<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:33:59.413Z</updated><title type='text'>whatalotoffun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whatalotoffun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146147009280332476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Smarties.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302.post-5477721690997616235</id><published>2007-03-08T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:59:42.813Z</updated><title type='text'>What is it BOY or a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi all I've been missing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; lately. Well hubby is still clued to the computer screen like anything and I have been so busy helping my friend out at her work finished on Friday and now its shopping for baby. It takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; out of me I am 25weeks pregnant now and the good news is that 90% its a ............. I have added a photo of the ultra sound on there you can see what it is so you tell me what you see and what you think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_NISqOGv1E/RfBflFv7BkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ODZVQlpbHfo/s1600-h/Photo-0166_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039633073830561346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_NISqOGv1E/RfBflFv7BkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ODZVQlpbHfo/s400/Photo-0166_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well further there is no news just trying to spend as much time as I can with Danielle. So scared I wont have time for her when baby arrives. I need help with names too please for a girl and a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_NISqOGv1E/RfBfk1v7BjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cNirMZY0I9w/s1600-h/Photo-0162_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039633069535594034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_NISqOGv1E/RfBfk1v7BjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cNirMZY0I9w/s400/Photo-0162_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to upload photo's from our holiday but no success. I must really start posting more. So much has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; but cant think of something to post. I have such nice photos of the holiday but blogger being a pain again. Well I am feeling like a hippo I have picked up about 12 kilograms now (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the pounds). Seeing the doctor again next week. My due date is the 30 June &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oooooohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I cant wait just trying to get around with this stomach is getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still trying to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back soon I promise I must really blog more I have missed it so much. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what the hell is going on in your lives anymore. will have to catch up really. but I am going to say goodbye now. Have a nice weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21540302-5477721690997616235?l=whatalotoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/5477721690997616235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21540302&amp;postID=5477721690997616235&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/5477721690997616235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/5477721690997616235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-it-boy-or-girl.html' title='What is it BOY or a Girl'/><author><name>whatalotoffun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146147009280332476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Smarties.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_NISqOGv1E/RfBflFv7BkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ODZVQlpbHfo/s72-c/Photo-0166_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302.post-117035996593748991</id><published>2007-02-01T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:59:25.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hi all just a quick drop in to say hello and that everything is still fine. I am just over 4 months now and can feel the little one moving. Don't know what it is yet, will be going to the Dr on the 15 Feb then he could tell. The last visit he could not see because the little one was sitting on his bum with his feet in the air and busy very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our holiday was very nice. Madam won 2nd princess for little miss Van Stadens will post photo's later. She was just to cute walked like a real model. We went to Cape Town for a week to. I have been so busy and also helping out at a friends work. Keeping me busy and a little extra pocket money for me. I could not post due to my internet that was suspended because stupid me forgot to put money in my bank account before we went on holiday so I sorted that all out so now I am back in cyber space. Must catch up on all your sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all missed me like I missed you guys. Can you believe I have been blogging for a year now. Chat soon next time I will post some photo's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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From 02:00 this morning she was not aloud to drink anything anymore. My luck she slept right through to 06:30. When she woke up she wanted her bottle and had to tell her over and over that its still hold (shushu). I made a bottle of tea (hot) and she would just give it back to me to tell me that its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0024_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0024_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;keeping madam busy before her operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at the hospital all fine. She was done about 9:00 and came out about just after 10. They removed her addinoids when she was 9months old and had to remove it again, her