<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:29:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Red Boots</title><description>I dream about owls, good books, dreamy music, fields of flowers, vintage clothes, travel, old maps, foggy days, night skies, and everything inbetween.  As well as my red boots.</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-7321118276703781598</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T22:00:00.355Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lists</category><title>This Morning...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I wrote myself a list of tasks I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I didn't do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-7321118276703781598?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-4430721813812292753</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T15:58:11.349Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><title>Dear 16 Year Old Naomi...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I think you might just love today's Dear 16 Year Old Me letter, from Naomi from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rockstar Diaries&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwvSVqWp40I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tSUbGgXZkmU/s1600/naomigrownup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwvSVqWp40I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tSUbGgXZkmU/s320/naomigrownup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407647047176807234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Grown up Naomi}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwwCVQHt2LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EqebqNkr-pw/s1600/naomiage16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwwCVQHt2LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EqebqNkr-pw/s320/naomiage16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407699816692963506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Naomi aged 16} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear 16 year old Naomi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to wear your retainer more, otherwise your 23 year old self with surely regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't pluck eternity out of your eye brows, I know it seems to be the trend right now, but fuller eye brows will always be better. Especially on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your family is there for you, even if you don't think so.  So treat them kindly, with love and respect. They'll be there through it all, even when others aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep working hard in school and in your dancing -- a little bird told me you just might get in to your &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.juilliard.edu/"&gt;dream school&lt;/a&gt; if you keep up the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're going to have the greatest group of girlfriends who are doing exceptional things with their lives in just a few years when you move to NYC, so don't worry about the catty girls that you're not fitting in with right now. Seriously, they aren't worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not waste your time on boys who won't be going to college or doing anything with their life post college. If only you could see them now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you think your dream man will show up once you turn 27 or 28, but he actually shows up much much sooner -- so start prepping -- so you're ready for the rockstar man when you meet him because you somehow hit the jackpot, there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, just be confident in you. You have a lot to look forward to over the next few years -- don't take any of it for granted. Live, thank your Father in Heaven each day, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your 23 year old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naomi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More letters from some fantastic bloggers will follow this week - if you can't wait then you  can find more Dear 16 Year Old Me letters &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/search/label/Dear%2016%20Year%20Old%20Me"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And remember, if you want to be included here then please e-mail your letter to red.boots{at}hotmail.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-4430721813812292753?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-naomi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwvSVqWp40I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tSUbGgXZkmU/s72-c/naomigrownup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-6958604628591453568</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T16:50:25.965Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><title>Dear 16 year old Maddy...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddy from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.madelineelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madeline Elle&lt;/a&gt; is sharing her letter to her 16 year old self today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqmW3KWuMI/AAAAAAAAAco/cTsCWviYkvw/s1600/maddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqmW3KWuMI/AAAAAAAAAco/cTsCWviYkvw/s320/maddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407317214306416834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(16 year old Maddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear 16 year old Maddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;I know you enjoy being outspoken but in time you'll learn to keep your emotions more under control. People will respect you more and it will be a wonderful feeling. It makes me sad how much I've realized that a lot of your beliefs about politics and the world will be changed now, but the fervor you have will not vanish with time, you'll simply become more aware of what's really going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;You will not get into the University of Florida, twice in one year. Going to Florida State will be a great experience for you, however. You will lose touch with important people (extremely important people), get screwed over immensely by "friends" and be very hurt. You will realize how much stronger and level-headed this makes you, but it will take some time and some pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from this, you WILL meet a wonderful, caring young man who loves you just how you are, and wants nothing more than to keep you safe and happy. You will live with this boy by the time you are 19, and Mom and Dad will be okay with it. You will also be done with college by the time you are 20, so keep taking those AP classes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;Learn how to take good care of Roxy and Lady, because you'll need the knowledge eventually. Also, pay attention to Mom's decorating skills, you will appreciate her talent and interest in antiques much more when you are older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;Take an interest in budgeting your money and saving it well, it WILL help you in the future. It doesn't have to be a strong interest, just try and learn what's right and what's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;And most important of all, keep your head up! There's so many more adventures to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;20 year old Maddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking part &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.madelineelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maddy&lt;/a&gt;! I'm ooking forward to hearing about your future adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to take part too e-mail me on red.boots{at}hotmail.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-6958604628591453568?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-maddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s72-c/dear16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-148942560736604459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T15:05:12.299Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>polaroids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things.</category><title>Things That Made Me Smile...