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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" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BQnY5fCp7ImA9WxNbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344</id><updated>2009-11-12T20:44:13.824+10:30</updated><title>Our Red House</title><subtitle type="html">ordinary things, simple things, beautiful things</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>554</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/qTvK" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">blogspot/qTvK</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACRHwyfip7ImA9WxNbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-332050784008568431</id><published>2009-11-12T15:49:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:56:05.296+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T17:56:05.296+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the seasons" /><title>Hot and Grumpy</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvufZEtARnI/AAAAAAAAETI/yXA_iWW8-vA/s1600-h/678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403087431069091442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvufZEtARnI/AAAAAAAAETI/yXA_iWW8-vA/s400/678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.&lt;/em&gt; ~John Ruskin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I just say, here and now, that Mr John Ruskin obviously never lived through an Adelaide heatwave. A week of temperatures over 38 degrees celsius in spring is no joke and is far from delicious. Especially when your car air-conditioner dies after the car has spent 7 hours in the sun. And your house is hot. And your children are fretting, irritable and squabbling. And especially when the adults begin squabbling too because they are so, so hot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grumpy in Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-332050784008568431?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/4efz6pSiMLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/332050784008568431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=332050784008568431" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/332050784008568431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/332050784008568431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-and-grumpy.html" title="Hot and Grumpy" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvufZEtARnI/AAAAAAAAETI/yXA_iWW8-vA/s72-c/678.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUESHs5eCp7ImA9WxNUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-4501271383415325337</id><published>2009-11-05T22:03:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:26:49.520+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T22:26:49.520+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the seasons" /><title>Spring Barbecue</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvK8p4JXYcI/AAAAAAAAETA/MmwJazcCWHY/s1600-h/IMG_5793(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400586330802971074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvK8p4JXYcI/AAAAAAAAETA/MmwJazcCWHY/s400/IMG_5793(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friends in the hills invited us for a barbecue and bonfire before the total fireban season began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvK8eFfmOyI/AAAAAAAAES4/jRh3Bq9irOs/s1600-h/IMG_5796(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400586128227449634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvK8eFfmOyI/AAAAAAAAES4/jRh3Bq9irOs/s400/IMG_5796(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were hot sausages and marshmallows, chickens to chase and a grumpy goat to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a night time game of hide-and-seek in the long grass lit only by firelight. Thank goodness it was too cold for snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-4501271383415325337?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/Jm8N-b6GZKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4501271383415325337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=4501271383415325337" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4501271383415325337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4501271383415325337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-barbecue.html" title="Spring Barbecue" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SvK8p4JXYcI/AAAAAAAAETA/MmwJazcCWHY/s72-c/IMG_5793(1).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANQns5eyp7ImA9WxNUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-7570956530244883392</id><published>2009-11-03T20:16:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:53:13.523+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T21:53:13.523+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrations" /><title>Too, Too Yummy Halloween Cupcakes</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Su__EexJsQI/AAAAAAAAESw/BGLlpFqp-vk/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399814930684293378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Su__EexJsQI/AAAAAAAAESw/BGLlpFqp-vk/s400/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these cupcakes for Halloween and they were oh, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think home-made chocolate cupcakes covered with orange buttercream made from icing sugar, freshly squeezed orange juice and pure, unsalted butter (and a few drops of food colouring, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. I almost wish it were Halloween every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(For those who have been asking &lt;a href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/choc-orange-halloween-cupcakes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the recipe, from Halloween last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-7570956530244883392?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/Sf9ZrRuxkuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7570956530244883392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=7570956530244883392" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7570956530244883392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7570956530244883392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-too-yummy-halloween-cupcakes.html" title="Too, Too Yummy Halloween Cupcakes" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Su__EexJsQI/AAAAAAAAESw/BGLlpFqp-vk/s72-c/P1010036.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBQH4yfCp7ImA9WxNVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-6522730491145692818</id><published>2009-10-30T21:48:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:02:31.094+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T22:02:31.094+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrations" /><title>My First Halloween</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SurMQWmHIUI/AAAAAAAAESo/tgxWST3zvPs/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398351684672364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SurMQWmHIUI/AAAAAAAAESo/tgxWST3zvPs/s400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you remember the first time you celebrated Halloween? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was October of 1981 and I had just turned 12. Immersed in the world of books, as usual, I had read all about Halloween. I knew what fun American children had trick-or-treating, bobbing for apples and joining in scavenger hunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naively thinking that I could share in such experiences, I invited Tracy and Natalie from school to go trick-or-treating with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knocked on a few doors but nobody had heard of Halloween. We were told in no uncertain terms to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the past few years has Halloween started to take off in Australia. Trick-or-treating has become quite popular if on a much smaller scale than in the States. Halloween parties have become quite common too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be attending one that will involve sausages on the barbie, ice cream cones and plenty of cold beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly spooky, but very, very Australian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-6522730491145692818?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/2F91sY_kgQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6522730491145692818/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=6522730491145692818" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/6522730491145692818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/6522730491145692818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-halloween.html" title="My First Halloween" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SurMQWmHIUI/AAAAAAAAESo/tgxWST3zvPs/s72-c/halloween.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEEQ3c5eyp7ImA9WxNVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-3880560301909777126</id><published>2009-10-26T16:13:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:43:22.923+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T16:43:22.923+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mum" /><title>I Got My Job!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuU5CTcL1SI/AAAAAAAAESg/WR_o2Sh1Ugs/s1600-h/505576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396782440214418722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuU5CTcL1SI/AAAAAAAAESg/WR_o2Sh1Ugs/s400/505576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, for almost six months I have been working four days a week in a local university. I work in the business side of the university, not as an academic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until now I have worked on a casual contract. However, after a certain period of time these kinds of jobs have to be advertised and offered more permanently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I sent off an application, this morning I was interviewed and this afternoon I was offered the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to work from 8 until 5 on Mondays and Tuesdays and 8 until 3 pm on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I will have every Friday off, which is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-3880560301909777126?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/3Vk54iDkBcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3880560301909777126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=3880560301909777126" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3880560301909777126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3880560301909777126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-my-job.html" title="I Got My Job!" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuU5CTcL1SI/AAAAAAAAESg/WR_o2Sh1Ugs/s72-c/505576.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04AQn0_eSp7ImA9WxNVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-3122234686557899537</id><published>2009-10-23T20:21:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:29:03.341+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T20:29:03.341+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the seasons" /><title>Gold Against Blue</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuF9EdpTwPI/AAAAAAAAESY/q4hLQYEQOb0/s1600-h/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395731344197402866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuF9EdpTwPI/AAAAAAAAESY/q4hLQYEQOb0/s400/IMG_5742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No matter how stressful the day has been, the colours of spring bring joy to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite season?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-3122234686557899537?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/lw93nKIHW6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3122234686557899537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=3122234686557899537" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3122234686557899537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3122234686557899537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/gold-against-blue.html" title="Gold Against Blue" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SuF9EdpTwPI/AAAAAAAAESY/q4hLQYEQOb0/s72-c/IMG_5742.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcNR389cSp7ImA9WxNVEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-5376510888476524821</id><published>2009-10-21T18:59:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:38:16.169+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T19:38:16.169+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>We Love to Read</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school and on weekends I often come upon scenes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/St7IgZHmxJI/AAAAAAAAESQ/HKZieDwtT6A/s1600-h/IMG_5747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394969862460589202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/St7IgZHmxJI/AAAAAAAAESQ/HKZieDwtT6A/s400/IMG_5747.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/St7IayjSXPI/AAAAAAAAESI/1fedVgZtlAY/s1600-h/IMG_5751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394969766208363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/St7IayjSXPI/AAAAAAAAESI/1fedVgZtlAY/s400/IMG_5751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my children are avid readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know where they get their love of books from - I was an extreme bookworm as a child. I carried books with me everywhere, even into the shower (cleanliness wasn't much of a priority when I was 8). I even had a book under my arm when I was drying the dishes. Chances are, if I didn't have a book with me I would be daydreaming about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not so obsessive now, I do often read during the half hour I have for lunch at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the generosity of one of the school mums who loaned it to me, I am currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0425201333?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=oureho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0425201333"&gt;Mao's Last Dancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=oureho-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0425201333" width="1" border="0" /&gt;, and I am &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; it. I hope I get the opportunity to see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend will be pleased to know that I no longer take books with me into the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you reading at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-5376510888476524821?