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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDRXY4fyp7ImA9WhRUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677</id><updated>2012-01-25T12:31:14.837+02:00</updated><category term="moments" /><category term="5 reasons" /><category term="Friday's Feast" /><category term="New Year" /><category term="movies" /><category term="veggie garden" /><category term="2011" /><category term="books" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="lists" /><category term="weather and seasons" /><category term="NaBloPoMo" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="Dona Nobis Pacem" /><category term="Cape Trip" /><category term="Kwa-Zulu Natal" /><category term="trip 2009" /><category term="pepsi" /><category term="family" /><category term="homeschooling" /><category term="pets" /><category term="Grant" /><category term="recipes" /><category term="Blog Action Day" /><category term="South Africa" /><category term="quotes and inspiration" /><category term="PCOS" /><category term="Zip" /><category term="me" /><category term="I'm loving" /><category term="Random Dozen" /><category term="Friday Fill-ins" /><category term="dogs" /><category term="Rox" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Eunice" /><category term="Paula" /><category term="music" /><category term="Wordless Wednesday" /><category term="rugby" /><category term="computer stuff" /><category term="misc" /><category term="organic" /><category term="word for the year" /><category term="diet" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="Impi" /><category term="awards" /><category term="religion" /><category term="interviews" /><category term="memes and quizzes" /><category term="sunday scribblings" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="health" /><category term="Rud" /><category term="Zimbabwe" /><title>Gill's jottings</title><subtitle type="html">My thoughts, my ramblings, my life...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>460</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GillsJottings" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="gillsjottings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">GillsJottings</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDRXY_fCp7ImA9WhRUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-856196180506151207</id><published>2012-01-25T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:31:14.844+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:31:14.844+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>Time for some creativity</title><summary type="html">I came over all weirdly restless at the beginning of the month.  January sometimes does that to me - I think it's all the talk of new beginnings, out with the old, in with the new.... I start feeling like I should be doing something and I begin to obsessively look around for new things to do.  It can get really annoying, ask my Jackie dog who follows me around as I open cupboards, tidy drawers, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/J9MXBcRwkXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/856196180506151207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=856196180506151207&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/856196180506151207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/856196180506151207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-some-creativity.html" title="Time for some creativity" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQnk4fSp7ImA9WhRVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-1373485218892859303</id><published>2012-01-18T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:00:03.735+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T21:00:03.735+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>Anniversary January 2012</title><summary type="html">Having had such a wonderful time on the weekend of our wedding anniversary last year, Grant and I decided to continue the tradition this year and booked to spend last weekend at Bushlands Game Lodge, near Hluhluwe.  



We dropped Paula off at her second home (a.k.a her boy-friend Calvin's house in Empangeni) and set off on the last leg of our journey, arriving at Bushlands in the late afternoon.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/bExNvYlPjqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/1373485218892859303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=1373485218892859303&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1373485218892859303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1373485218892859303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2012/01/anniversary-january-2012.html" title="Anniversary January 2012" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJCHG2A7etE/TxcNWjWlA5I/AAAAAAAACxI/1hHvrrrzY8w/s72-c/IMG00102-20120114-1550.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRH08cCp7ImA9WhRWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-7399096875569806602</id><published>2012-01-02T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:26:55.378+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T21:26:55.378+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="word for the year" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>My word for 2012: Grow</title><summary type="html">In the past couple of years I've seen a lot of bloggers who have "Words" that they use as a theme for the year, or perhaps as a direction in which they hope to move in that year.  Although I have always thought that is seemed a good idea, I have resisted the temptation to choose a word up to now as I know what I'm like..... give me a challenge of any sort and I will find a way to avoid it, to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/VFqXZlgCCWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/7399096875569806602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=7399096875569806602&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7399096875569806602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7399096875569806602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-word-for-2012-grow.html" title="My word for 2012: Grow" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1uI4Qx08U4/TwIEQ3aa94I/AAAAAAAACvQ/GrLrMdaq_tM/s72-c/untitled.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCRH85eSp7ImA9WhRWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-2182969217999193346</id><published>2011-12-29T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:21:05.121+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T12:21:05.121+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>2011...... the year that was</title><summary type="html">I thought I would chronicle the stand-out events of 2011, not the hum-drum (and trust me, there was plenty of that!), but those things that defined the year for me.

