a girls weekend - shopping | dinner at a gorgeous dessert bar (<a href="http://www.freestyletout.com.au/">Freestyle</a>) | catching one of our favourite bands (<a href="http://www.myspace.com/boyandbearmusic">Boy and Bear</a>) at the Hifi | cocktails at a fantastic club called <a href="http://zuri.com.au/">Zuri</a> | breakfast somewhere yummy | the '<a href="http://www.brisbanepowerhouse.org/events/view/world-press-photographic-exhibition/">world press photo</a>' exhibition at the Powerhouse (I highly recommend) | driving home - singing along to our shared favourite songs! A perfect weekend - except that it was marred by a rookie fashion mistake...</div><div><br /></div><div>Footwear choice is an important and complicated choice for any female. I chose my new party shoes. They called to me in their gleeful voices "pick us! we want to go out! We hate being cooped up in the cupboard all day long - you never take us anywhere!". So I bundled the party shoes in the car for their date with destiny - or at least their date with Brisbane on a Saturday night. </div><div><br /></div><div>6pm. It was time for the party shoes big moment. We hobbled out the front door. There was a little pain in the toes but I soldiered on. </div><div><br /></div><div>8pm. The standing commenced at the show. The shoes started to whinge and complain. They didn't know it would be like this - all this standing. No sitting down. They thought the night was all about them sitting prettily under a table. I told the party shoes to quit complaining - they wanted to come out and this is what out looked like. </div><div><br /></div><div>9pm. The party shoes decided to fight back by giving me the worst blisters I can ever remember and completely crippling me. Standing became a balancing act - giving one foot a break at a time. It's hard to sing along when the loud protests from your feet drown out the music. Oh my goodness!</div><div><br /></div><div>2am. Now - you would be familiar with 'that girl' who walks through the city barefoot - with her completely inappropriate shoes dangling from one hand, and her handbag in the other, trying desperately to remember where she parked the car while navigating a darkened footpath.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes. I hate to admit it, but I was that girl last night. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't say I am proud of the barefoot walk - but my feet staged a mutiny. </div><div>They would not take one more step while ensconced in such weapons of torture. </div><div>If my feet could dream, they were dreaming of my slippers at the time. </div><div>They were wondering why slippers are not an appropriate footwear choice to wear while sipping cocktails amongst extremely good looking men in expensive dark suits. </div><div><br /></div><div>I concur with my feet. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the most disappointing thing of all is that even while wearing these shoes of torture I failed to attract any interest from amongst the plethora of men in the club. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bah. Maybe it wasn't the shoes. Maybe it was the length of my skirt. </div><div>Not that attention is all that important. </div><div>More like a gauge for my ability to blend in amongst my peers. </div><div><br /></div><div>I must do some more testing of the shoe/skirt length hypothesis in the future. </div><div>While wearing different shoes....</div><div><br /></div><div>The party shoes have been banished back to the hell from whence they came. </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-5011756279936801362011-05-10T17:02:00.005+10:002011-05-10T17:12:19.212+10:00Another week has passed<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 76</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSdYXac7h7Q/TcjjFvv6fEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/y5djQVcZSQk/s1600/Dreary_day_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSdYXac7h7Q/TcjjFvv6fEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/y5djQVcZSQk/s400/Dreary_day_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604979424118864962" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The days feel a bit like this at the moment. Endless work to do in the office. The days are getting colder. The sun disappears earlier. I am tired tired tired still. </div><div><br /></div><div>But - there is light at the end of this tunnel.</div><div><br /></div><div>I downloaded all the photos that had accumulated on my camera since I stopped blogging and I found a treasure trove of memories from the Smith visit in Feb - March. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I would call this one - encounter with a cranky cat. </div><div>It speaks for itself. </div><div>Apparently Jamin still has a scar on his head.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSdYXac7h7Q/TcjjFvv6fEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/y5djQVcZSQk/s1600/Dreary_day_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VuIFDB4Wj8/TcjjF-aQuxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tmvzFAWd_Ek/s1600/Jamin_Bath_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VuIFDB4Wj8/TcjjF-aQuxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tmvzFAWd_Ek/s400/Jamin_Bath_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604979428054579986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VuIFDB4Wj8/TcjjF-aQuxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tmvzFAWd_Ek/s1600/Jamin_Bath_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div>I love these ones of Kael. </div><div>Children at this age seem to be so open to the world. </div><div>I think I can glimpse his soul through those big blue eyes!