<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103</id><updated>2026-06-05T12:22:22.688+02:00</updated><category term="salsa"/><category term="Salsa Croatia"/><category term="bba"/><category term="koan"/><category term="pilane"/><category term="cat"/><category term="chrismas"/><category term="drinks"/><category term="grief"/><category term="lagotto"/><category term="photo"/><category term="renarcotization"/><category term="rioja"/><category term="wine"/><title type='text'>Bettina&#39;s Backyard Babies</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts and cats in poor English</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4910638323036225298</id><published>2026-02-28T08:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2026-02-28T09:05:47.287+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renarcotization"/><title type='text'>Watch out for renarcotization!</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I thought I had lost her! 😱😢Watch out for renarcotization! You cat might die!&amp;nbsp;One of my ferals cats got neutered this Monday. I brought her home in a warm car. I put the carrier at the warm floor in the hall while making her bed/den nice. I lifted the carrier to her room and let her rest in the carrier. She was very calm - I thought she slept.&amp;nbsp;She had had problems with breathing</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2026/02/watch-out-for-renarcotization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4910638323036225298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4910638323036225298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2026/02/watch-out-for-renarcotization.html' title='Watch out for renarcotization!'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJxgJOD4yh5v1xdsB3OyZRKZe2qiBS6Z5KsEKW4enzx-lrpj59bgVRr9ecCbmzu8mxJYaKRBfTR_RIFr6uErtmRIL2Q-ozLtxOYAvE1g_MpPTtFR2ZMD53UfXsI_1t_D-AVu4tH9xdTqZKT8LnHZmdZLYX3Bxu4u4BF1GWkKvimAhps7OM5KAprYYcrQ/s72-c/00a31c30-f3cb-4b16-944f-bfad59caa042.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-1739822678888751989</id><published>2015-06-11T20:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T20:37:05.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not call the devil his true name? About sugar addiction.</title><summary type="text">When people are craving amphetamine - we do &amp;nbsp;say the are amphetamine addictive though its the dopamin they crave. We do not say they are &quot;reward addicted&quot;.When people are training addictives we say they are training addictives even if they are dopamine, endoprhine and perhaps oxytocine addictive. We do not say they are &quot;reward addicted&quot;.When people are addicted by alcohol we say the are </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/06/why-not-call-devil-his-true-name-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/1739822678888751989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/1739822678888751989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/06/why-not-call-devil-his-true-name-about.html' title='Why not call the devil his true name? About sugar addiction.'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-9011608992415193047</id><published>2015-04-20T17:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-05-04T17:55:02.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in Dubai - JBR beach</title><summary type="text">I woke up 5:30 and aimed for Jumeira Beach Residence. It was still dark.



6:30 I swam out in the Gulf for my first long distance swim in open sea ever. After 400 meters warm up to the closest buoy we started swimming for real. We were supposed to do sprints but I must confess I had problem with the stream and keeping the direction. Anyhow I soon fell into a motion and rhythm I never had before.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/04/swimming-in-dubai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/9011608992415193047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/9011608992415193047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/04/swimming-in-dubai.html' title='Swimming in Dubai - JBR beach'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY13SSFGcaZJw_8BcBKvSDiP4rKu01YsJu8hpXi1I6G7MA4e35A8PSrBcDQTzsgVdwjMhSDETwKKM7d4hNqMKzwdFjaogur02QtXhzbMSPmDFto0Am3Fy0D9bFHld67fa5XW59BkofXUs/s72-c/blogger-image-1650848115.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-7381993481733559590</id><published>2015-02-09T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-02-09T11:51:43.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am when it comes to training - low carb high fat training</title><summary type="text">