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...this weekend (even if it was too wet and windy for words):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job in the cutest little cinema known to man, and met some wonderful new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was the sweetest - on my first day at work he made up my lunchbox, even putting in my favourite chocolate, and then he walked me to work in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some amazing Dear 16 Year Old Me Letters from some lovely bloggers, which I aim to post in the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://alyandclint.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-aly.html"&gt;Aly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://maggisaar.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-maggi.html"&gt;Maggi&lt;/a&gt; posted some very touching Dear 16 Year Old Me letters on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all of that, I found some polaroids of autumn in Edinburgh that I took a few weeks ago and thought I'd lost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqjtY4P7BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_AT-lQtkk1Q/s1600/edinburghgood+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqjtY4P7BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_AT-lQtkk1Q/s320/edinburghgood+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407314302779517970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqjtL2RkjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0lMRjnVMqJk/s1600/edinburghgood+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqjtL2RkjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0lMRjnVMqJk/s320/edinburghgood+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407314299281576498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Swqiu6ydriI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u0kpHisidRc/s1600/edinburghgood+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Swqiu6ydriI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u0kpHisidRc/s320/edinburghgood+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407313229550300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're not my finest moment: me and little Polaroid are still getting to grips with each other, but they still make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Edinburgh doesn't look like this anymore - it's all wind and weather beaten.  But I like the harsh weather: time for heavy coats, mittens, scarves and hot tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-148942560736604459?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-made-me-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwqjtY4P7BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_AT-lQtkk1Q/s72-c/edinburghgood+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-9052857782346800475</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T11:00:03.099Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><title>Dear 16 Year Old Rhianne...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So exciting - today Rhianne from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.fortheeasilydistracted.blogspot.com/"&gt;For the Easily Distracted...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is sharing her letter to her 16 year old self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsV-ulXps74/SuBMnHv9tSI/AAAAAAAABKk/WtL35gbokHg/s1600/I%2Bam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsV-ulXps74/SuBMnHv9tSI/AAAAAAAABKk/WtL35gbokHg/s1600/I%2Bam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Grown up Rhianne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 16 year old Rhianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I feel like I barely remember the worries that you have anymore but I think this is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I’m afraid to say that you won’t keep in contact with many people from high school but that’s ok because you will meet lots of amazing, wonderful new friends (from all over the world it seems… I still can’t believe this myself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You made the right choice with College – I know that worried you but I promise you, you will meet someone amazing there and even though he is the coolest guy in college, he won’t be seeing nerdy little Rhianne from High School, in fact he fancies you too and don’t worry when you first talk to him he will be as nervous as you and won't remember much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I think you know what you want to do and even though you have to fight and work hard for it – you will do it (Ignore your college art teacher. Seriously.) and you will love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I’m so incredibly excited for you, your future is bright! I wish I remembered more so please, for me, enjoy every day because before you know, it will be a fond memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You will make the right choices, believe in yourself and definitely believe in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Lots of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24 year old Rhianne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; P.S. If you think you have a few white hairs now, then wait for 8 years time. Oh and you don’t have a puppy yet (I’m really sorry!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.fortheeasilydistracted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhianne&lt;/a&gt;, this is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see your letter here please e-mail it to red.boots{at}hotmail.co.uk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-9052857782346800475?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-rhianne.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s72-c/dear16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-8710772015072305308</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T11:57:20.271Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><title>Dear 16 Year Old Connie...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited about the response to my Dear 16 Year Old Me letter.  It seems it struck a chord with so many of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was excited to open my e-mail today, and find a Dear 16 Year Old Me letter from my old friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://allaboutconnie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwUxalCEqgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9PZK3eFpseA/s1600/connie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwUxalCEqgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9PZK3eFpseA/s320/connie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405781260415314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(30 Year Old Connie - sorry Connie, I unashamedly stole this off of your Facebook page!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear 16 year old Connie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going through so much right now, and believe me then I say every teenager is. But you can also be sure that your life will turn out fantastic, of course there will be ups and downs, but mostly ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want, and not necessarily what everyone expects from you, go in your own direction, thats usually when you find the best friends, whom you can trust and from whom you can learn a lot. You will discover that not everyone should be trusted, so go with your instincts since they are usually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to tell you that your boobs aren't getting much bigger, so stop obsessing about it, and start appreciating you nice long legs instead ;o) When it comes to guys, luckily not all them are breast people, another thing about guys forget those really good looking cool types, you will have a tendency to fall head over heels in love with them, and they usually never call back. But you will end up with a really nice guy, whom you in the beginning think is just for a short term, till you will be moving on, but he grows on you, and you will end up falling head over heels in love with him, and you will be marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the job department, you will not end up doing what you dreamed about, but you will end up loving your job, at least most of the times. Just remember to say stop when its not fun any longer. Thats a thing you have to learn, stop caring about what people think of you, and say no when you don't feel up to doing what people ask you. At age 30 you will still have a hard time, because you are trying to please everyone, but not nearly as bad as you used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy your life, it seems it always is getting better. Enjoy every moment, and enjoy the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love 30 year old Connie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Connie has just started her adventures in blogging, so please pop over to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://allaboutconnie.