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/qfSvWjOtJj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5376510888476524821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=5376510888476524821" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5376510888476524821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5376510888476524821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-love-to-read.html" title="We Love to Read" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/St7IgZHmxJI/AAAAAAAAESQ/HKZieDwtT6A/s72-c/IMG_5747.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MQXkzfip7ImA9WxNWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-8587835208773723918</id><published>2009-10-19T15:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:38:00.786+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T15:38:00.786+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the good housekeeper" /><title>On Ironing</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StrP_6ILQ4I/AAAAAAAAESA/VbH5Z80ZT40/s1600-h/woman_ironing_jpg-743921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393852200571847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StrP_6ILQ4I/AAAAAAAAESA/VbH5Z80ZT40/s400/woman_ironing_jpg-743921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing,' said George. 'But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that ironing is one of things that you either love or loathe, and I definitely don't love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my husband and I both work and our eldest son goes to a school where he has to wear a shirt and trousers each day, we have quite a lot of ironing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only way I can endure it is by doing in front of the television. This usually happens on a Sunday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problem is that while ironing is fairly rewarding, in that you end up with beautiful, smooth, sweet-smelling clothes, I find the &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; of ironing unbearably repetitive and tedious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you iron? Do you have any tips to make ironing less dreary?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Or less time-consuming?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please provide me with some inspiration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-8587835208773723918?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/nTkF0JV6QVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8587835208773723918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=8587835208773723918" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8587835208773723918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8587835208773723918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-ironing.html" title="On Ironing" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StrP_6ILQ4I/AAAAAAAAESA/VbH5Z80ZT40/s72-c/woman_ironing_jpg-743921.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQDRnw7eip7ImA9WxNWGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-8406919344725474774</id><published>2009-10-18T15:19:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:02:57.202+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-18T20:02:57.202+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><title>No More Training Wheels</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a parent's point of view there are lots of important milestones in a child's life - learning to walk, those treasured first words; learning to read - to name but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, from a child's point of view few events are more memorable than the day they first learn to ride a bicycle without training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our older children learned to ride a bike at around age five but we have waited longer with our youngest, mostly because we just haven't got around to it. However, this sunny spring weekend seemed the perfect time for this special event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of our children have learned to ride on the same blue bike which is now rather creaky and rusty, but it has been a loyal friend and has served its purpose well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little boy getting ready to ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqgW3_BrgI/AAAAAAAAER4/zGm_xGapxeE/s1600-h/IMG_5725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393799818575457794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqgW3_BrgI/AAAAAAAAER4/zGm_xGapxeE/s400/IMG_5725.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Stqf22WQtxI/AAAAAAAAERY/k8-JC5TuMN8/s1600-h/IMG_5736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393799268380227346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Stqf22WQtxI/AAAAAAAAERY/k8-JC5TuMN8/s400/IMG_5736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqftPQhw3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/iiuIVHkMZhY/s1600-h/IMG_5737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393799103268373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqftPQhw3I/AAAAAAAAERQ/iiuIVHkMZhY/s400/IMG_5737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqeyddosjI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/j1OO9U3s4-k/s1600-h/IMG_5728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393798093469168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqeyddosjI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/j1OO9U3s4-k/s400/IMG_5728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And off he went ... after a few falls and crashes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards he said, "Mum, I am so happy. I am very proud of myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqerETRMJI/AAAAAAAAEQw/_UTJcIRLKS0/s1600-h/IMG_5739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393797966455713938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqerETRMJI/AAAAAAAAEQw/_UTJcIRLKS0/s400/IMG_5739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-8406919344725474774?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/K7fuvWYJcU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8406919344725474774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=8406919344725474774" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8406919344725474774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8406919344725474774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-training-wheels.html" title="No More Training Wheels" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StqgW3_BrgI/AAAAAAAAER4/zGm_xGapxeE/s72-c/IMG_5725.