January:   
   
At the very beginning of January we decided to start Geocaching, it was one of the best decisions we have ever made as a family.  We have had SO much fun geocaching this year!  

Grant took me away for the week-end of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/bs75V7ApzTI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/2182969217999193346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=2182969217999193346&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/2182969217999193346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/2182969217999193346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-that-was.html" title="2011...... the year that was" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zd9gI6w48o0/TvMz4EXnQhI/AAAAAAAACn8/nk01N0eVg1s/s72-c/1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YAQXs4cCp7ImA9WhRRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-118103142334906247</id><published>2011-12-01T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:52:20.538+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T16:52:20.538+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rox" /><title>The Wedding!</title><summary type="html">My Roxy-girl is now Mrs Wilkins!

The wedding went SO well.  It was really everything Roxy dreamed of.  We could honestly not have wished for a more perfect day.

The weather was ideal, the venue was charming, Roxy looked breath-takingly beautiful, the groom was handsome and smiling, the bridesmaids looked lovely, the flower-girls and page-boy were edibly cute and took their duties so adorably &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/NLz5Llz_71c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/118103142334906247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=118103142334906247&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/118103142334906247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/118103142334906247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/12/wedding.html" title="The Wedding!" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SuvTYAX04uc/TteT6L5gB_I/AAAAAAAACfQ/sNTWq4wxQv4/s72-c/IMG00026-20111126-0746.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERX4-cSp7ImA9WhRSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-3634155923369727610</id><published>2011-11-21T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:46:44.059+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T11:46:44.059+02:00</app:edited><title>I miss you Mom</title><summary type="html">It's been three years since my mom died.  It feels so long ago.  I've travelled quite a road since then!

After she died I wondered if I would ever be able to remember her fondly again.  At the time all I felt was..... nothing.  I think the months, even years, before her death had sucked every identifiable feeling right out of me.  I felt completely devoid of any emotion, except perhaps relief.  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/bJUOV4sTC6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/3634155923369727610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=3634155923369727610&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3634155923369727610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3634155923369727610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-you-mom.html" title="I miss you Mom" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/25md6SMw4ro/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHSXkzcCp7ImA9WhRSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-1994972695458593474</id><published>2011-11-20T15:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:07:18.788+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T15:07:18.788+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rox" /><title>A week to go....</title><summary type="html">Less than a week from today my Roxy-girl will be a married woman.  How crazy is that thought?!

I have such mixed feelings..... 

On the one hand I am so happy that she is happy, I'm so glad she has found a really decent guy, who clearly loves her to pieces, I am so excited for her and so proud of the lovely young woman she has become; 

On the other hand I can't help but feel that I am losing my&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/5d07Y4Tl900" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/1994972695458593474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=1994972695458593474&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1994972695458593474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1994972695458593474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-to-go.html" title="A week to go...." /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/7eul_Vt6SZY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDSXYyfCp7ImA9WhRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-3720360290537087820</id><published>2011-11-14T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:47:58.894+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T16:47:58.894+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rox" /><title>Our bride-to-be had a Kitchen Tea</title><summary type="html">Who knew that the final few weeks before a wedding could fly by in the blink of an eye?!  Seems like yesterday that the wedding was months away and now it is literally around the corner.

On Saturday Roxy's fantabulous bridesmaids arranged a kitchen tea for her.  These girls have been amazing!  All I had to do was pay the bill and pitch up.  Bliss :-)

The tea was hosted at a local restaurant &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/iHb0w1IjHfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/3720360290537087820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=3720360290537087820&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3720360290537087820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3720360290537087820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-bride-to-be-had-kitchen-tea.html" title="Our bride-to-be had a Kitchen Tea" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDh2YV9eStQ/TsEjYHdTcYI/AAAAAAAACcg/InexwE2bCbY/s72-c/082.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQXY8eCp7ImA9WhdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-7532270295884967106</id><published>2011-10-18T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:57:50.870+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T16:57:50.870+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer stuff" /><title>About Pinterest</title><summary type="html">I have found something fun and exciting on the “interwebs” that I thought I’d share.  It’s called Pinterest.  I know a lot of you have probably been there, done that and I am rather late coming to this particular party, but for those of you who haven’t here’s a little mini-tutorial.