tonsils and placed grommets in her ears. You just see all the moms come out with red eyes and trying to hide the tears. But its hard to see your little bundle of joy on that big operation table. They gave her gas to put her out at first I went in with her and she was quit good until the gas started to kick in. I just turned around I could not handle the feeling and seeing her eyes rolling in her sockets and they asked me if I wanted to leave now and I said yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0020_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0020_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did not want the band on her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept a good while before she took the whole ward up by storm and the people just could not believe how well she recovered. She has beed very independent since after her 1st birthday, the people could not believe that she fed herself dressed herself without me helping (she does not want me to help her). We were discharged about 14:00. She was running around at home being her old miss busy body self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0028_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;some photo's of her Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0029_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0029_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle, Me and Leah. Her twin friend from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0030_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0030_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Birthday cake. Her Theme was Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0032_000.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0032_000.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and her having a good time on the jumping castle. Being a mom is exploring the child still in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0031_000.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0031_000.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding down. Cant believe she is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0033_000.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0033_000.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this on Sunday at the game centre. They have this machine that takes a photo then you can have it sketched like this one or in color. Its me, Danielle, Owen (her cousin), my youngest sister Ronel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will publish more photo's next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Got my new phone on Friday, Samsung D820 did not want a Samsung again but the insurance already spoke to hubby. He said yes to the claim. I was so cross I wanted the new Sony Ericsson K900 well its new here by us. I could not get to the computer to say hi because hubby was watching movies all the time. Can see that I was missed well at least there is people out there that misses me. Ha Ha Ha. Missed you guys to now I must catch up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; August was not my month and now it seems like September is not Hubby's. They broke into his container at his site (the house he is busy building) and stole about R30 000 worth of stuff and then he dropped his phone in the toilet (don't ask me how "men")so more drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got so much to tell you guys. In the 5 years hubby and I have been together I have never had words with his mom or dad and Friday was the first with his dad. I was so cross I felt like smacking him. Just thinking about it makes me all tensed up again. M's mom was in hospital again and she asked me to bring Danielle because she misses her (still the same drama with her she still don't make any effort on her side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time that she was in the hospital Hubbys dad asked me not to take Danielle because she messed on the floor and she does not want to sit still. So I told her that the uncle is going to through his toys out the cot and she reassured me he wont mind. So I took Danielle to her on Wednesday night, Danielle was quite sweet. When grumpy old grandpa arrived I left. So on Friday when I went to fetch my phone I quickly dropped in to say hi to hubbys mom. His dad was there. Wait let me just take a few breaths 1, 2, 3, ok. So he said I must please not bring her because I can not control her because, wait 4, 5, 6, (its not working),I do not teach her correctly about what is wrong and right (ek maak haar nie reg groot nie),she smacks you in the face and she does not want to kiss a person if she does not feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him who the hell does he think he is to tell me that. He is not in my house to see how I reprimand Danielle and another thing is she is only 2 years old and not 30. Before he could say anything else I just walked out because I would say stuff that would regret later. I am just that kind of person I would not keep my mouth shut for anybody I will say my say. She never see's them like ones in three weeks of course a child of her age wont just kiss anybody. The reason why she smack them the ones is because they started irrating her because they want to kiss her and she doesn't want to. I know that was not right but she is off that because I worked on that bad point with her. She is still exploring with things you cant smack the living day lights out of a child on that age just because they are not aloud to do this and that you will give them a bad start in live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the worst dad there could be and now he wants to preach me. I have not spoken to him again. I told hubby that I would not take Danielle to there house again because she is not aloud to touch this and do this and the list goes on. Friggin hell she is a child not an adult. 