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMSX08cSp7ImA9WxNWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-136371508543474978</id><published>2009-10-17T15:33:00.012+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:29:48.379+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T17:29:48.379+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out and about" /><title>Going on a Bear Hunt</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRrGZCAKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QIFmOLZn69M/s1600-h/IMG_5713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393431829644705954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRrGZCAKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QIFmOLZn69M/s400/IMG_5713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went on a bear hunt and look what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Stlq7_rz7sI/AAAAAAAAEQY/7deh6VeIPUU/s1600-h/IMG_5678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393459607692897986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Stlq7_rz7sI/AAAAAAAAEQY/7deh6VeIPUU/s400/IMG_5678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picnic ground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRQExA8RI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Vv-KBM-vy64/s1600-h/IMG_5696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393431365351960850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRQExA8RI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Vv-KBM-vy64/s400/IMG_5696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some rugged cliffs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRAm54DNI/AAAAAAAAEPw/x5LjNprlHvY/s1600-h/IMG_5677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393431099638025426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRAm54DNI/AAAAAAAAEPw/x5LjNprlHvY/s400/IMG_5677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;children in a tree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlQwttKytI/AAAAAAAAEPg/lMeQv9dtb1s/s1600-h/IMG_5690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393430826585869010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlQwttKytI/AAAAAAAAEPg/lMeQv9dtb1s/s400/IMG_5690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a waterfall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlQkrO4DMI/AAAAAAAAEPY/L0PSkmd3U84/s1600-h/IMG_5688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393430619763510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlQkrO4DMI/AAAAAAAAEPY/L0PSkmd3U84/s400/IMG_5688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, a fat bear looking down at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These pictures were taken at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morialta_Conservation_Park"&gt;Morialta Conservation Park&lt;/a&gt; here in Adelaide.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-136371508543474978?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/Xcbf8JfrQ2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/136371508543474978/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=136371508543474978" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/136371508543474978?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/136371508543474978?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-on-bear-hunt.html" title="Going on a Bear Hunt" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/StlRrGZCAKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QIFmOLZn69M/s72-c/IMG_5713.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cER3c-fSp7ImA9WxNWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-2580254825328261767</id><published>2009-10-10T08:17:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:20:06.955+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T08:20:06.955+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><title>A Tangle of Limbs</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7q5lqqNwI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Ovp9XkpXsXY/s1600-h/IMG_5664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390504079093544706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7q5lqqNwI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Ovp9XkpXsXY/s400/IMG_5664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This tangle of limbs belongs to two of my children and my three nieces, who are visiting from Sydney with their mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, they are enjoying their time together. We live so far apart that any time spent together is treasured greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, a minute or two after this shot was taken my littlest niece got squashed and began to cry. Our little love-in didn't last for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-2580254825328261767?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/cZ2AOW__XiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2580254825328261767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=2580254825328261767" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/2580254825328261767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/2580254825328261767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/tangle-of-limbs.html" title="A Tangle of Limbs" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7q5lqqNwI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Ovp9XkpXsXY/s72-c/IMG_5664.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMRXc_eCp7ImA9WxNWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-1094875062831921782</id><published>2009-10-09T16:30:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:54:44.940+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T16:54:44.940+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><title>Idiosyncrasies</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7UQuIgkTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/VR2J9kqnhmg/s1600-h/IMG_5325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390479187735777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7UQuIgkTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/VR2J9kqnhmg/s400/IMG_5325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why can I not go to bed at night unless the bed is made? For example, if my husband has a siesta and the sheets are ruffled, I have to remake the bed before getting in, even though I know I am about to muss it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why do I feel the need to clean the kitchen before I start cooking the dinner? I can't work unless the benches are clear and the dishwasher stacked. However, I never really feel like doing the dishes &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I have breakfast in the morning I like to have a clean table. I will wipe up any spilt milk or other messes left by the kids so that I can have an aesthetically pleasing space for my own breakfast -- even though it means having to clean up again after myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nuts, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any idiosyncrasies? Please tell me I am not alone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-1094875062831921782?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/w3Qx3glV3xw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1094875062831921782/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=1094875062831921782" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/1094875062831921782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/1094875062831921782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/idiosyncrasies.html" title="Idiosyncrasies" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ss7UQuIgkTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/VR2J9kqnhmg/s72-c/IMG_5325.