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxlLz3qXhSE/Tcjk1g6FdDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/saShYSCC3Ow/s1600/Kael_3_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxlLz3qXhSE/Tcjk1g6FdDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/saShYSCC3Ow/s400/Kael_3_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604981344280343602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jC-ntwXZuyM/Tcjk1ANqjRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/tbqkCRF6hrE/s1600/Kael_1_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jC-ntwXZuyM/Tcjk1ANqjRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/tbqkCRF6hrE/s400/Kael_1_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604981335504096530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNxLVouPNqY/Tcjk1YBmr8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VrSXvDr9cbc/s1600/Kael_2_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNxLVouPNqY/Tcjk1YBmr8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VrSXvDr9cbc/s400/Kael_2_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604981341895962562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div></div><div>What a cutie-patootie!</div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-88661592519776530162011-05-02T16:02:00.004+10:002011-05-02T16:32:49.291+10:00No labor on labor day<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 75</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9wvfh-o-w/Tb5JZfdzffI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0bh4vTDuXGI/s1600/Day-75-small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9wvfh-o-w/Tb5JZfdzffI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0bh4vTDuXGI/s400/Day-75-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601995688787541490" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;">So. I've been a little busy lately - what with all the organising and emailing and bossing staff around and working late and the raining and the flooding and the tent breaking and the evacuation and the mud and the not sleeping and the thousands of people and the VIP's and the artists and the music and the fun fun fun times. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;">It has been a big month. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;">So anyway. I will blog about Easterfest soon but now I just wanted to come back to blogland and let you know that i am all alive and well, although a little tired.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;">Today has been an awesome day. BBQ with Easterfest friends outside in the fantastic autumn sunshine. A perfect day to come back to my life. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-coOclbp30/Tb5O493tgsI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/losCMz-p6kw/s1600/Clouds-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-coOclbp30/Tb5O493tgsI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/losCMz-p6kw/s400/Clouds-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602001727083348674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL3bNlpJqKQ/Tb5P_FvLKkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PlDc9H_YN1g/s1600/Clouds-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL3bNlpJqKQ/Tb5P_FvLKkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PlDc9H_YN1g/s400/Clouds-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602002931785869890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-65536857305108878452011-02-14T21:17:00.003+10:002011-02-15T08:21:56.943+10:00Happy heart!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 74</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPUiftRxA50/TVkLztZ5PgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4cF9P5qdRs8/s1600/Alboys1.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPUiftRxA50/TVkLztZ5PgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4cF9P5qdRs8/s400/Alboys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573498996837137922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><span><span><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My sister and the 'Smithlings' are back in town. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My heart is happy again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ-SgmOa6Y8/TVkLzfwy3uI/AAAAAAAAAzo/TcXTpJ9sEVI/s1600/Jamin1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ-SgmOa6Y8/TVkLzfwy3uI/AAAAAAAAAzo/TcXTpJ9sEVI/s400/Jamin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573498993175092962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></a></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jamin is happy to see his Aunty again.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcFlN3T4JPQ/TVkLzmGjAdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/m16nhU1Yxnc/s1600/Kael1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcFlN3T4JPQ/TVkLzmGjAdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/m16nhU1Yxnc/s400/Kael1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573498994876940754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div></div></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kael treats me like an alien who has come to steal his soul. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Although he does give me the occasional smile when his mother tickles him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;color:#282828;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But that, like most things,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWnCI_AKaU/TVkL0NwcwaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RNq0qLFj7cQ/s1600/LindaKael.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWnCI_AKaU/TVkL0NwcwaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RNq0qLFj7cQ/s400/LindaKael.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573499005521674658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></a></div><div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Usually ends in tears.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Goodness gracious me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What hope is there for me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Look at these faces.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFVQmZuxT08/TVkL0SgI_AI/AAAAAAAAA0I/XC5_yPl1_B8/s1600/JamKael1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFVQmZuxT08/TVkL0SgI_AI/AAAAAAAAA0I/XC5_yPl1_B8/s400/JamKael1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573499006795447298" /></span></a><div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />The faces of angels plotting mischief. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No good can come of this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No good at all.</span><div><span><span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-76916285806756672982011-02-07T20:36:00.005+10:002011-02-07T21:03:43.391+10:00Asher Smasher Basher<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 73</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TU_LdcOysZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qNQEHaMR_0s/s1600/day-73-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TU_LdcOysZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qNQEHaMR_0s/s400/day-73-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570894970735473042" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span></span></div><span><span>Asher Smasher worked out how to crawl recently. </span></span><div><span><span>He is much happier now that he can motor around the house chasing after his big sisters. </span></span></div><div><span><span>Man this kid is C U T E!!!</span></span></div><div><span><span><br />_____</span></span></div><div><span><span><br />On another note,</span></span></div><div><span><span>My life has entered it's workaholic phase. </span></span></div><div><span><span>A fun 3 months where all I do is work, think about work, try not to work, and sleep. </span></span></div><div><span><span>So please forgive me if I don't blog every day.</span></span></div><div><span><span>Mostly because all that working doesn't leave much room for having a life.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Wake up</span></span></div><div><span><span>Go to work</span></span></div><div><span><span>Work work work</span></span></div><div><span><span>Stay at work until I am really hungry</span></span></div><div><span><span>Come home</span></span></div><div><span><span>Go to the gym to work off the pent up frustration/stress that has accumulated with the work</span></span></div><div><span><span>Eat</span></span></div><div><span><span>Vege out</span></span></div><div><span><span>Sleep</span></span></div><div><span><span><br />Repeat daily. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br />Fun times!!!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span></span></div></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-85950147669091994892011-02-04T21:56:00.000+10:002011-02-04T22:06:22.713+10:00Photo Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 72</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUvrZO4zX5I/AAAAAAAAAzY/bmaEW6S-u64/s1600/day-72-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUvrZO4zX5I/AAAAAAAAAzY/bmaEW6S-u64/s400/day-72-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569804182899351442" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; ">A Friday ritual - celebrating a special moment from the past that I don't want to ever forget.</span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-91133940275030530252011-02-02T18:34:00.002+10:002011-02-02T18:39:30.493+10:00Wedding Bells<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 71</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUkXRUYFVYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/JdwgMKIQm1c/s1600/day-71-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUkXRUYFVYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/JdwgMKIQm1c/s400/day-71-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569008000515265922" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Naomi, my housemate from last year, married the love of her life (Matt) over the last 2 weeks. </div><div><br /></div><div>Long story short - the floods caused havoc with guests travel plans so they got married on the Saturday as planned, did photos then headed off to their honeymoon for 10 days. They then came back to Toowoomba, got all dressed up in their finery and had the reception on Friday night. </div><div><br /></div><div>A fun time was had by all!</div><div><br /></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-12771280623504115462011-02-01T18:45:00.002+10:002011-02-01T18:52:24.921+10:00Dating without a dad<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 70</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUfI17cME1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/J2R3fK8MfUI/s1600/day-69-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUfI17cME1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/J2R3fK8MfUI/s400/day-69-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568640293081453394" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">These long drives I have been making lately give me lots of time to think – which is a welcome change from the stimulus filled hours I live in from day to day.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It seems that the things I am told about how to date within the parameters of my faith stress heavily on the role that fathers play in protecting and guiding their daughters to their best match. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This was certainly true in my high school years – when my dad was forever glaring at, scaring away or summarily ignoring the many guys who came by to pick me up for whatever approved outing was on that night. The only serious contenders were the ones who survived the initial father meeting and were able to make it past the door a second time. Though back then, I still saw the ones who didn’t make it back – I just met them elsewhere. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Danger. Danger Will Robinson. Danger. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When my sister was dating her now-husband I remember Dad being initially stern but eventually warming further in as it became evident that Danny was becoming the man Alison needed in her life, even before she knew it herself. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dad’s seem to know these things. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So, what has me thinking is – how am I supposed to travel these unknown dating waters without my Dad there to be the guide?