7, 8, 9, 10. Still did not help, wait let me go pour me a glass of wine that will calm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family's our so much different. My family is very close. Likes to do things together and his is like in totally different. Wanted to upload a photo of my 2 sisters and I with our little ones and my granny but blogger is being a pain again will ask Froggie to do it. That was the phote I send to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mickelino-is-here.blogspot.com"&gt;Mr Froggie&lt;/a&gt;. So hope I did not bore you all. Thanks for all the nice things you guys said about me and Reluctant Nomad does it mean you will turn straight for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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I said its fine and my mom agreed to bring him to me after she has picked him up from school he is in grade 3 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/JURGEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/JURGEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JURGEN&lt;br /&gt;So my mom brought him just after 1 o'clock. My mom looks after them during the day but sometimes she leaves them with the maid if she really needs to go somewhere. Today she decided to bring them all with. Jurgen is 9, Ivan 4 and Paul 1y and 6m. They were playing with the dong and outside. Just before my mom wanted to leave she told Jurgen to go hide away because his brother (Ivan) in going to cry after him. So when Ivan realised his brother is missing he started screaming and crying. I still don't know how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IVAN&lt;br /&gt;Before my mom got into the car she asked but where is Paul we all just yelled &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"THE SWIMMING POOL".&lt;/span&gt; My braai area looks onto our swimming pool and we were sitting there watching them. When we all walked to the door I still made sure the sliding doors are locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Photo-0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Photo-0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PAUL&lt;br /&gt;My mom ran I ran after her as we got to the braai area we saw the water moving and my mom just yelled &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"HIS IN THE SWIMMING POOL"&lt;/span&gt; she tried to unlock the sliding door put she was to much in a panic. I quickly unlocked it and just saw him in the swimming pool floating I just prayed, shivers going through my body again just thinking of it, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PLEASE DEAR LORD PLEASE LET HIM LIVE.&lt;/span&gt; I jumped in my mom was at the side and she took him from me. My aunt took him from my mom and she just collapsed and started crying. I was to shocked and cold to feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little face that looked at me as I grabbed him I still feel like crying. We still don't know how he got to the swimming pool he must of walked around the house. He did not swallow much water because he would of vomited he must of just fell in when we got to him. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANK THE LORD. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My cellphone was in my pocket so now its water damaged will see how much it would cost to be fixed. Rather my cell phone then a life you can replace a cell phone but not a live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Luckily I downloaded all the photos and video clips on my PC in the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows you how fast it can happen it was in a split of a second. We always say it will never happen to me it can I just realised that today. I always watch Danielle like a halk and always make sure all the doors and sliding doors is locked. When she goes outside she's never alone I am always with her. But I am phoning people on Monday to put a net on Hubby hasn't got a choice he will just have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smoke in the braai area not in the house and I cant look at the swimming pool then the whole episode replays in my mind. I am so thankful that he was ok I don't know what I would of done if he wasn't how do you tell a mom that your kid just drowned. I don't even want to think of it. Today was a lesson to me to appreciate every second you have because in a split second it could be taken away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did a post last night about Danielle, her visit to the dentist to have her teeth fixed but before I could publish it my money on my house phone was up so I could not even save it but will publish it again got to do everything from scratch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at the &lt;a href="http://www.spur.co.za"&gt;Flaming Arrow Spur&lt;/a&gt; in my last year of school (Grade 12)doing roomservices for the Holiday Inn. The Spur is attached to the Holiday Inn. We were three people doing room service; one to answer the phone; one to take orders and one to take food from the grill as soon as its ready and make sure the order is correct or one two did delivery's when it was really busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I normally worked together (we were not a good combination together always caught on some shit). We went together on a few orders. We delivered the one order, as we came out of the one room this gentleman (if you could call him that) stopped us and asked what do we do, Room service. So we told him "Yes sir if you want to place an order just dial 9, there is a menu in your room and the bill can get charged to your room". He was reeking of the alcohol. He kept on showing his room card and asking us are we sure, when we replied "Sure about what sir". He would just say its ok never mind. We excused ourselves due to our other deliveries. As we walked he followed us into the main lift asking us over and over. "Are we sure". We just ignored him. He followed us until the room where our next delivery was. As we came out he was still standing waiting for us, staring at us and stared until we went around the corner to go into service lift. We were like shivering our asses off. It was like in so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got his room number. Was not long after he phone and placed an order two garlic rolls and a bottle of wine. So we said we would go together (we had other orders too). Sarah decided that I must go in and she will stand by the door to call for help if he makes any funny business. So I went into his room, was full off empty wine bottles. He could hardly talk, after he signed his hotel slip to the dot of the amount owing he asked "what about your tip". So I explained to him he must just scratch the total out and put in a new total and just sign next to the amount. He had the nerve to tell me that "no we must work something out". I said to him in a very polite manner "Sir I do not know what you are talking about we are in a hurry we do have other customers waiting. Have a nice day".