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHQXg9eSp7ImA9WxNXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-5451577050305679642</id><published>2009-10-05T20:02:00.010+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:28:50.661+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T20:28:50.661+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrations" /><title>The Queen of the Family</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home on Friday I was treated like a queen. My husband and the kids had been scheming and planning for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm-F1QO5fI/AAAAAAAAEPA/Vp4iGtf4O44/s1600-h/IMG_5576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389047436529296882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm-F1QO5fI/AAAAAAAAEPA/Vp4iGtf4O44/s400/IMG_5576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a balloon and streamer-bedecked throne for me to sit on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm-ASGx-HI/AAAAAAAAEO4/BtIvq2dgthY/s1600-h/IMG_5573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389047341195065458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm-ASGx-HI/AAAAAAAAEO4/BtIvq2dgthY/s400/IMG_5573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a table beautifully set by my daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm95GCuKdI/AAAAAAAAEOw/8HoBHhl6KFM/s1600-h/IMG_5582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389047217697728978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm95GCuKdI/AAAAAAAAEOw/8HoBHhl6KFM/s400/IMG_5582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an entree of prawn cocktails made with South Australian king prawns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm9jXyPlTI/AAAAAAAAEOg/6LD_xtArkb8/s1600-h/IMG_5591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389046844503332146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm9jXyPlTI/AAAAAAAAEOg/6LD_xtArkb8/s400/IMG_5591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a roasted rack of spring lamb for the main course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm9aCvyM4I/AAAAAAAAEOY/aFQ6f0xwNI0/s1600-h/IMG_5575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389046684237050754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm9aCvyM4I/AAAAAAAAEOY/aFQ6f0xwNI0/s400/IMG_5575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a beautiful chocolate and berry cake from a local pattiserie for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For drinks they had purchased my current faves, lemon ruskis for the adults and Coke Zero for the kids. And after the meal freshly ground coffee and chocolates were served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that was a fabulous effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughtfulness and kindness of my sweet family brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt deeply honoured. I am so proud of them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-5451577050305679642?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/zMaG6_bBC9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5451577050305679642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=5451577050305679642" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5451577050305679642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5451577050305679642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-family.html" title="The Queen of the Family" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Ssm-F1QO5fI/AAAAAAAAEPA/Vp4iGtf4O44/s72-c/IMG_5576.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNRX8yfSp7ImA9WxNXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-4002793944764562764</id><published>2009-10-04T20:28:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:31:34.195+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T20:31:34.195+10:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrations" /><title>A Bowl of Flowers...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SshyDbvLXzI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/ZuAkwzFjkgU/s1600-h/IMG_5628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388682357459607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SshyDbvLXzI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/ZuAkwzFjkgU/s400/IMG_5628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Sent by my brothers and their families in Sydney for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much guys! I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-4002793944764562764?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/c62jwW-gDy0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4002793944764562764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=4002793944764562764" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4002793944764562764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4002793944764562764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowl-of-flowers.html" title="A Bowl of Flowers..." /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SshyDbvLXzI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/ZuAkwzFjkgU/s72-c/IMG_5628.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQARH8_cSp7ImA9WxNXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-993817593996704730</id><published>2009-09-30T17:22:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:55:45.149+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-30T19:55:45.149+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving house" /><title>Life in Adelaide, One Year On</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Lennon once wrote that "life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over one year after moving to Adelaide life has changed in more ways than I could have dreamed 18 months ago, yet it also feels to be in hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much indeed for which to be thankful: the children are well settled into their schools; I am working outside the home for the first time in many years in a four-day-a-week job; we are attending a church that we like; and my husband's position has proved to be well-chosen. It would be selfish for me to resent the changes that life has wrought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then do I sometimes feel that I am camping, that I am not living my real life, or the life I want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much uncertainty. We have not bought a home yet. My job is still not permanent after 5 months. My books are still in boxes in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some days I simply ache for my old life, the life that I loved so much. I miss my friends intensely. If only I could go back in time, how much would I value what I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night I often walk through our old, dear, red house in my head. I can see every piece of furniture, I can feel every surface; the texture of the bricks; the bubbly rustiness of the stair rail outside the laundry, the smoothness of the polished banister in the hall. I can remember how the sunlight moved through each room throughout the day. I remember each little fruit tree and rose bush I planted so lovingly and wonder whether the new owners are taking care of them or have ripped them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest mistake I made back then was thinking that the life I had built for myself could be permanent. I know better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I think it is only human to desire to put down roots, to make plans and bring them to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you coped with major changes in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-993817593996704730?