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and say hello to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: If you want to have your letter featured here please e-mail me on red.boots{at}hotmail.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-8710772015072305308?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-connie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s72-c/dear16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-2813791413802136574</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T20:01:07.295Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dear 16 Year Old Me</category><title>Dear 16 Year Old Me...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s1600/dear16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s320/dear16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405164863566708530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I've been thinking a lot lately about my younger days, and how much I've changed and grown in the past 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought a great deal about the choices I made and the things I did, and sometimes, looking back, I wish I had the hindsight and knowledge that I have now, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have got in touch with myself aged 16, this is what I would have had to say to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 16 year old Wendy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwLY8pd-PsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/m6efzm6AJ2E/s1600/wendyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwLY8pd-PsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/m6efzm6AJ2E/s320/wendyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405121039233334978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Me, aged 20, and my friend Line - the oldest photo of me I had to hand}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in turmoil, because you're so painfully shy, awkward and lacking in confidence, but trust me, in a few years time you will find your feet, discover who you really are, and be confident in yourself.  It will take time, with some set-backs along the way, but trust me, you will get there.  Although you are still a bit shy and a bit awkward at 28, it's nowhere near as bad as it used to be.  You'll never be the loudest person in the room, but that just isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know school is difficult because you want to be like everyone else, but never be afraid to say what's on your mind, or be different from everyone else.  You're unique, and although it will take you time to see that, it is your best asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will find your soul mate and your best friend rolled into one.  So don't waste time on those boys that don't treat you well, as attractive as they seem.  And always trust your instincts - trust me, they're always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends are there for life; some come and go.  Learn to hold on to the ones that count, and let go of the ones that don't.  Although it's hard to work out who your true friends are, you will learn and appreciate them every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, you will never figure out what you want to do when you grow up!  Just enjoy the journey and cherish every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;28 year old Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to write a letter to your 16 year old self?&lt;br /&gt;If so e-mail me your letter (and photo if you have one) to red{dot}boots{at}hotmail{dot}co{dot}uk&lt;br /&gt;and I'll publish it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-2813791413802136574?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-16-year-old-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwMAzj1Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uAA8RRsRSx0/s72-c/dear16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-6496108401010726483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T18:30:32.829Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Awards</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Q and A</category><title>Some Pretty Awesome Ladies...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...have given me some pretty awesome awards lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://mysparethoughtsscotland.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Spare Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; gave me two awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1Q_i52MCDc/SvxKRY-5XhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xs5-ihUEHps/s320/fabaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1Q_i52MCDc/SvxKRY-5XhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xs5-ihUEHps/s320/fabaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1Q_i52MCDc/SvxKpJZ-O5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/d98u7ws_7Ag/s320/overthetop.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1Q_i52MCDc/SvxKpJZ-O5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/d98u7ws_7Ag/s320/overthetop.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://faraiztoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt; also gave me this award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6JgH5YcJNI/SvgAHs5qGTI/AAAAAAAABZE/tGDxRbYRJqw/s400/Sugar%2Baward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6JgH5YcJNI/SvgAHs5qGTI/AAAAAAAABZE/tGDxRbYRJqw/s400/Sugar%2Baward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN - &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://girlwiththegoldentouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl With The Golden Touch&lt;/a&gt; awarded me this little lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNLGzqA_rr8/SwAjXaTaE7I/AAAAAAAABdo/KLshkdPAv9o/s400/blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNLGzqA_rr8/SwAjXaTaE7I/AAAAAAAABdo/KLshkdPAv9o/s400/blog_award.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed (in very much a good way) - like all my birthday's and Christmas's have come at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't deserve these awards, because I'm going to be lazy and just share some random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot get enough of pomegranates at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'd really really like a job before the year is out.  I've applied for so many jobs in the past few months, and not got anywhere, so I hope my luck will change soon.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a near photographic memory for faces.  Not names.  Just faces.  Most of the time I pretend I don't though so that I don't look like a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sufjan Stevens still hasn't accepted my invitation to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-very-much-like-it.html"&gt;come round for a cup of tea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. I've love to live in New Zealand one day.&lt;br /&gt;6.  We drank beer, ate pizza and played "Operation" on Saturday night with friends - I think that officially makes us losers!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I lost miserably at "Operation" - my excuse was I never played it when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;8. The reality was I'm just rubbish at it.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'd really like a gingerbread spiced latte but I can't bring myself to go into Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'd love to take a photography class - I've promised myself that once I get a job I'm going to go to enrol in a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to award the Your Blog is Fabulous to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://mynameisyeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Name is Yeh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://urbaniche.blogspot.com/"&gt;UrbaNiche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Over The Top Blog Award (in a very good way) goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://jessicaleighlalou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica Leigh La Lou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://ohmissyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh Missy Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sugar Doll Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://auburnstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Auburn Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.ruth-writes.com/"&gt;Ruth Writes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the I Think You Are an Awesome Girl Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://the-childlike-empress.