I am a true gym junkie even if one cannot tell yet. Work, kids and bad sleep has made my fitness plan impossible to fulfill. Ever since kids arrived I have had endless of colds wintertime. I hope those days are over now....kids moving out, I am sleeping better and I eat much more food. On the other hand I am born 1961 one and the &quot;menopaus hormon game&quot; has started making my muscle growing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/02/who-i-am-when-it-comes-to-training-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/7381993481733559590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/7381993481733559590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/02/who-i-am-when-it-comes-to-training-low.html' title='Who I am when it comes to training - low carb high fat training'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSndXIyZ42ghRvldXBM15lmXW0-N9ayteb_JXTTd482oR6lbNrs9ShYJj6l6TzsikzNB0NemaABr4460XP2SpCBYI_icQfmou6EA0Bol7_gZuBJveKLa-JkJaEMNcpTCxYQlvnvo8Diw/s72-c/gym_dec_2014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-2821942505931361778</id><published>2015-02-07T13:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2015-02-14T11:35:52.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proteins needed when training both as carb eater and as low carb eater</title><summary type="text">The research below is done with “ordinary” food that is not Low Carb High Fat LCHF, 

With Low Carb High Fat I mean eating about 5-10% grams carbs per day, 18-25 % protein and fat for the rest. Many people who exercise&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a lot can go up to 100-120 grams of carbs still getting the advantages of low carb diet. I eat 10-50 grams of carbs and my body manage it very well. Some people eat up </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/02/proteins-needed-when-training-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2821942505931361778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2821942505931361778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2015/02/proteins-needed-when-training-and-on.html' title='Proteins needed when training both as carb eater and as low carb eater'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfktVz3b-bBwlDEJAwHniRM3alUzNfR-aA7TZr4GpEHKoquMNSi8Q3aCDjdtK5OFy9E0JdkWzwfCx51N_VHgbWIDVXFeCWPhF2l4f8z_YkvmRBrcCh5yfBodJ1yzyd0alPMNp39VHcr4/s72-c/diet.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4142578060937473968</id><published>2014-08-12T08:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2014-08-12T08:17:50.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Carb and shaping your body</title><summary type="text">



Three months between first and second image, 
not a single pound is lost during this time




Ellie Fredriksson had lost 23 kilos totally when the first images where taken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her weight was 110 kilo.Three months later the second image was shot. She hadn´t lost one single gram. She was not happy about that stagnation but felt clothes were getting bigger. The camera shows what the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2014/08/low-carb-and-shaping-your-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4142578060937473968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4142578060937473968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2014/08/low-carb-and-shaping-your-body.html' title='Low Carb and shaping your body'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyA8_wB9KDBSb8zgub-0Tz-vJyLOLw_LisjT3v5gAabbT_7DLwpKLkheEj4MvnfUDs1z9V8X5U9WNk823_N285IVsOUmjXF51HNdUCN__KtkL55nn_JWbX9rW6hg0NX83tX5nLLVVwvAM/s72-c/ellie_fredriksson.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-8367214575390771338</id><published>2013-03-14T21:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-28T20:21:04.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to - &quot;Low carb diets...the hidden truth&quot; by Anja Paskulin</title><summary type="text">


This is my response to Anja Paskulin PT, Nutrition Coach and her Facebook post Low carb diets...the hidden truth

I read this post a few days ago and got very upset since the message differs so much from my own experiences and the sources I have read for almost two years now. After today´s research I figured out that &amp;nbsp;Anja probably is discussing low-carb/high-protein diet. I am eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2013/03/response-to-low-carb-dietsthe-hidden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/8367214575390771338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/8367214575390771338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2013/03/response-to-low-carb-dietsthe-hidden.html' title='Response to - &quot;Low carb diets...the hidden truth&quot; by Anja Paskulin'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxfgnfF-ztdAuTB0VZBudAEejN3bHyNswuJOZpLJY7nM7sN0FYqn_hooJb9-fpwsBi44H4pS_C7k-k8gUwqB4vVmY8K90sr-cmZXNsiFsEemzqBUIoa2dfqa4lPDAAWJZ4gze5y7fAm9n/s72-c/lopband.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-6655076703887453694</id><published>2012-01-29T14:06:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:22:41.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We humans have (at least) three intellects</title><summary type="text">
We human beings have (at least) three intellects. The brain, the heart and the gut feeling. They are all individuals - they may argue. They may fight. They might make you feel like a war zone.