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/RqoxDgdBuc4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/993817593996704730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=993817593996704730" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/993817593996704730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/993817593996704730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-adelaide-one-year-on.html" title="Life in Adelaide, One Year On" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBSHo4cSp7ImA9WxNQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-5121186543473588926</id><published>2009-09-23T19:42:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:25:59.439+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T08:25:59.439+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the good housekeeper" /><title>The Death of a Microwave</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Srn_oksbY-I/AAAAAAAAEOI/u_t0Mi7MEGM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384615902008009698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Srn_oksbY-I/AAAAAAAAEOI/u_t0Mi7MEGM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Srn3mldeT4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/rxDKYoaVsK4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my 10 year old microwave oven died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet rather than mourning its loss, I am quite pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have all heard the horror stories of carcinogenic plastics entering our food when we heat things in the microwave, and while I am not certain of their truth, I am happy to try old ways of heating my food for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my husband would insist that I buy a new one immediately, but he too is happy to try going without. Our goal is to buy a new home fairly soon and it would be silly to buy a new microwave now only to have it not fit in our next kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when my mother bought her first microwave in the 1980s. She held off for a while because she was concerned about radiation entering her food, but eventually she succumbed and bought one. A teenager at the time, I scorned her fears and was pleased that she was entering the modern era. Mum soon bought a &lt;em&gt;Women's Weekly&lt;/em&gt; microwave cookbook and even attended microwave cooking classes at the local high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like most people these days we mostly use our microwave for reheating drinks and warming up meals. I have never baked a cake in the microwave and I rarely even cook vegetables in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I wonder how I'll manage without one? I've never been microwaveless before. In a week or two I'll let you know how this experiment is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-5121186543473588926?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/x75XjbdIaOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5121186543473588926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=5121186543473588926" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5121186543473588926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5121186543473588926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-of-microwave.html" title="The Death of a Microwave" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/Srn_oksbY-I/AAAAAAAAEOI/u_t0Mi7MEGM/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHQ38-fyp7ImA9WxNQFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-9222030921767509290</id><published>2009-09-21T20:08:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:10:32.157+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T07:10:32.157+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><title>Netball Champions</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrdX218ZH7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/wYRcXhRPAjs/s1600-h/IMG_goal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383868479249653682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrdX218ZH7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/wYRcXhRPAjs/s400/IMG_goal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew my daughter's netball grand final would be a more serious event than an ordinary schoolgirl netball game, I just didn't know &lt;em&gt;how much&lt;/em&gt; more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just that the audience was larger, although siblings, fathers and grandparents who had never before attended a game came to watch. Certainly, the players were more nervous than usual. And in contrast to the normal chattiness, the scorers and timekeepers sat in hushed isolation together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the national anthem began to play on the loudspeakers just before the game began, then I knew something was really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the umpiring was more serious. There were three umpires instead of the usual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of a goal scored by my daughter. She was privileged to be selected to play her two favourite positions, goal shooter and wing attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a wonderful season for our girls. Their coach was inspiring; tough but fair. She taught them to lose with grace and to win without gloating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake: they won the grand final 22-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-9222030921767509290?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/rytAy6qP_iY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9222030921767509290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=9222030921767509290" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/9222030921767509290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/9222030921767509290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/netball-champions.html" title="Netball Champions" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrdX218ZH7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/wYRcXhRPAjs/s72-c/IMG_goal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFRnc_eyp7ImA9WxNQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-857707280996317238</id><published>2009-09-20T13:05:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:18:37.943+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-20T13:18:37.943+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red house recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrations" /><title>Cupcakes for