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Childlike Empress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://theperfectcompilationtape.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Perfect Compilation Tape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are blogs that I've found recently and adore, so do pop over and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-6496108401010726483?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-pretty-awesome-ladies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1Q_i52MCDc/SvxKRY-5XhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xs5-ihUEHps/s72-c/fabaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-6869916718635940391</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T13:56:36.619Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><title>A Birthday Treat...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...for my birthday, Boyfriend was a total sweetheart, and bought me a ticket to see the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flaminglips.com/"&gt;Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favourite favourite bands) live in Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting in anticipation for nearly two months for the gig, so last night, full of excitement finally off we travelled to Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not disappoint, the Flaming Lips were complete and utter magic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU94t-7mI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ObIZNgm9WP0/s1600/lips8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU94t-7mI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ObIZNgm9WP0/s320/lips8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694449995312738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU9WKYsaI/AAAAAAAAAag/5msrv0W_Y2U/s1600/lips6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU9WKYsaI/AAAAAAAAAag/5msrv0W_Y2U/s320/lips6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694440719200674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzlOfqiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JAbOitQw0ic/s1600/lips4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzlOfqiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JAbOitQw0ic/s320/lips4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694272964274722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU9iQKKdI/AAAAAAAAAao/l458vIMZNks/s1600/lips7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU9iQKKdI/AAAAAAAAAao/l458vIMZNks/s320/lips7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694443964639698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFYmwYYP_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GNK-M18Hs-Y/s1600/lips9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFYmwYYP_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GNK-M18Hs-Y/s320/lips9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698450666733554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzMXqvUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UzF2sHDc-wA/s1600/lips2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzMXqvUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UzF2sHDc-wA/s320/lips2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694266291862850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFW2oxvIAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/J4QpAewuAG4/s1600/lips1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFW2oxvIAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/J4QpAewuAG4/s320/lips1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696524480258050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzLfD63I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0WEEzs9UNas/s1600/lips3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFUzLfD63I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0WEEzs9UNas/s320/lips3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694266054437746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Boyfriend I was a lot in love with Wayne Coyne.  He was kind of ok with that - he knows I love him more - well, most of the time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get a chance to go see them then do, you won't be disappointed - so so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the photos I took weren't so good - sometimes it's not very useful being little, so I borrowed these photos from the same gig found on Flickr - &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/donkeyjacket45/"&gt;donkeyjacket45&lt;/a&gt;(first four photos) and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/_mdj_/"&gt;mdj&lt;/a&gt; (last four photos).  I took some videos - if they work out I'll post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-6869916718635940391?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-treat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SwFU94t-7mI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ObIZNgm9WP0/s72-c/lips8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3006247466445978648</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T12:32:07.499Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rememberance</category><title>Remember...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...the brave who have fought, and those souls who have fought and fallen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/924319/nature_flowers_red_sky_storm_red_roses_dark_sky-005d16c254af674c3699209592e8f335_h_large.jpg?1257165147"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/924319/nature_flowers_red_sky_storm_red_roses_dark_sky-005d16c254af674c3699209592e8f335_h_large.jpg?1257165147" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3006247466445978648?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-8559760836712938086</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T11:17:00.086Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photos</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>magic</category><title>The Highlands Part 2...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I want to live here one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svqbft-TEpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RtQYLooVfFw/s1600-h/100_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svqbft-TEpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RtQYLooVfFw/s320/100_2580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801672203473554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbfRNDqSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UaztoKVRQy8/s1600-h/100_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbfRNDqSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UaztoKVRQy8/s320/100_2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801664480749858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; mum and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbfPOLZTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uziOQhANdwA/s1600-h/100_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbfPOLZTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uziOQhANdwA/s320/100_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801663948580146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mum and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbejVF2dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sStPHTMARZc/s1600-h/100_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvqbejVF2dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sStPHTMARZc/s320/100_2582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801652166416850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was a magical day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new dentist gave me free dental treatment even though I'm really supposed to pay.&lt;br /&gt;I thrifted a cute tapestry (photos to follow).&lt;br /&gt;I met a man who is going to give me free training to allow me to teach kids.  So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;I shamed the lady that in May wouldn't give me a job as she didn't think I was up to it: I proved to her I was more than up to it and that she'd made a big mistake in not hiring me.  Her face showed it all.  I love proving people wrong when they have made pre-conceived ideas about you.