What’s it all about?  Pinterest is a virtual pinboard, where you can collect and store interesting pictures and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/Cs30sST5PNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/7532270295884967106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=7532270295884967106&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7532270295884967106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7532270295884967106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/10/about-pinterest.html" title="About Pinterest" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsnvdMl3Clc/Tp2AiCR4uXI/AAAAAAAACRA/DsRiXFaaxEQ/s72-c/1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQ3c7fyp7ImA9WhdbFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-4545903910488677712</id><published>2011-10-14T19:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:49:02.907+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T19:49:02.907+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>Finding The Dress</title><summary type="html">I can categorically state that finding The Dress for this mother-of-the-bride has been way more stressful and downright traumatic then acquiring the gown for the bride.  Had I known what I was in for I would have hurriedly given Rox the money for the wedding of her dreams and persuaded her to elope forthwith.  Sadly, that was not to be and as Rox was having none of my inspired suggestion that we &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/f--lmvpvm2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/4545903910488677712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=4545903910488677712&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/4545903910488677712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/4545903910488677712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-dress.html" title="Finding The Dress" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LdjVfFEpz4/TphnPa4JpjI/AAAAAAAACQA/_xHTFhJwlqQ/s72-c/1+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNR3czfyp7ImA9WhdbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-7358278486837617077</id><published>2011-10-11T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:33:16.987+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T12:33:16.987+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grant" /><title>Tough guys do it in the dirt</title><summary type="html">On Saturday morning Rox, Paula and I were having a very relaxed morning, the 3 of us were tucked up in my bed, drinking coffee and eating rusks, when the gate bell rang and there was Grant's friend, Mark, and Grant, looking very pale and bloodied, minus his mountain bike..... not good!

He'd come off his bike going down hill at about 45km per hour.  What baffles me is that the crazy man then got &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/nXj1Eemnz3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/7358278486837617077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=7358278486837617077&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7358278486837617077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7358278486837617077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-guys-do-it-in-dirt.html" title="Tough guys do it in the dirt" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuMWTZqJMpQ/TpQZv24UL8I/AAAAAAAACPY/ICyOV4weTJI/s72-c/grant1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERH86fip7ImA9WhdUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-5801680636846185586</id><published>2011-10-04T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:16:45.116+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T10:16:45.116+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rox" /><title>My not-so-baby girl is getting married.</title><summary type="html">It dawned on me yesterday that Rox is getting married next month!  How scary is that?!  I get butterflies in my tummy just thinking of it.

The wedding is going to be beautiful.  Rox and Jono have organised everything entirely on their own and I couldn't be more proud of them.  They have spent hours planning, organising, sussing out venues and suppliers, poring over guest lists and menus and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/5aIBrlcMm2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/5801680636846185586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=5801680636846185586&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/5801680636846185586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/5801680636846185586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-not-so-baby-girl-is-getting-married.html" title="My not-so-baby girl is getting married." /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYUI43yP9lo/TorAmrJAjyI/AAAAAAAACPE/iINzsm7hjeQ/s72-c/216293_10150240668276340_641331339_8803890_1173187_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CRXkzeyp7ImA9WhdUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-5695256454770859410</id><published>2011-09-29T06:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:34:24.783+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T06:34:24.783+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><title>One Day = Epic Fail</title><summary type="html">Let's face it, the world we live in is chock-a-block full of violence, crime, insincerity, economic uncertainty, sexual perversion, murder, rape, sadness, illness, death, carnage on the roads..... the list goes on and on.  I get to live in an area that has all of the above, and more, in the worst possible way.  Makes for a rather stressful and somewhat depressing existence to be frank.