Men and sometimes even women may have a forth intellect. You may figure out where that one is placed for yourself *smiling*. I think we all sometimes have experienced the side effects of that intellect.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-humans-have-at-least-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6655076703887453694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6655076703887453694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-humans-have-at-least-three.html' title='We humans have (at least) three intellects'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYoqeGqHxvorPAdwcKVRbOTX0l5iJGajGim5NFm3PZh_aT_xCyqofJPWiIX7FCNIxHXSpwAVnprXCm4tAVYZUO0DWtwSQRv9q4p9SKcTmeFti5i4RCPywAc8nx3WxgmpnsaAfR6KHzqw/s72-c/IMG_2813.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-463256119346312020</id><published>2012-01-01T22:31:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:11:42.471+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rioja"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wine"/><title type='text'>The Rioja Wine Theory</title><summary type="text">At the very first day of&amp;nbsp; 2012 I am trying to summarize all new experiences and acquaintances I have learnt to know last year. I have met lots of awesome people both IRL and virtually. People giving me lots energy and knowledge both in business and private. 

Some of these acquaintances have been just like sparking wine – to be consume quite quickly. A sparkling wine cannot manage to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2012/01/rioja-wine-principle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/463256119346312020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/463256119346312020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2012/01/rioja-wine-principle.html' title='The Rioja Wine Theory'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTmtyIYBeMIz9Nq_jjYoWwbK6z4T4pumtFA7ejLYO2sZ7EE7sKyi_3ab1fYeLr6yUs0aPKAQEQwLyDW9Aw7HT8lRPhdfx1gOpLVUu2eDYepcrMOv65XQS8dukEoD1zI-FhkbmHTTj5Juo/s72-c/flaska_man.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-5324601053815904405</id><published>2011-12-19T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:13:51.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite barista won my heart today</title><summary type="text">My favourite coffe shop is right outside my home office. The coffe is great but not better than at other places. The best thing about this coffeshop is the barista....or whatever he deserves to be called.

Once upon a time I asked for a heart decoration on top of my cup but the barista failed utterly. Last week he did this attempt. 



To me it is a really beautiful garlic. On top of my coffee.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-favourite-barista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/5324601053815904405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/5324601053815904405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-favourite-barista.html' title='My favourite barista won my heart today'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUy1UgGdkp0Se2y8LorBvyrwKE8mm6xmAVGnu6k66_BnqnA4cGTT1GUaOLGMlHdV_8WCs-zolUO_iucDXXhI7ZBhZn69QoXAwHhOwnhBDYh2JVhR8vZVwZUZE91ufyGtwNEMK7pbO0luY/s72-c/garlic_coffee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-975615857475910053</id><published>2011-12-13T15:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:03:37.088+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salsa"/><title type='text'>Playing with light and shutterspeed</title><summary type="text">
In all these pictures I am experimenting with long exposure time and a short flashlight. It may look like double exposure but isn´t. It is fun and I find it very creative but it is hard since very often the motive moves out of the frame during the exposure time. When I succeed I find it catch the dance much better than ordinary flashlight pictures.


Bachata - a very close dance

Salsa is more </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/playing-with-light-and-shutterspeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/975615857475910053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/975615857475910053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/playing-with-light-and-shutterspeed.html' title='Playing with light and shutterspeed'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1laBjLxmE-1wBoh8_i9i6mJSCAoOWnQu7tR3OXZpaOl2G6nETyrLhM4qKEtdc4fJXCgEV1MCeVRNn3z75UU9enk4gzZSohOjlIPwEdc2suNjXHrvDyxpQWRqmyDLi9tiyr5MQtZhyqQ/s72-c/IMG_2567.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-6141999396055585027</id><published>2011-12-12T09:52:00.023+01:00</published><updated>2012-11-24T21:32:24.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition management - to get through the transit hall</title><summary type="text">

My bus was late to the railway station so I had to wait 25 minutes for the next one. I went to Espresso house to get a few quality minutes with myself this very depressing morning. I saw the train for Öresund leaving and I recalled one stupid memory - a hope of a meeting and a nice cup of coffee.