&lt;br /&gt;I met boyfriend after he finished work and we walked home together, hand in hand.  There is something quite special about an Edinburgh evening in mid-November - the city takes on a whole new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also going to be magical - I'm off out to take photos on my holga for the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://fortheeasilydistracted.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-photo-swap.html"&gt;photoswap&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-8559760836712938086?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/highlands-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svqbft-TEpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RtQYLooVfFw/s72-c/100_2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-8642022836546373636</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T14:31:46.299Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><title>I Completely Missed...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Guy Fawkes Night on Thursday night - the only drawback of being in a lodge in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit gutted: it's one of my favourite nights of the year, so in homage I thought I'd put some pictures up - a sort of pretend bonfire night if you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvgmNsyMWXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GZEir4TWFbw/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvgmNsyMWXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GZEir4TWFbw/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402109769832749426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvgmN3mwfBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RUMJNl9eqLc/s1600-h/sparklers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvgmN3mwfBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RUMJNl9eqLc/s320/sparklers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402109772737575954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night"&gt;Guy Fawkes Night&lt;/a&gt;, to American readers, is held every year on the 5th November - to remember the capture of Guy Fawkes, who in the 17th century tried to blow up the Houses of Parliment in London.  It's celebrated with fireworks - every town will have an organised firework display - so magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn something new every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I missed this year's. next year I will have to celebrate with extra fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;{images from weheartit.com}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-8642022836546373636?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-completely-missed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvgmNsyMWXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GZEir4TWFbw/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-1011500307504579505</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T10:50:34.405Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Scotland</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photos</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>I Was A Bit Naughty...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and didn't tell you where I was on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went up to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.rothiemurchus.net/"&gt;Rothiemurchus&lt;/a&gt;, near Aviemore, in the Scottish Highlands, to spend some time with my parents (because, like my previous post, they are awesome), and my sister, brother-in-law and two nieces.  It was a real family affair - we all stayed in a lodge that my parents rent every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have always lived far from my family from the age of 17 onwards, I feel really lucky to spend holidays with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky to have glorious sunshine the whole time, so we made the most of the weather: every night my cheeks were rosy and my legs ached from walking in stunning autumnal scenery, and I have never slept so well in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favourite photos from The Highlands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfymumOMKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ibke1kX9BVA/s1600-h/100_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfymumOMKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ibke1kX9BVA/s320/100_2475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053025211494562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfynE0DOfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ha7Nv4s_MCk/s1600-h/100_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfynE0DOfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ha7Nv4s_MCk/s320/100_2515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053031175076338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My youngest neice after feeding the ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svfym4ntCEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EjXv8K-EHtQ/s1600-h/100_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svfym4ntCEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EjXv8K-EHtQ/s320/100_2498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053027902064706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfyniQVyuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/l0wZoolxLIM/s1600-h/100_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfyniQVyuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/l0wZoolxLIM/s320/100_2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053039078361826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfynSsrrWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cX1fuCyZDxI/s1600-h/100_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfynSsrrWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cX1fuCyZDxI/s320/100_2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053034902269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I liked the symmetry of these three photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfzZvzGlZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yMYp-GXG1ao/s1600-h/100_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfzZvzGlZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yMYp-GXG1ao/s320/100_2577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053901707285906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfzZcz_7JI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8F-ltpFI4W0/s1600-h/100_2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfzZcz_7JI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8F-ltpFI4W0/s320/100_2574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402053896610770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to come: I took so many photographs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-1011500307504579505?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-bit-naughty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SvfymumOMKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ibke1kX9BVA/s72-c/100_2475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-6823609522682031203</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T17:23:41.128Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blogging</category><title>Diamond In The Rough</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theroughdiamonds.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/newbanner5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 920px; height: 180px;" src="http://theroughdiamonds.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/newbanner5-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://fortheeasilydistracted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhianne&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://theroughdiamonds.wordpress.com/"&gt;Diamond In The Rough&lt;/a&gt; team, I've been featured on the Diamond In The Rough website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting to take part, and I must thank Rhianne for the lovely write-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find my interview &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://theroughdiamonds.wordpress.com/2009/11/04/gather-round-and-meet-red-boots-3/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and my guest post &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://theroughdiamonds.wordpress.com/2009/11/04/in-my-world-2/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-6823609522682031203?