</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I think I have set up a secondary plan. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My first line of defense against danger is my mum, my sister and my best friend. These 3 strong women know all my weaknesses and can see a disaster looming well before we have finished the ‘get-to-know-you’ coffee. They are the people who know where I am meeting a guy and when, so that if I don’t make it home they can send the police to my last known whereabouts. They are the voices of reason when I am blinded by the handsome exterior of an intelligent man. They remind me that if something looks too good to be true, it usually is. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My second line of defense is my home group. These 3 married couples hear the stories weekly. The girls offer advice, while the guys offer to beat anyone up who treats me wrong. They offer opinions on all aspects of any potential suitor – from looks to jobs to hobbies – nothing escapes them. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The last line of defense is the strong men. The heavy-weights. The hard-hitters. Nothing is getting past these three. My big brother Brian, my co-worker Dave and my uncle Rodney. Between the three they have probably come across every trick in the book. When these guys say something - I listen. I value their opinions. I take note when they disapprove. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Plus - there are countless friends and family members also on the lookout. It's a team effort. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For a fatherless daughter, I pray I am making the right decisions without my dad’s guiding hand and stern stare. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I hope that every single girl in my position has also assembled her team. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It’s a jungle out there. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Without backup, those guys will eat you alive. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">** Sorry Dave - couldn't find a photo of you in my files :)</span></p></div><div><br /></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-38689623957552367802011-01-31T20:15:00.003+10:002011-01-31T20:29:32.497+10:00A frightening future awaits...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 69</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUaMfwvNclI/AAAAAAAAAy8/fxnyYD1NI30/s1600/Day-70-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUaMfwvNclI/AAAAAAAAAy8/fxnyYD1NI30/s400/Day-70-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568292466576945746" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>So I haven't heard from Mr First Date last week and I don't expect too.</div><div>I wasn't getting the vibe. </div><div>Bummer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Obviously my brain is working through another plan of attack though. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday night I dreamt that I got another kitten. </div><div>A really cute little grey fluffy one. </div><div>And my heart was happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>My subconscious seems to have decided that the embarrassment of an unsuccessful date is to be lessened by adding a new kitten to the family. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is not going to end well.</div><div><br /></div><div>I, and my friends, harbour fears that I will become the crazy cat lady from 'the Simpsons' who flings cats at unsuspecting people while muttering to herself. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will say this once. </div><div>You have to stop me. </div><div>It is your duty. </div><div>No more kittens no matter how much I beg. </div><div>And plead.</div><div>And cry. </div><div><br /></div><div>No more. </div><div>I will not become the crazy cat lady. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hang on.</div><div>What if I have become her already?</div><div><br /></div><div>No wonder guys don't call me again.....</div><div>OH NO!!!!</div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-49545131978670570302011-01-29T13:08:00.001+10:002011-01-29T13:16:43.975+10:00Photo Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 68</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUOGOlOcDKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9JRNde6k2uY/s1600/day-68-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUOGOlOcDKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9JRNde6k2uY/s400/day-68-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567441149429025954" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:medium;">A Friday ritual - celebrating a special moment from the past that I don't want to ever forget.</span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-50986355280013526232011-01-27T19:46:00.003+10:002011-01-29T13:20:27.050+10:00Family love<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 67</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUE_gBITV6I/AAAAAAAAAys/jL57BJtJHic/s1600/day-67-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUE_gBITV6I/AAAAAAAAAys/jL57BJtJHic/s400/day-67-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566800433698264994" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I've been missing my family this week - with mum over in America for another 2 weeks. I've decided to get my 'family love' fix by heading to Boonah on Sunday for a visit with my girls and this little fellow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't wait to see that grin!</div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-79789798882809473612011-01-26T21:19:00.005+10:002011-01-29T13:22:22.064+10:00Excuse me, but I think my insecurities are showing...