&lt;br /&gt;He was still talking and I just left the room. Sarah laughing. Again he came out of his room to stare at us until we disappear around the corner to the service lift. (you can feel him staring at you). After our rounds of delivery's we discover two garlic rolls left on our tray SHIT SHIT SHIT its his we forgot to give it to him. I suggested that we just knock on his door and leave it on the floor. Sarah said no, so we knocked and the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the last.&lt;br /&gt;About 3 months after the whole incident I went to the hotel to get a guest ledger. Who was sitting at the bar .....HIM I just ignored him calling me. Was not long after that he phoned and ordered. Want to know how we knew it was him believe it or not 2 garlic rolls and a bottle of wine. So I told Sarah this time you are going into his room and I will wait at the door. We took his order he asked us if we knew where he could get some nice ladies for the night I was like in did I hear correctly. Sarah and I was not scared of this sucker anymore she turned around and told him to phone the escort agencies. He said no what about you and your friend and we both told him straight to &lt;a href="mailto:F@*k"&gt;F@*k&lt;/a&gt; Off. Took the slip and left. 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Told her I would so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I work for our local Newspaper The Herald.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better-half and I met in South Africa, Port Elizabeth at a club drunk as skunks.&lt;br /&gt;3. I lived all my life in South Africa, Port Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/rsamap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/rsamap.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to travel, camping  meet new people, &lt;br /&gt;5. I do see myself going on a sea cruise to Mauritius or some dessert Island.&lt;br /&gt;6. I would love to stay in Paarl, Cape Town.&lt;br /&gt;7. Any coffee is my favorite coffee but if I have to choose its Moca Java.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like to drink a nice Rose wine, basically anything that have alcohol in.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have no tattoos but have 5  piercings one in my belly (had to pierce it 4 times before it was in) and 4piercings in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;10. I would love to bungee jump but they would have to tie me to my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;11. Took about 5 piano classes and left it had to much other sports on my list. (Netbal, Judo and Gymnastics)Would love to take guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;12. I can carry a tune but I'm not the Idol material. I only sing with friends at a karoakee bar.&lt;br /&gt;13 don't know if Plants will survive under my supervision never tried. Love plants but we are busy building and will move soon so will try that in our new home.&lt;br /&gt;14. I only go to McDonald's to get a kiddies meal for my little one to see what toys  they have. (I will end up eating the kiddies meal).&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite painter: Danielle Berg (My little daughter of 2)&lt;br /&gt;16. I have 1 computer at home.&lt;br /&gt;17. I speak 2 languages: English, Afrikaans and Xhosa a little.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love the way the Italian languages sounds&lt;br /&gt;19. The next language I want to learn is French. (with the help of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mickelino-is-here.blogspot.com"&gt;Frog with a Blog&lt;/a&gt; my cute little froggie friend that I love to bits.)&lt;br /&gt;20. One of my dreams is to have a farm with all the stray animals I found lurking around in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;21. Idon't have a 4x4 but my hubby does, we go to 4x4 tracks often.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am easily proned to road rage - cant stand stupid and old people (they are old enough to be in a old age home, they can barely walk but they want to drive)on the road.&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate driving in Johannesburg&lt;br /&gt;24. I have owned 3 dogs, 2 cats, 1 cow, 1 sheep and a duckling (the one my little sister drowned).&lt;br /&gt;25. Idon'tt like aerobics but I like step, yoga.&lt;br /&gt;26. I was a gym fanatic before Danielle did about 3 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am a perfectionists got to be a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;28. I loved reading but don't get much time now&lt;br /&gt;29. I did Judo from the age of 7 - 18 got my full Eastern Province colours and represented my Province every year at the South African Championships came 4 ones due to one of the referees cheating I could of won. (long story)&lt;br /&gt;30. I am the middle child of three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;31. I make the best Bobotie.&lt;br /&gt;32. I make a mean pasta as well.&lt;br /&gt;33. I name inanimate objects (for the fun of it)&lt;br /&gt;34. I am a little lazy but cant sit around doing nothing anymore more got to stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;35. I wish I had someone to clean up after me (house, dishes, laundry)&lt;br /&gt;36. I love to bake and cook.