School</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrWjUVUKKeI/AAAAAAAAENw/_Xrcx9Fo6Pc/s1600-h/IMG_5472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388499305703906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrWjUVUKKeI/AAAAAAAAENw/_Xrcx9Fo6Pc/s400/IMG_5472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do all primary school aged children around the world take a treat to share with their classmates on their birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this was not a common practice back in the dark ages when I was at school, today it seems to be the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are not shy at requesting exactly what they want. My newly-turned 11 year old wanted chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing - and got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing was made very simply by melting a little butter, adding about 1 1/2 cups of icing sugar and a heaped spoonful of sifted cocoa. I then added a little milk until the desired consistency was achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Flat' icing is much easier to transport than the whipped types of frosting that are so gloriously decorative but easily squashable. And transportability is an important factor when the cupcakes are being carried by a young boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-857707280996317238?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/y7Fa9CzU32E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/857707280996317238/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=857707280996317238" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/857707280996317238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/857707280996317238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/cupcakes-for-school.html" title="Cupcakes for School" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrWjUVUKKeI/AAAAAAAAENw/_Xrcx9Fo6Pc/s72-c/IMG_5472.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YERncyfyp7ImA9WxNQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-7353929398182288040</id><published>2009-09-17T21:08:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:35:07.997+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-18T07:35:07.997+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><title>A time to blog</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrIiDP2ii1I/AAAAAAAAENo/TWv30JAi22w/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382401943851404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrIiDP2ii1I/AAAAAAAAENo/TWv30JAi22w/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere - probably on another blog - that around 90% of blog posts are explanations or apologies about why the blogger hasn't been blogging much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether that statistic is true or not, I am afraid that this post belongs in that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the demands of work and a busy season at home, house-hunting and housework, and the mere fact that with four computer literate kids it is often difficult to get near a keyboard when the urge to blog hits, I know I haven't written much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please accept my apology; I will try to write more frequently in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, we are optimistic that we will buy a house in the near future. More properties are coming on the market now that spring is here. And once I have my own home again I will have so much more blog material, material that has lacked since we moved to Adelaide and began renting. There will be vegetables to grow and flowers to cultivate, renovations to consider if we buy a fixer-upper, rooms to decorate and maybe even a pet or two for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-7353929398182288040?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/sMOFYxAWnEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7353929398182288040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=7353929398182288040" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7353929398182288040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7353929398182288040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-blog.html" title="A time to blog" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SrIiDP2ii1I/AAAAAAAAENo/TWv30JAi22w/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICR3s7eCp7ImA9WxNRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-5641118458031339253</id><published>2009-09-09T19:52:00.017+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:22:46.500+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T20:22:46.500+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out and about" /><title>Quilts, Cupcakes and Costumes</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeEEaAOXxI/AAAAAAAAENg/4n2wj9S2X-Q/s1600-h/IMG_5433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413491151953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeEEaAOXxI/AAAAAAAAENg/4n2wj9S2X-Q/s400/IMG_5433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday saw us up bright and early and off to visit the Royal Adelaide Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rides, showbags and free food samples appeal to my children, my favourite parts of the show are the baking and craft displays and the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is mostly pictures taken of quilts and cupcakes (of course), with some fabulous costumes to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeD8ry0JCI/AAAAAAAAENY/M74uPEDtOzg/s1600-h/IMG_5430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413358488593442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeD8ry0JCI/AAAAAAAAENY/M74uPEDtOzg/s400/IMG_5430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeD1u1PmyI/AAAAAAAAENQ/YuBUvVqu98U/s1600-h/IMG_5431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413239045004066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeD1u1PmyI/AAAAAAAAENQ/YuBUvVqu98U/s400/IMG_5431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDtYNzFfI/AAAAAAAAENI/Hg-f7OuxHlU/s1600-h/IMG_5427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413095535023602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDtYNzFfI/AAAAAAAAENI/Hg-f7OuxHlU/s400/IMG_5427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDgwRL6vI/AAAAAAAAEM4/2JPNArU0_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_5435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412878653385458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDgwRL6vI/AAAAAAAAEM4/2JPNArU0_Vk/s400/IMG_5435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see displays like these cupcakes I think that they don't look all that difficult and I should enter the next year, but I never