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 66</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUADmTq8R2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/D639oewHFZc/s1600/Day-66-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TUADmTq8R2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/D639oewHFZc/s400/Day-66-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566453096080230242" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Just got home from another first date. On the long drive home from Brisbane I had some pondering time. Never a good thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I realised that I have walked away from my last couple of first dates with a twinge of regret. </div><div>'For what' you ask. </div><div>'For the stupid things I uttered' I say.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's true.</div><div>In recent dates I have said some truly dumb things. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I can trace this problem back to it's source. </div><div>I have been on so many first dates and have come away with disappointment - so now I no longer hold any expectations of the guy I am meeting. </div><div>If he turns up things are off to a great start. </div><div><br /></div><div>With my new 'no expectations' outlook I have lost the nervousness that comes with a first date. Why get nervous about something that will probably end badly, embarrassingly or awkwardly? </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I no longer feel nervous, my traditional conversation/response filtering has been lost. </div><div>I've stopped checking my answers in my head before I open my mouth. </div><div><br /></div><div>This here is where the cracks start to show in my carefully crafted exterior.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flicking back through our conversations today I can only cringe at some of the answers that crossed my lips. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can I claim temporary insanity?</div><div>Maybe I was distracted by a shiny object?</div><div>Why, oh why, oh why!</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone take away my dating license before I hurt myself or others irreparably.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I need a bring a chaperone with me. </div><div>Someone who can vet my responses before I answer. </div><div>That wouldn't be weird - would it?</div><div>:)</div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-57361516109506436682011-01-25T19:39:00.004+10:002011-01-29T13:25:12.016+10:00First date outfit dilemmas<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 65</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TT6biQQW-OI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wI5MtaSe-qw/s1600/day-65-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TT6biQQW-OI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wI5MtaSe-qw/s400/day-65-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566057202257950946" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;font-size:x-large;"></span></div><span><span><br />I've got another first date tomorrow - the second for the year. </span></span><div><span><span>The classic conundrum has hit me again - what the heck do I wear?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div>Dates in winter were never a problem - I had a standard outfit with skinny jeans, high-healed boots and bomber jacket.</div><div>Summer on the other hand has me completely baffled.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't wear jeans or a long skirt - too hot.</div><div>That red dress with flowers is a little too 'girl next door'. </div><div>What impression does a short skirt give?</div><div>No way am I wearing shorts.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you see my dilemma. </div><div><br /></div><div>I see this situation as gross negligence on my behalf. </div><div>I must rectify asap with shopping. </div></div><div>Immediately. </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-47983135447430741152011-01-21T17:51:00.000+10:002011-01-21T17:52:24.639+10:00Photo Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 64</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTk7GP0dzGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tq2_lx6wT9k/s1600/day-64-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTk7GP0dzGI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tq2_lx6wT9k/s400/day-64-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564543793104800866" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; ">A Friday ritual - celebrating a special moment from the past that I don't want to ever forget.</span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-5619912998128929432011-01-20T19:51:00.004+10:002011-01-20T20:02:22.955+10:00Dancing with the green-eyed monster<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 63</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTgGBTnNDwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qkDrhtivlyc/s1600/Day-63-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTgGBTnNDwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qkDrhtivlyc/s400/Day-63-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564203959130590978" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jealousy</span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not something we talk about a lot. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not something anyone generally admits to. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But I will. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I’ve been dancing with the green-eyed monster lately. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Not the ‘I wish I had what you have’ monster. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> More like his cousin - the ‘I can’t be in the same room as your happiness’ monster. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> The monster that munches your heart up. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Slowly. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> The monster that whispers in my ear. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Steals my joy. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Actually I think he eats my joy for breakfast. <br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">How do I return this monster to where he came? </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That is a good question. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Maybe I will remind myself of all the things I was <a href="http://festivallinda.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-100.html">grateful for 64 days ago</a>. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I think I will find it hard to be jealous and grateful at the same time. <br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don’t want to dance with this monster any more. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> He steps on my toes. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">With his big green feet. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> xxoo </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L</span></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-16560794538246537992011-01-19T20:16:00.001+10:002011-01-19T20:30:29.621+10:00What I've been reading...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 62</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTa6sN8Ya7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/kdZPwB-pXvk/s1600/Day-62-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTa6sN8Ya7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/kdZPwB-pXvk/s400/Day-62-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563839658482756530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I thought it was time to tell you what I have been reading over the last month or two. I had a very productive Christmas holiday - I read 4 books in a week!</div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close | Jonathan Safran Foer</span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">“In a vase in a closet, a couple years after his father died in 9/11, nine-year-old Oskar discovers a key…”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This was one of my favourite books from 2010. A great story about the different characters living in New York City, from the perspective of a quirky and extremely intelligent little boy. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">5/5</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Water for Elephants | Sara Gruen</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“Orphaned, penniless, Jacob Jankowski jumps a freight train in the dark, and in that instant, transforms his future. By morning, he’s landed a job with the Flying Squadron of the Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth. Bt nightfall, he’s in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I hear they are making this in to a movie which should be great. Love this story as it is rich with love, laughter, danger, a naughty elephant, prohibition, the depression and a love that defies logic.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">5/5</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Room | Emma Donoghue</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“Room is the story of a mother and son whose love lets them survive the impossible. Unsentimental and sometimes funny, devastating yet uplifting, Room is a novel like no other.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">One of the best books I have read in a very long time. I read it in a 4 hour sitting one Saturday afternoon, because I just couldn’t put it down. An incredible story of a kidnapped teenager, her child and their life in ‘Room’.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">5/5</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wicked Appetite | Janet Evanovich</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Unfortunately not up to the normal level that I expect from Janet Evanovich (who is the author of one of my favourite book series). It has it’s funny moments (a monkey who gives everyone the finger, enchanted stones that cause the holder to horde: food, padlocks, ferrets etc, a gorgeous man with smouldering good looks who is the protector of these stones) but on a story level it leaves much to be desired. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">3/5 - I wouldn't bother if I were you. Read the 'One for the Money' series instead. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><b><i>Her Mother’s Hope & Her Daughter’s Dream| Francine Rivers</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Marta’s Legacy series<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">These two were a great read looking at the legacy of one feisty, strong willed young girl from Switzerland through her life, her daughter, her granddaughter and her great granddaughter. Travelling through Europe, Canada and the wilds of settlement in America, these books illustrate the lives of women who loved their husbands, their children and their faith. Exploring the complicated relationships between mothers and daughter, husbands and wives, neighbours and friends.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">4.5/5 – they got a little predictable towards the end. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-25276627827090527212011-01-18T19:16:00.003+10:002011-01-18T19:24:41.147+10:00My book is here!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 61</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTVbIBXzyXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hf7rrDJ5eH0/s1600/Day-61-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTVbIBXzyXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hf7rrDJ5eH0/s400/Day-61-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563453108051495282" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTVbIBXzyXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hf7rrDJ5eH0/s1600/Day-61-small.jpg"></a>My book arrived yesterday and I was amazed to see it! </div><div>My '100 Days of Grateful' was an incredible journey, and to see it in book form makes it all the more real.</div><div>This book is an exclusive masterpiece - one copy only so I'd better not misplace it anywhere. </div><div>I am very proud.<br /><br /></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-48495431407278179322011-01-17T20:35:00.002+10:002011-01-17T21:06:57.279+10:00Hello Summer!