&lt;br /&gt;37. I love to cook and try out new recipe's.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;39. I hate potjie kos, tripe&lt;br /&gt;40. 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Hope you get spoilt to death (figurely speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/ShowLetter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/ShowLetter5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:13;"  &gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunization.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:13;"  &gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:13;"  &gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I was a Grandma, I didn't know that all those "Mom" feelings more than doubled when you see that little bundle being held by "your baby"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to someone who you think is a special Mom or Grandma. I just did.&lt;br /&gt;And remember that behind every successful mother... Is a basket of dirty laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Many people feel that if they could just understand and take control of their dreams, all their real world problems would be solved. While this position may be a bit of a stretch, it is true that many issues in dreams have their roots in the waking world, and when these daytime issues are solved, so to are the dreams they sparked. When studying the fascinating and sometimes confusing world of dreams, it is a good idea to look at the symbols many other people have found in common dream objects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We all have dreams that we don't understand or we wish that we did. Well I've been having two dreams for years now. The first one is water I dream about it a lot again last night. Its just water everywhere or I will walk with somebody and all of a sudden the water will start raising from the ground or BIG waves will brake on us put nothing happens we still stand on the same place. Some people say that water is good. But I have been dreaming about it for a long time and no luck as passed my way. The second dream is about my teeth, yes my teeth odd I say. I will bite into something and my tooth or teeth will brake into the gum. I literally spit the teeth out and a whole will be in my gum where the tooth was. That's freaky. Everybody got there own dream analyzing. And I'm not the superstitious type well just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I had a dream ones about our neighbor's wife strangling her husband in our lounge infront of me. I saw his eyes rolling back in his eye sockets and his face turning blue. He did not even put up a fight. I was very stunt of my dream so I asked our maid what does it mean. She said that I will hear of death not neccersarily in my family it could be in my circle of friends to. Did not take much note of it. The Friday my cousins phoned me to let me know that one of our friends committed suicide last night. It only struck me about a half an hour later after our conversation what our maid said. That freaked me out. I never asked her about a dream again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My mom dreamed about shit the one night. Sitting in it, tramping in it she said it was just shit. So she too asked our maid and she said she will hear of somebody being pregnant. So my mom could not figured out who the possible person could be. Most of the cousins were still in height school and the rest were married and just had kids. It was about a month after my moms dream that we heard it was my cousin in Grade 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a google search on what the meaning is about dreaming about teeth so if you have the same dreams &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to find out more about it. And to find out about the meaning of dreaming of water please &lt;a href="dreams.its-your-life.ca/w.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;. Or would just like to surf around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to found some of your own dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreams.its-your-life.ca/a.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hope you all have pleasant dreams tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21540302-114709739941251248?l=whatalotoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/114709739941251248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21540302&amp;postID=114709739941251248&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114709739941251248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114709739941251248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/2006/05/which-one-is-yours.html' title='Which one is yours!!'/><author><name>whatalotoffun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146147009280332476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Smarties.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302.post-114709151791467072</id><published>2006-05-08T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:12:14.253Z</updated><title type='text'>The Choclate Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/number.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/choc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/choc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;It takes less than a minute Work this out as you read .Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!This is not one of those waste of time thgs, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to havechocolate (more than once but less than 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/number.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/number.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/MULTIPLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/MULTIPLY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/TWO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/TWO.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Add 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/FIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/FIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/FIVE.