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/diamond-in-rough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-1847569658621637488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T20:44:04.220Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite People</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>I'm Back!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, I'm back from my holidays, and raring to catch up with all of your blogs.  I'm also looking forward to welcoming my new readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've all had a great week.  Me?  I've had a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one was spent north, in Aberdeen.  Boyfriend and I used to live there - it was where we met - and all of our friends and Boyfriend's family live there, so we had great fun catching up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on my list was my old university friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://whitewineinthecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lyndsay&lt;/a&gt; - we caught up over a fair few gins and wines in the best pub in the world.  No photos am afraid, we hadn't seen each other in ages, so there was far too much gossiping and drinking going on to even think about photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with some of my other favourite Aberdeen ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svb7BX0mh-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/AQRq4UGHI48/s1600-h/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svb7BX0mh-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/AQRq4UGHI48/s400/city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780804070574050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more gossiping and good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the company of good friends.   I miss them all lots, but now that I'm living in Edinburgh, as opposed to the south coast of England I get to see them all a lots more often, which makes me a very happy Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two of my holidays will follow tomorrow, but I'll give you a little sneak peak as to where I was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svb77OknPbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/T1a-NwdBvgM/s1600-h/100_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svb77OknPbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/T1a-NwdBvgM/s400/100_2447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401781798020005298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-1847569658621637488?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Svb7BX0mh-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/AQRq4UGHI48/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3274561392309727286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T09:00:50.314Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blogging</category><title>Dearest Bloggers...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Surx6dbDs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/jQzOvCNIvL0/s1600-h/postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Surx6dbDs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/jQzOvCNIvL0/s400/postcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398393089989784498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3274561392309727286?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/11/dearest-bloggers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Surx6dbDs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/jQzOvCNIvL0/s72-c/postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-7285712335762584091</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T13:31:16.017Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Giveaway</category><title>The Internet...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...can be really lovely sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/"&gt;My Parents Were Awesome&lt;/a&gt; is full of photos that readers have submitted, showing their parents when they were younger, looking cooler than cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/photo/1280/225584152/1/tumblr_krqvfptX0S1qa2fy3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 231px;" src="http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/photo/1280/225584152/1/tumblr_krqvfptX0S1qa2fy3" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krqup5h0c21qa2fy3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 351px;" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krqup5h0c21qa2fy3o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krwchc578y1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 260px;" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krwchc578y1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krqu48tOuy1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 292px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krqu48tOuy1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely one of the sweetest things on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always forget that way before my parents started a family, my mum had the most amazing beehive, and my dad took part in protest marches - I should dig out photos - my parents were, and still are, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lovely things on the internet, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://monamayi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paulina&lt;/a&gt; is hosting the internet's sweetest &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://monamayi.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.  Pop on over and enter, why don't you!  You can enter &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://monamayi.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-7285712335762584091?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/internet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-1961721476459129605</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T15:38:39.527Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Giveaway</category><title>Giveaway Winner!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who entered the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebratory-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt; - I wish I could give a prize to you all!  In the end there could only be one winner, so drumroll please for the giveaway winner announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1170aa6e1565fca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCbMjTsyGpiiX9zRQNgkYGY4AfDp_g8HNbY654MZcMVc9YAy-j1rYhGoEPCqwYquPcacAenjPvMHSeVgCMRCofo7pTzmDR0-CVQJIGiXAUI78iIMO9852vFQ-KrjrLE6QPYsuRKON5Scy-2TzIeq9O0hB_6XlaZhCh85GRU886A77VwwBP8epR-Z8QVMFbi0gxIEoA2igGnD0YnJdra0OFq%26sigh%3D4Gwww8LxHVwNlEuZcWDdXvgaCvg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1170aa6e1565fca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6JpZHV-ov-qh8XBx7n30BxlloZw&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCbMjTsyGpiiX9zRQNgkYGY4AfDp_g8HNbY654MZcMVc9YAy-j1rYhGoEPCqwYquPcacAenjPvMHSeVgCMRCofo7pTzmDR0-CVQJIGiXAUI78iIMO9852vFQ-KrjrLE6QPYsuRKON5Scy-2TzIeq9O0hB_6XlaZhCh85GRU886A77VwwBP8epR-Z8QVMFbi0gxIEoA2igGnD0YnJdra0OFq%26sigh%3D4Gwww8LxHVwNlEuZcWDdXvgaCvg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1170aa6e1565fca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6JpZHV-ov-qh8XBx7n30BxlloZw&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* In case you need a translation from Scottish to English: the winner is &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://mynameisyeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yeh, Molly&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://mynameisyeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yeh, Molly&lt;/a&gt; - you've won the Belle &amp;amp; Boo postcards!  Please can you e-mail me your address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-1961721476459129605?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway-winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3807473582278574531</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T18:11:11.203Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food glorious food</category><title>Warming Our Cockles...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...last night was cold, wet and windy, and all boyfriend and I wanted to do was close the curtains, fire up the heating, and huddle up on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We found it wasn't quite enough to keep warm, so we made fiery hot chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/1897402687_eae7084526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 366px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/1897402687_eae7084526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Image from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/a&gt; - we drank ours too quick to get photos...!