I need dreams to manage life right now. Dreams as escapism. Dreams as drivers &amp;amp; motivators. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/saying-goodbye-to-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6141999396055585027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6141999396055585027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/12/saying-goodbye-to-dream.html' title='Transition management - to get through the transit hall'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WF43gNmbR5tm3Er0Il39qalG0jSfwAnwdJnA-0bHmlYpRE753os0DD0H2iVAEWzg0VJQbopPNvzuEXU741P9MK0pfO8VPil4db5pBKR_1mWuLSPVdpSUjr8YHOGRgG30g2w5F9uF9ak/s72-c/photo-767200.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-6240064294419917989</id><published>2011-10-25T20:24:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:53:56.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sapiosexual?</title><summary type="text">
Are you easily  turned on by  other peoples intelligence? Do you get sexually attracted  by smart men  or women? You might be sapiosexual. Put your spectacles on and read now...

I learnt that word at Facebook this week and I saw that many more had the same intuitive interpretation as me&amp;nbsp; - but was it the right one? Today I looked that word up at Google and found a blog - Sapiosexual
&quot;I   </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-sapiosexual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6240064294419917989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6240064294419917989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-sapiosexual.html' title='Are you sapiosexual?'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuGT1_My_xIC6aTMCJpV-hBEPhN1Lfg2gWr79yX1tCoAoG2dcV47iQMfr44Z_-XYwbNqQOCudmEe-2me0AzwFo6Pg1Cr50RwlbJUekaxZqdzsALm3PPJ4iqY1ST81zIf_JOLebI2Etvk/s72-c/IMG_9770.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-2850264281342177242</id><published>2011-10-05T08:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:53:30.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant workplace and another tragedy</title><summary type="text">08:30 
This is extreme I know but I am working in my car at the motorway. Some where about 10 km away there is a truck on fire. Pew! Lots of business phone calls and some Powerpoints. Broadband modem is working once again - I&#39;ll send some mails soon.
It took me 3.5 hours to go to my office this morning. usually it takes no more than one hour. I arrived 11:30 and left for a business lunch at 12:30</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/10/distant-workplace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2850264281342177242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2850264281342177242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/10/distant-workplace.html' title='Distant workplace and another tragedy'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWw8VWgaQwPI0d-J3FDW4Yi2wO2Q12oE5jcn8xEZXG4TaH-tsC_ML75yAjqBtZ1OSa3bhF7iNJrCk5CuVAp2awjwKDWBQiRXblXZ7bCN-akOB6I8hpfUnr1YvYMVYVN_9b6aTtdAEGKw/s72-c/distant_workplace2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-2555033711846713560</id><published>2011-09-23T12:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:54:07.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn outdoor lunch</title><summary type="text">


My view while eating a shrimp salad wrapped up in a poncho. It was me that was wrapped up - not the salad ;)

This is the park right beside my home office. A great place to escape to for solicitude or some sun.

Alone at the office as so very often. Not bored this day however - plenty&amp;nbsp; to do and plenty phone calls. Some nice some stressy - but it happens things even if I am alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-outdoor-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2555033711846713560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/2555033711846713560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-outdoor-lunch.html' title='Autumn outdoor lunch'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8olsUbCYe_7IkbXpL892ZaFZ5l4DsKKGwEmfIHYb3-OS21R5VofmFCcTALzmPUrpmGHMWMt5l7TWLUCLpzXS_WFIfDXBK-sKLnOcyr2pCaSOiKpLSJ_ApQOPdBg1CdM3Hk4Pqmk2NPM/s72-c/uddevalla_park1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4175460277612815629</id><published>2011-09-14T19:16:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:46:00.107+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bba"/><title type='text'>The photographers dilemma</title><summary type="text">I have started to defeat the fact that I never am visible in photos since I always am the one carrying the camera. But it isn´t easy.


It gets too small ....




&amp;nbsp;or too dark....

it really badly cropped...