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/MULTIPLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/MULTIPLY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/fifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/fifty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1756 ....If you haven't, add 1755.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/PLUS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/PLUS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.You should have a three digit numberThe first digit of this was your original number (i.e., how many times youwant to have chocolate each week).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/minus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/minus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next two numbers areYOUR AGE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(Oh YES, it is!!!!!)THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2006) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21540302-114655859157382772?l=whatalotoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/114655859157382772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21540302&amp;postID=114655859157382772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114655859157382772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114655859157382772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='Ive been Tagged!!'/><author><name>whatalotoffun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146147009280332476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Smarties.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302.post-114605712751890461</id><published>2006-04-26T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:05:02.680Z</updated><title type='text'>The SMS!!</title><content type='html'>This whole story about M's mom neglecting Danielle is really getting to me. I am a very straight forward person that always let you know what I think. So on Sunday after I left M's sisters house I was thinking how could I let her know how I feel. So I though I would send her an SMS which sed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just want to say thanks for everything you do for me and Danielle and we do appreciate it from the bottom of our hearts. Even though we don't get to spent that much time together anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much better after I have send it. So last week we were all invited to Dine with M's grandfather for his 85th birthday. At first I did not wanted to go. We dropped Danielle off at my aunt (she lives just around the corner from me). The whole family was there. I kept my distance from M's mom I kissed her hello and that was it. I only spoke to her when she asked me a question. I felt bad doing that but the hurt I'm feeling kept popping up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Thursday night she phoned me I was so shocked. She said that we must do something tomorrow because she has neglected us the past few weeks. (My little inner person was shouting up and down "I finally got through to her without the REAL me doing it"). (I only work Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays). So I said &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"that's fine will see you around one. Just need to do some things".&lt;/span&gt; She said: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"OK see you tomorrow:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day started and I could not wait to finally spend some time with her. I really love her very much and the past year has been hell. I made all the attempts to keep in touch with her and made more efforts for her to spend time with Danielle then what she did.&lt;br /&gt;So at 13:30 when I arrived at her house the past year just flashed right back to me. Yes M's sister was there to. I almost just left again. Its not that I am jealous on her its just that I want M's mom to spend time with Danielle alone. When she is there she keeps on giving her baby to M's mom then she cant play with Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Reggies to change her pram due to crack in it. Went for coffee and that was it. Yes a total waste of my day. So I went home. I felt like screaming, crying, banging my head against the steering wheel. But I keep my calm infront of Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last. I phoned M's mom to found out what she will be doing. (We had a public holiday in SA). So she said she will come visit around one. She did not sound to good. Like I said she suffers from acid reflux. So most of the times the acid pushes up through the night and then the next morning she is so weak and sick. So I had to do some groceries (I dropped Danielle off by my Aunt) shopping for the house. When I got a phone call from her about 3 hours later my heart started jumping and my face got this big smile, but not for long. It was M's sister they just want to know when I will be home. She is coming with. My lip dropped to the floor (nearly tramped on it) and my heart fell right into my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to myself NO don't be like this. So I got home unpacked. They arrived about an half and hour later. We had a smoke and fetched Danielle. Everything went well until they wanted to leave. Danielle wanted to go with her Granny. I don't know if it was my imagination or what. It just felt like she did not want Danielle to go with even M's mom she did not seem eager to take her. So I told her I will fetch her later. So Danielle got her bag and was so pleased to go with she even kissed and hugged me goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the car M's mom was holding the baby and Danielle wanted to sit on grannies lap so M's sister said she new it would happen and saying to her mom that she still want to stop at Spar. So had to count to 10 otherwise I would of exploded and say something I might regret later. So I told her I will take her now. Grab Danielle who is