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You Need:     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200ml milk&lt;br /&gt;15g orange peel&lt;br /&gt;15g powdered hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2g chilli flakes&lt;div class="column1 ingredientList"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="column2 ingredientList"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div class="clearFloatBoth"&gt;&lt;!-- clearing float --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peeling the rind off an orange and place it in a saucepan with 200ml milk and a pinch of chilli flakes.&lt;br /&gt;Bring to the boil, then remove the pan from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Allow the flavours to infuse for at least 5 minutes, then whisk in 3 teaspoons of powdered hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Return to the hob to warm through and pour through a sieve to serve.&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with orange slices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really warmed our cockles, but be warned - go easy on the chilli!  Even a little gives quite a kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: don't forget to enter the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebratory-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;pps: for US readers - hot chocolate translates as cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3807473582278574531?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/warming-our-cockles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-1892170061849430332</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T16:10:32.181+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Giveaway</category><title>Celebratory Giveaway!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-me-smile-today-2.html"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/a&gt; was my 100th blogger post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are 50 of you out there that follow my little blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you know that I think you're all super, and to reward you for sticking by me while I find my blogging feet, I'm having a bit of a giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winner will receive a set of four &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://belleandboo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Boo&lt;/a&gt; postcards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St8jZAyjgjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/drO13RgzjnE/s1600-h/bellegiveaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St8jZAyjgjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/drO13RgzjnE/s320/bellegiveaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069791228887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of other special little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter all you have to do is leave a comment below, by 10am (GMT) on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 28th October&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be a follower to enter, or jump through hoops, or do anything else - just leave a comment! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there might be another special little giveaway coming up soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-1892170061849430332?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebratory-giveaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St8jZAyjgjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/drO13RgzjnE/s72-c/bellegiveaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3839167237683512844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T13:44:02.956+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><title>Making Me Smile Today #2</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been really sure how I feel about pugs (Cute?  Repugnant? [pun intended!]), but then I found these photos on Flickr today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2360558695_fb379b00c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2360558695_fb379b00c7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2360558649_50a61c8b1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2360558649_50a61c8b1e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Photos &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ann-dabney/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And perhaps I fell a little bit in love.  And partly I wished I could borrow someone's pug for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily (our parrot) would totally boss a pug around though.  She already winds up boyfriend's parent's rotweiller cross by taunting it with words, so who knows what she'd do to a little dog!  Especially a little dog dressed as a flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I've just realised - this is my 100th post - thanks for sticking with me!&lt;br /&gt;pps: I might do something special in honour of this - watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3839167237683512844?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-me-smile-today-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3497434986673631009</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T13:17:49.467+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><title>Super Excited...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt; has put up excerpts from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.myspace.com/devendrabanhart"&gt;Devendra Banhart's&lt;/a&gt; new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pleases me very much.  I do have a soft spot for Devendra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St2ohppuZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/lVERfhW2nhs/s1600-h/1devendra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St2ohppuZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/lVERfhW2nhs/s320/1devendra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653224729733106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sufjan is still my &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-very-much-like-it.html"&gt;first love&lt;/a&gt; though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the excerpts from Devendra's album &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/oct/19/devendra-banhart"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I've been listening to it all day - I seriously cannot wait til it is released next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm sorry - I don't know if the player will work outside of the UK :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3497434986673631009?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-excited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/St2ohppuZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/lVERfhW2nhs/s72-c/1devendra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-7806551620158420244</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T14:20:57.469+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photos</category><title>So I Found A Cable...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...that connects my phone to my computer, and for the first time ever I've been able to transfer all my phone photos over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here goes a year in (poor quality camera phone) photos, by me:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Stxjj1JgcPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TAELik8PDTM/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Stxjj1JgcPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TAELik8PDTM/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295920896536818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Wii kindly informing me that I am not ageing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjjpgmsuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3LgCZoEHgqQ/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjjpgmsuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3LgCZoEHgqQ/s320/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295917772190434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last year's haircut.  