It gets out of focus...

or really really dark....

or the flash hits me in the cleavage...

Sometimes a lot of disturbing &quot;elements&quot; steal the show 
or a wacko mirror makes it really </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/photographers-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4175460277612815629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4175460277612815629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/photographers-dilemma.html' title='The photographers dilemma'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNFy9uwKbq6sMMNVbi7pWqWNj2RkV9T-R3aDe1ZQqqJ490GJvH9C2ybWMSRAGU3vwk8MpDrleRyTd3pYX9poWJRLaQqmro6tbXaCIbNrAOV7tiAC8q1g3Rg6z-CC-n4fxYjWM8di9q68/s72-c/IMG_4675.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-5571132339945663977</id><published>2011-09-13T15:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:33:19.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9 september - one year later</title><summary type="text">
Me an my oldest one was at the graveyard this Friday - on year after that accident. I didn´t cry neither did my daughter. Not that day. 

That grave yard always makes me feel welcomed. We counted to five persons we knew pretty well - all resting within 15 meters. But also the older parts of the grave yard feels friendly. I was thinking about buying a space for my family....it would be nice to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-september-one-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/5571132339945663977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/5571132339945663977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-september-one-year-later.html' title='9 september - one year later'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CU5PKedd2r3t1z04BGYEY2sasKxNrLudfeKautaHqGPBkltRAVxIsslgFpLJNzjgJxFP82ZfJbQgSr-wYirIFs0ee9dNjSbAZfZPlJLUJXLTGYxIVO-jEkI6BQdcjGECqmGxtIcMi5U/s72-c/IMG_1705.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-900253964430330358</id><published>2011-09-10T18:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:37:12.625+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bba"/><title type='text'>At the harbour - Rovinj</title><summary type="text">


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For the first time I ever we went for a conference - my team at work and the new boss 8my organization is pretty anorectic). We had two lovely days at a SPA at the coastline. Lots of fun &amp;amp; giving tasks to do, white wine in the bubble pool looking out over the sea and marvellous food. There was autumn in the air but never the less very joyful &amp;amp; relaxing.







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</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/08/spa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/8315163563313352233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/8315163563313352233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/08/spa.html' title='Luxoury days at a SPA'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QdfNttvZz9A4HdkQcHHTfhkvDdgyEy66_5fhdyC-Q2Mqb8qNYk0NC-PSKYKXqWIKuhezqNxturvpcmuxRXjfYEm15b6qndtceAjDtPI-GbCa4lhVGQOcRZb_SJ4tCZ8MIEnsyjiiJ88/s72-c/vin_spa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4655088352940902280</id><published>2011-08-06T19:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:06:50.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last thrembling hours</title><summary type="text">This is last weekend of my vacation. I cannot say it feels like four weeks. It feels like two. I have never been so busy ever any vacation. The weather have bern lovely. Mostly sunny summer weather with few short showers. I have only watered the plants 4-5 times. I sit about 50 meters from the sea. - that is if I am a bird. The step cliffs makes it a few hundred meters to climb down to sealevel. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-thrembling-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4655088352940902280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4655088352940902280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-thrembling-hours.html' title='Last thrembling hours'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInKfx6EcVKU65J-a3X5ZAy4vEG3z3GSBWP4Zs4u0Dd-cGWlWyYcTAxl3bQZNDPJNf4VTYF9jQF7YZFsmv6WC0DLysW7wmWZytnX1JbZFms2Ct75v_kPpvigmFsBMhpECc-RIj4ff_mo0/s72-c/photo-792243.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-6966759085460207216</id><published>2011-07-26T22:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:55:02.733+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lagotto"/><title type='text'>A Lagotto by the Sea</title><summary type="text">
This dog is staying with us for a week. He has already stolen our hearts - just after two days. He is smart, intelligent, fun, amiable but quite bad at obeying. At least while strolling around. But since he only is a year old - not even a teenager - there are chances he will improve. Today we started up to learn him searching for chantarells. It worked fine indoors. But out at the lawn he tried </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/lagotto-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6966759085460207216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/6966759085460207216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/lagotto-by-sea.html' title='A Lagotto by the Sea'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPrbptgyK6lRjMUqAVudR7atidAbZlSAsqYdN_MhcFBgGOkfQG4Q-EKeoeh0JTrrw5swgArWsV1kp1F_Wz3gVRqg8L7JcNtK8w4EULl31W5qi7BOebZULA2b8Llrlo4Oc6uXyQFZVRzk/s72-c/IMG_0743.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4264829384618220804</id><published>2011-07-24T00:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:09:02.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from my kid - about the Massacre at Norway</title><summary type="text">I couldn´t have said it better myself. From my daughter: 
AAH I&#39;m burning up while I watch the news... How do you get idea of shooting 14-16 old teenagers at their summer camp??! If you are politically unhappy then what use do you have of massacre of teenagers? Frightfully unnecessary and disgustingly stupid... At these few exceptions death penalties doesn’t sound all that bad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/words-from-my-kid-about-massacre-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4264829384618220804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4264829384618220804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/words-from-my-kid-about-massacre-at.html' title='Words from my kid - about the Massacre at Norway'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-3289732227227236486</id><published>2011-07-18T21:20:00.089+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:03:01.670+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bba"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pilane"/><title type='text'>Judge Persson in the Judgemental Circle - a walk at Pilane burial grounds</title><summary type="text">The art was there...