screaming and yelling and told her to go. She still tried to say something but I just walked on trying to keep Danielle from kicking and smacking me in the face. She was crying her eyes out so I had to get into the car and drive with her. I drove to my aunt. She was not home so Danielle was crying ones more cause we left her "other grans" house without saying hello. So at the four way stop we met again M's sister and mom came back from the Spar they weren't even 5 min in the store. I just waved and road off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in the park. We just stopped at home when my cell phone rang it was her I did not pick up. She phoned again, again I did not pick up. On the 3rd ring (my little voice inside me said &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pick up and just listen what she has to say&lt;/span&gt;) So I did. She said that she just wants to apologies she did not mend for it to come out the way it did. (My inner voice: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she's got a guilty conscious&lt;/span&gt;)So I just told her it sounded like she did not want her to go with cause she had an excuse everytime M's mom wanted to take Danielle with her. So I just said its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I had to drop Danielle off with my Aunt due to her school being closed. I made another attempt with M's mom to spend some time with Danielle. I phoned her to let her know that Danielle is at my aunts house if she wants to pick her up. M's sisters just lives one street away from my aunt so its not out M's moms way. So today I will see if she made an attempt to see her. If not. That will be it. No more phone calls, no more visits from me. That is fair is it not. I made more then enough attempts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21540302-114605712751890461?l=whatalotoffun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/feeds/114605712751890461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21540302&amp;postID=114605712751890461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114605712751890461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21540302/posts/default/114605712751890461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatalotoffun.blogspot.com/2006/04/sms.html' title='The SMS!!'/><author><name>whatalotoffun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146147009280332476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Smarties.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21540302.post-114537216031886168</id><published>2006-04-18T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:15:17.520Z</updated><title type='text'>A Grannies Love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/danielle%20geboorte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/danielle%20geboorte.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious little Dannielle (photo of her where she was only 1 day old) was the first grand child on M's side. So she got a lot of attention and granny made lots of visits. She is not very healthy for the past 3 years. She is suffering from acid reflux she had many operations but still nothing helped her. Still that did not stop her of spending time with her grand daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her own daughter gave her lots of grieve during the years and she always said that I am the daughter she never had. They are not even fond of her husband that is as big as a whale and she is a tiny women. They came home one day to say that they are married they got married in court without nobody attending. Her parents were furious. She was addicted to Prozac at the time so we all wondered if she knew what she was doing. They tried to have a baby but due to his illness as a young boy he only has on testicle. They turned to insemination, that did not help either. So last year she fell pregnant naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she found out that she is expecting we were nothing (Danielle and I). I will phone M's mom no answer and no return call. Then later she and her mom will rock up at my house to visit Danielle. They went shopping together the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;M's sister had her a baby about 2 weeks ago. I still try to make an effort to go visit M's mom but no luck no returned SMS or nothing. And when you drive past M's sister's house her car is standing there. Then I feel like shouting, I just feel that even if she visits there the whole day she can still just pop in to say hi to Danielle for 5min. We stay just around the corner of M's sister. I get told she is not well but then again she is fit enough to go visit her new grand daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to let her know how I feel. Is she aware that she is neglecting her other grand child. I am not jealous I know that its her daughter, but I just cant understand that a granny loves one grand child more than another. I feel like crying, shouting etc. I just told myself that I will not make any efforts anymore. If she phones me to see Danielle I will make an excuse. I will make her feel like I am feeling know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's mom and I are very close (were) we did everything together. Shopping, walking the dogs, sharing secrets. She is a very dear old lady she wont even hurt a fly. We have never had an argument. We love each other dearly. But this past 10months is really getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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I was not born here but relocated here at the age of two with my parents. So sit back relax, get some beer, coldrinks, your smokes, put your feet up and enjoy the tour with your personal tour guide Whatalotoffun. Hope you all enjoy the tour and that you would put Port Elizabeth on your list of places to visit. If you do, look me up and I will gladly show you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/hist_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/hist_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erected to