I quite like this, I might go for this again when the terrible fringe grows out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjlLcbryI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mALUzsEp7e0/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjlLcbryI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mALUzsEp7e0/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295944061366050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The light up bluetits I brought home one day.  I love them.  Boyfriend was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjkoAMPlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PtQkq47GRWU/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjkoAMPlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PtQkq47GRWU/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295934547672658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bulletin board at my old work.  I couldn't think of a challenging part-time job to make use of a Brazillian lady's skills, so I didn't reply I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjkT8s5NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wD-h9IGGhG8/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxjkT8s5NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wD-h9IGGhG8/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295929164326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The strange shop I used to pass every day in Southampton.  I never bought anything there.  Dayglo green isn't quite my colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlC9KpWYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/McLyGQNITXU/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlC9KpWYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/McLyGQNITXU/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394297555136371074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could never work as a receptionist for this association - I'd stumble over my words and say the wrongest thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlCvzgNOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2gPydPHns90/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlCvzgNOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2gPydPHns90/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394297551549641954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready for Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlB3tq8sI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O2j0VcTUYa4/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlB3tq8sI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O2j0VcTUYa4/s320/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394297536492794562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What it looks like when you find a new place to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlBc41sfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lEEWcVTikCM/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxlBc41sfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lEEWcVTikCM/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394297529291878898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proof that parrots blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Stxmp2xFutI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lmPAS-LLews/s1600-h/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Stxmp2xFutI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lmPAS-LLews/s320/DSC00352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394299322945092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Wendy method of cleaning the bathroom: a dress, welly boots, and rubber gloves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patent pending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmrMbwW0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/q_SKfra_SLU/s1600-h/DSC00318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmrMbwW0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/q_SKfra_SLU/s320/DSC00318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394299345941060418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How we celebrate friends birthdays via long distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmqewIKCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Rp9vwO4gwVw/s1600-h/DSC00448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmqewIKCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Rp9vwO4gwVw/s320/DSC00448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394299333678475298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kitler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmpDm5BlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wc5UzgfUwK8/s1600-h/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/StxmpDm5BlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wc5UzgfUwK8/s320/DSC00298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394299309212108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we do face masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough photos now.  Are you bored yet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-7806551620158420244?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-found-cable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/Stxjj1JgcPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TAELik8PDTM/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-3816590823739871737</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T11:08:42.568+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dreams dreams dreams</category><title>I'd Very Much Like It...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...if the beautiful Sufjan Stevens turned up on my doorstep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEcqpFvqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZLLzf3lo21k/s1600-h/sufjan-stevens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEcqpFvqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZLLzf3lo21k/s320/sufjan-stevens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393135813049826978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEbgaEIGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/T1MU2kqLgZk/s1600-h/Sufjan-Quilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEbgaEIGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/T1MU2kqLgZk/s320/Sufjan-Quilty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393135793122582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEcITt7qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pw09qZ9nXto/s1600-h/sufjan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEcITt7qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pw09qZ9nXto/s320/sufjan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393135803833380514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and sang his beautiful songs to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4tkiGvV_ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4tkiGvV_ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the happiest girl in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: Dale, I still love you more than Sufjan.  Especially when you bring chocolate home for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-3816590823739871737?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-very-much-like-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWR2AO6lKqI/SthEcqpFvqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZLLzf3lo21k/s72-c/sufjan-stevens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068771970251909118.post-571376353138026508</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T19:18:10.833+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite things</category><title>Lazy Days...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2222/2542535661_5773b13b00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2222/2542535661_5773b13b00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Boyfriend had the day off work today so we've had a lazy day together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long lies&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;br /&gt;Cooking a vat of hearty chilli&lt;br /&gt;Battening down the hatches in preparation for colder times&lt;br /&gt;Planning trips away&lt;br /&gt;Planning for our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a good day - anticipation is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo had nothing to do with this post - I just liked it.  Found &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7981815@N05/2542535661/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068771970251909118-571376353138026508?l=red-boots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://red-boots.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red Boots)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item></channel></rss>