The sheep was there...


The kids was there...posing as beautiful as ever....


And the judge was there...




We&amp;nbsp; just had to put her on top of this stone in the judgemental circle. &amp;nbsp;
&quot;There is a large number of stone formations  still visible at Pilane burial ground at Tjörn in the county of  Bohuslän, including fifteen majestic judgement circles with raised  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-persson-in-judgemental-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/3289732227227236486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/3289732227227236486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-persson-in-judgemental-circle.html' title='Judge Persson in the Judgemental Circle - a walk at Pilane burial grounds'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3_A5Isy0gG8PT77txb2A7HRg1dgpNoxtGtDW59jX0JmuPtel8I2OuUGjuqydyrWVEz_peX7sPmtX5idewgV7jao-scIKFdcPe43Z7rePEe1hERvm86SWuYFfzhG2-k6hr6kp7DMTw5I/s72-c/IMG_9661.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-4270288978633727351</id><published>2011-07-18T13:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:13:36.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbour blogging</title><summary type="text">I sit at one of my favourite spots in this world - the arbour. I have slept for over ten hours but feel like a wreck. Last days have been great fun but also very exhausting. To clean the house and prepare two parties in one day took som effort. I enjoyed every single minute but regret I didn&#39;t have time to catch up with all old friends I hadnt seen for a very long time.

I did prioritize the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/arbour-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4270288978633727351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483070576622072103/posts/default/4270288978633727351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettinasbackyard.blogspot.com/2011/07/arbour-blogging.html' title='Arbour blogging'/><author><name>Bettina B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02333248953188465252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tMwzmGbIQtSP3n3DM4rkVfWAqU5GoprT51d4cdcB3jQ2GYQBSECWz5sdLCy8ChfhPGhxOuSxz-n3Nvx8ufhtmtnfUaT_uN9uy1ZrI1k-26u0fDgLaqH2LstjgSzeeA/s113/profilbild.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJgH3VVQnwoRjhA50mJc-XAsBTFyLYjkyuXAvneD3z6PVbnUov0HO1arAdf8Yto2_Tu_6B0wYrj4BiFDz2kDIP_oMaUwTqJJgValNpm3N5G5OWbCg7RG3Kp75UuOMZT2RKnnqlLOgdDs/s72-c/photo-735624.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483070576622072103.post-2619740936938053684</id><published>2011-07-02T10:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:50:38.765+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salsa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salsa Croatia"/><title type='text'>At the Pool Party - St Andrews Island, Rovinj</title><summary type="text">
The pool party is world famous in the salsa community. Before this year I presumed it was the biggest pool party at northern hemisphere. I doubt now...I think it is the biggest in the world.


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