commemorate the landing of the 1820 British Settlers, the Campanile is situated at the entrance of the railway station and harbour. The 53.5 m Campanile contains a chiming clock and the largest carillon of bells in the country, in addition to its chiming clock. The Observation Room can be reached by climbing a 204-step staircase, offering a magnificent experience and view not to be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/hist_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/hist_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest Library in PE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Feather-Market-Hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Feather-Market-Hall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art venues include the King George VI, EPSAC and Cuyler Street galleries. Theatrical productions are staged at a number of venues, including the Opera House (a fine example of a Victorian theatre and the only one still in use in South Africa), and the beautifully refurbished Feather Market Centre, an outstanding concert hall and conference centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/DONKIN-HOUSE_SAT.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/DONKIN-HOUSE_SAT.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Donkin-at-nighttime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Donkin-at-nighttime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 km Donkin Heritage Trail links 47 places of historical interest in the old Hill area of central Port Elizabeth. The useful pedestrian signage orientates tourists along the self-guided trail. The Donkin Reserve was proclaimed a public open space in perpetuity by Sir Rufane Donkin. It includes a stone pyramid monument, with a touching inscription, erected by Sir Rufane Donkin in memory of his late wife, Elizabeth, after whom the city was named. The Lighthouse, built in 1861, also houses the city's Tourist Information Centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Fort-Frederick1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Fort-Frederick1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Frederick is a 1799 stone fort built by the British Forces to defend the mouth of the Baakens River. It was named after Frederick, Duke of York, and was built by English troops. The English troops were sent to Algoa Bay to assist the Graaff-Reinet rebels in preventing a possible landing of French soldiers. Yet, ironically, no shot was ever fired in anger from the Fort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Horse-Memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Horse-Memorial.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse Memorial, located on the corner of Russell and Cape Roads, was erected and dedicated to the horses killed during the South African War (1899-1902). This magnificent statue is reputed to be one of only three memorials in the world dedicated to horses. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/city-hall_SAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/city-hall_SAT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/Townhall-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/Townhall-view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful, colonial City Hall, which is located on Market Square, was built between 1858 and 1862. The attractive clock tower was added in 1883 and proclaimed a national monument in 1973. Also in the Square is a replica of the Diaz Cross, donated by the Portuguese Government to commemorate the epic arrival of Bartholomew Diaz in Algoa Bay in 1488. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/shamwari2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/shamwari2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/ADDO_SAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/ADDO_SAT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/baviaanskloof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/baviaanskloof.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eastern Cape is a surprisingly good game-viewing destination with three national parks, and one provincial park. You could do day trips to Addo Elephant National Park, Shamwari, the Baviaanskloof. The Addo National Park, most famed for its elephants, has a huge variety of game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/hobie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/hobie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/sharks-pier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/sharks-pier.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/horse-riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/horse-riding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versatile Sardinia Bay, a Marine Reserve with miles of unspoilt coastline and crystal clear water, is excellent for diving, horse riding and scenic walks or hikes. Algoa Bay boasts 40 km of magnificent coast-line and protected beaches, complemented by a perfect combination of warm water, calm sea and fair breezes. These beaches include King's Beach, Humewood Beach, Hobie Beach, Pollock Beach, Brighton Beach, Bluewater Bay, St George's Strand and Wells Estate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/OCEANARIUM2_SAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/OCEANARIUM2_SAT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayworld offers a "must see" attraction of daily seal and dolphin shows, fish feeding and the interesting, educational Oceanarium and Snake Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/1600/the-boardwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/2179/320/the-boardwalk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boardwalk Casino and Entertainment World has been designed to be a Âmust seeÂ attraction with a full mix of family fun, entertainment, shopping, dining and gaming. Located in Summerstrand, the complex is set around a series of man-made lakes and beautiful gardens lit by 40 000 Tivoli lights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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