When I go&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/NUvn-zaxhmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/5695256454770859410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=5695256454770859410&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/5695256454770859410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/5695256454770859410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-day-epic-fail.html" title="One Day = Epic Fail" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUAQn4-fip7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-6065311672013149288</id><published>2011-09-28T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:04:03.056+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T17:04:03.056+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer stuff" /><title>The New Facebook</title><summary type="html">I got the new facebook!  Thought those of you who haven't got it yet might want to see what it looks like, so here it is:


I've cut off the news feed on the right to protect the privacy of my friends
If you want to get it for yourself, this is the link you need to follow.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/o2GoOMMw1kg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/6065311672013149288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=6065311672013149288&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6065311672013149288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6065311672013149288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-facebook.html" title="The New Facebook" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp75na9tKuo/ToM2hqIjAZI/AAAAAAAACOc/g49ZmwfsMr0/s72-c/new+facebook.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARnc4cSp7ImA9WhdUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-1055471218566584810</id><published>2011-09-26T16:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:30:47.939+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T16:30:47.939+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Chick-pea Curry</title><summary type="html">I have to confess that my slow-cooker has languished in the top of my kitchen cupboard for a couple of years - I just never got around to finding any recipes to use in it.  Then, Paula and I became "semi-vegetarian" and I went on the hunt for veggie recipes and came across this one - it took me a couple of years, but finally I hauled out the slow-cooker a couple of weeks back and tried it. I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/D8lYt8VH1nc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/1055471218566584810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=1055471218566584810&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1055471218566584810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1055471218566584810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/09/chick-pea-curry.html" title="Chick-pea Curry" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGRH4-fSp7ImA9WhdVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-90970139091029619</id><published>2011-09-18T07:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T07:35:25.055+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T07:35:25.055+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grant" /><title>Gotta love this man!</title><summary type="html">I'll be honest, when Grant and I started dating it wasn't his intellect I was attracted to, it wasn't his kind-nature, or his generosity of spirit, it was ..... his butt!  He had a mighty fine butt.  He may be a bit on the plump side nowdays, with a few more wrinkles and a lot less hair, but he still has a very satisfactory bottom.  (Just in case you were wondering.)  However, if you had to ask &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/b1hPcejJZxk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/90970139091029619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=90970139091029619&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/90970139091029619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/90970139091029619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/09/gotta-love-this-man.html" title="Gotta love this man!" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSXg9eyp7ImA9WhdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-3149284802217838858</id><published>2011-08-19T09:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:39:28.663+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T09:39:28.663+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>It's been a long week</title><summary type="html">It's weird how one day can set the tone for a whole week.  In fact, one hour set the tone for my week, this week.  Witness Monday morning between 07:30am and 08:30am:

Once the family had left for their respective places of work I savoured the peace and quiet for about 30 seconds and then stepped into the shower.  Now bear in mind it was a cooooold morning...  I reach for the soap and discover &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/0iypIIE7P10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/3149284802217838858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=3149284802217838858&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3149284802217838858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/3149284802217838858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-long-week.html" title="It's been a long week" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGQHs5fyp7ImA9WhdQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-7289623055000602584</id><published>2011-08-17T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:50:21.527+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T19:50:21.527+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>For heaven's sake..... it's called DISCIPLINE..... do it!!</title><summary type="html">What is it with people that they can't discipline their kids?  Seriously, I am sick to death of having to put up with other people's undisciplined brats.   Can you hear I'm in a bit of a frothy?  Well I am!  It seems like we have come face to face with one too many spawn of the devil of late and I'm SO over it!

Remember this little shit vile child?  At first I thought he was a baby and was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/Lcu4I_K3hFQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/7289623055000602584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=7289623055000602584&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7289623055000602584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/7289623055000602584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-heavens-sake-its-called-discipline.html" title="For heaven's sake..... it's called DISCIPLINE..... do it!!" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICRnY9fSp7ImA9WhdQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-6665700077772944559</id><published>2011-08-12T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:36:07.865+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T19:36:07.865+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>The post where I get all sickly sweet....</title><summary type="html">Sorry in advance if this post makes you want to gag...... BUT I need to do this.  I need to sit back, take a moment and count my blessings.  Today I just feel so lucky, and heaven knows, I'm quick to jump on here and spill my guts when I'm angry, or miserable, so why not when I'm happy?!

So.... let me share my happiness with you:
The very best days are the days when Grant comes to work with me.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/50d9U8hRWRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/6665700077772944559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=6665700077772944559&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6665700077772944559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6665700077772944559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-where-i-get-all-sickly-sweet.html" title="The post where I get all sickly sweet...." /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQnY9fSp7ImA9WhdRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-6630242634149348526</id><published>2011-08-06T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:18:43.865+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T17:18:43.865+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion" /><title>Losing my religion</title><summary type="html">I am clearly a very torn person.  I have had a rather major fall-out with the church as a whole and my church (Anglican) in particular and yet my music of choice while travelling this week has been a Hillsong CD.  