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 60</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTQiO7LJwuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Uk5K2W4bdp0/s1600/Day-48-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTQiO7LJwuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Uk5K2W4bdp0/s400/Day-48-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563109079507387106" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>After months of rain it makes my heart happy to see the summer weather back in sunny Queensland!</div><div><br /></div><div>I turned my fan on tonight for the first time since February last year. Let's hope the last 6 weeks of summer actually feel a little more like summer!</div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-88145504077637840442011-01-14T21:26:00.000+10:002011-01-14T21:39:05.331+10:00Photo Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 59</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTA0nv5qbUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/gSaQzkJyy8g/s1600/day-59-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TTA0nv5qbUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/gSaQzkJyy8g/s400/day-59-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562003397280427330" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; ">A Friday ritual - celebrating a special moment from the past that I don't want to ever forget.</span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-14521086880181365552011-01-13T20:04:00.004+10:002011-01-13T20:20:37.871+10:00And the rivers raged down the streets<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 58</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TS7OooY1QlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Dk_3LRCB5go/s1600/day-58-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TS7OooY1QlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Dk_3LRCB5go/s400/day-58-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561609787280802386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>What a week. </div><div>Something unprecedented took place in Toowoomba town on Monday – a city atop a hill flooded. 5 inches of rain fell within 30minutes, turning our street into rivers, and our rivers in to raging torrents.</div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Dubbed an inland tsunami, a flash flood of murky brown water engulfed our CBD within minutes: tossing around cars like playthings, ruining anything in its path. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was at work in our CBD office when it happened. While our office stayed high and dry, sadly our church office and auditorium (located just across the road) was severely ruined by the flood.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I watched as local workers waded in to dangerous waters to rescue people from trapped cars. I watched as strangers comforted each other as they surveyed the devastation. I watched my friends and co-workers struggle against the waters to safety just 3metres across the road from me – while I was trapped, unable to help until the river that was the road subsided enough to be waded across.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have realized that situations such as these give an opportunity for everyday heroes to emerge. Fathers and brothers, sisters and mothers put aside fear to do what needs to be done and more. Facing danger, they do extra-ordinary things for strangers and friends alike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will never forget this week.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li>The incredible destructive power of water.</li><li>The ability of the human spirit to continue even when broken.</li><li>The strength found in friends when faced with fear and loss.</li><li>The power of prayer.</li><li>The joy in a community who works together to rebuild and comfort.</li></ul><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Queensland continues to be engulfed in devastating floods. Down the range from Toowoomba the town of Grantham has been completely demolished by a wall of water that swept through on Monday night. Entire houses swept away with families still inside. Across Queensland floodwaters continue to rise, devastating entire suburbs and towns in their path.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Every Queenslander will have a story to tell of January 2011. I count myself blessed to find myself safe, dry and untouched by the water in the aftermath. So many more have lost so much more, losing all possessions and even loved ones in this unprecedented weather event.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am one of the lucky ones. I thank God for our safety. I offer prayers for those who have suffered and continue to suffer. </p><p class="MsoNormal">For some amazing video showing what happened, watch these clips:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYUpkPTcqPY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYUpkPTcqPY</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7HLvwPmles">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7HLvwPmles</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189693887968105344.post-65574675888641876252011-01-07T19:46:00.000+10:002011-01-07T19:49:29.905+10:00Photo Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); line-height: 33px; ">DAY 57</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TSbhasUKrdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/mnLSSAYHDzc/s1600/day-57-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ii_eVYxzSFs/TSbhasUKrdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/mnLSSAYHDzc/s400/day-57-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559378638724050386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); line-height: 20px; ">A Friday ritual - celebrating a special moment from the past that I don't want to ever forget.</span></div>Linda Moeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09622214514875156884noreply@blogger.com0