The thing is, it pains me to admit it, but there is quite a lot I miss about being a church-goer.  Music first and foremost.  I love the music at church, really I do.  Hence, my need &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/UwY-sVH0WsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/6630242634149348526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=6630242634149348526&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6630242634149348526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6630242634149348526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/08/losing-my-religion.html" title="Losing my religion" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENQH8zeCp7ImA9WhdRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-713547621283781155</id><published>2011-08-04T08:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:51:31.180+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T08:51:31.180+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>Oh no!</title><summary type="html">I am not a morning person.  Not at all.  I get up in the morning at 06:15, drag my ancient old tracksuit over my protesting limbs and I skulk around the house until 07:30am.  Yes, this unfortunately means that the image my nearest and dearest carry around in their heads all day is of me, skulking, in my bed-head hair and my ancient tracksuit.  Not exactly a vision of loveliness, but there you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/8QZiTOMXaNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/713547621283781155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=713547621283781155&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/713547621283781155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/713547621283781155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-no.html" title="Oh no!" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQHozcCp7ImA9WhdREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-1112365233175916977</id><published>2011-07-30T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:18:01.488+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-30T14:18:01.488+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets" /><title>Ooh la la... it's fun in my house!</title><summary type="html">So both my daughters left yesterday to visit their darlings for the weekend.  Ooh la la!  Grant and I are home alone!  The plan was .... a little dinner a deux, a little romance, a little relaxation.... 

Let me tell you how it went down:

We arrived at our chosen restaurant, only to be told that the only table they had for us was right in the passage, next to the ticket office for the movies....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/1z-EHq_K2ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/1112365233175916977/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=1112365233175916977&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1112365233175916977?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/1112365233175916977?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/07/ooh-la-la-its-fun-in-my-house.html" title="Ooh la la... it's fun in my house!" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDR3o6eSp7ImA9WhdSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-8042246114332339652</id><published>2011-07-29T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:52:56.411+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T10:52:56.411+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paula" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>While on the subject of insults...</title><summary type="html">Following on from my previous post....

Having spent much time last night pondering my Elderly Family Member and what gives her the right to throw insults around, I realised that in reality it's not only Elderly Famly Member that flings insults around, it's my family members in general!  The more I thought about it the more I realised that to survive in this family you have to have a skin as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/S4ONloUluPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/8042246114332339652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=8042246114332339652&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/8042246114332339652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/8042246114332339652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-on-subject-of-insults.html" title="While on the subject of insults..." /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHQH4ycSp7ImA9WhdSGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-2593217834224817879</id><published>2011-07-28T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:28:51.099+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T20:28:51.099+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>Helllloooo Fat Face</title><summary type="html">I can't wait to be over 70... you know that age, when you don't give a #%*  what you say to anyone.... 


I've just had the following conversation with an elderly relative:  

Aged one:  I'm glad to see you've lost some weight since you got back from holiday!

Me: Um, actually I've gained .5kgs since I got back, in fact I lost 2.5kgs on holiday 

Aged one: Funny, because your face looked really &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/WqGfCm_cQ48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/2593217834224817879/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=2593217834224817879&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/2593217834224817879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/2593217834224817879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/07/helllloooo-fat-face.html" title="Helllloooo Fat Face" /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ARH0yeSp7ImA9WhZUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900677.post-6880093306039805237</id><published>2011-06-10T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:49:05.391+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-10T17:49:05.391+02:00</app:edited><title>Messing about on the blog....</title><summary type="html">I've spent some time this afternoon messing about on this little corner of cyberspace that I call my own, and I have to say I'm feeling the love -  maybe, just maybe, I'll be reviving this little ol' blog of mine...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GillsJottings/~4/yFMHIsX2Ohw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/feeds/6880093306039805237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900677&amp;postID=6880093306039805237&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6880093306039805237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900677/posts/default/6880093306039805237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gills-jottings.blogspot.com/2011/06/messing-about-on-blog.html" title="Messing about on the blog...." /><author><name>Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910101541494674555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkwF8m4Ovw/Ti1xa5zg9gI/AAAAAAAACHY/cxpHP-GPIvg/s220/Gill.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