do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDVNSf6sI/AAAAAAAAEMw/TNbVIJg78V4/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412680285088450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeDVNSf6sI/AAAAAAAAEMw/TNbVIJg78V4/s400/IMG_5444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeC_qyDPXI/AAAAAAAAEMg/10TTE8qwh70/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412310244932978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeC_qyDPXI/AAAAAAAAEMg/10TTE8qwh70/s400/IMG_5445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeC3DwfM0I/AAAAAAAAEMY/1-9N81Va0PE/s1600-h/IMG_5448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412162330440514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeC3DwfM0I/AAAAAAAAEMY/1-9N81Va0PE/s400/IMG_5448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCuWKzuQI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/xkO_7HpQ_uQ/s1600-h/IMG_5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379412012653852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCuWKzuQI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/xkO_7HpQ_uQ/s400/IMG_5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the costumes. Like everyone who sees them, I was stunned by the beauty and detail of the &lt;a href="http://www.jennygillies.com/"&gt;Jenny Gillies' &lt;/a&gt;costumes on display. Gillies, a New Zealand costume and fabric artist makes exquisite costumes designed to look like flowers. My pictures really don't do justice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeClZbWoUI/AAAAAAAAEMI/O5qytAI5w0U/s1600-h/IMG_5452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379411858909733186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeClZbWoUI/AAAAAAAAEMI/O5qytAI5w0U/s400/IMG_5452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching beautiful, elegant young women parade in these costumes is truly a sight to behold. I was assured by a horticulturalist that the flowers are anatomically correct as well as lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCXsJylcI/AAAAAAAAEMA/aZXMxeUrjO4/s1600-h/IMG_5454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379411623418172866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCXsJylcI/AAAAAAAAEMA/aZXMxeUrjO4/s400/IMG_5454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCLeKZYAI/AAAAAAAAEL4/s-9sOTEk1GQ/s1600-h/IMG_5456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379411413504188418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeCLeKZYAI/AAAAAAAAEL4/s-9sOTEk1GQ/s400/IMG_5456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-5641118458031339253?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/f5q9GM3y9lg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5641118458031339253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=5641118458031339253" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5641118458031339253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/5641118458031339253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/quilts-cupcakes-and-costumes.html" title="Quilts, Cupcakes and Costumes" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqeEEaAOXxI/AAAAAAAAENg/4n2wj9S2X-Q/s72-c/IMG_5433.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BSHkyeSp7ImA9WxNREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-4124159749607859122</id><published>2009-09-05T20:01:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:55:59.791+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T20:55:59.791+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="menus for every occasion" /><title>Big Mac Clones and Other Menus For This Week</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring has sprung, and with it comes such delights as fresh strawberries, new potatoes and asparagus (although I have not yet seen fresh asparagus in the shops). Citrus fruits are in season, as are spring onions and broccoli. So many wonderful things with which to create a seasonal menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are experimenting with something that is hardly seasonal but that should be fun: my eldest son has found an online video and recipe for making home-made Big Mac hamburgers, and I have agreed to let him give them a try. We'll have to make some substitutions -- American cheese is not available in Australian stores -- but I figure, if a kid wants to cook, then let him (or her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=19808583"&gt;How to Clone a Big Mac - with Todd Wilbur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=19808583,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=19808583,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe for home-made Big Macs can be found &lt;a href="http://www.topsecretrecipes.com/recipedetail.asp?sessionid=&amp;amp;login=yes&amp;amp;id=519&amp;amp;page="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pan-fried fish (dipped in a little flour and lemon pepper seasoning)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lemon wedges, tartare sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;green salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fresh strawberries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Mac clones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oven fries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;orange wedges&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken, broccoli, bok choi and green onion stir-fry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fresh fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken breasts wrapped in bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;marinated lamb wraps (lamb marinated in olive oil, garlic, lemon juice and rosemary with salad, hommus or tzatziki in pitas)&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roast chicken with roast potatoes, pumpkin and onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apple crisp with custard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baking&lt;/strong&gt;: marbled choc-caramel cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you be eating this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-4124159749607859122?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/HriXMFA9cmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4124159749607859122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=4124159749607859122" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4124159749607859122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/4124159749607859122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-made-big-macs-and-other-menus-for.html" title="Big Mac Clones and Other Menus For This Week" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqI73pbcgMI/AAAAAAAAELw/UDFOyaAqZ8A/s72-c/36HJ1WCAIODFDNCA4XKYMOCA46T0D9CAIUAHKMCA388NA8CA1ZL0HTCA913PXCCAJ7I3OHCA2IJ8MQCAZUV8ICCAFC0LAGCAPQTFZCCA5BHTYICA1SQG0RCAJ8J28ICAK7U0LECAVNXWIHCAFPXVAUCA9U00ZU.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQX86eSp7ImA9WxNREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-6678957218529552276</id><published>2009-09-04T06:30:00.009+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:51:40.111+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-04T08:51:40.111+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the good housekeeper" /><title>Expensive Activities</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqA9Q5seoxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/KvGyTMv1GfE/s1600-h/giraffes_hugging_poster-p228186273562211123tdad_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377365315654951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqA9Q5seoxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/KvGyTMv1GfE/s400/giraffes_hugging_poster-p228186273562211123tdad_525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my children's primary school is shut for Show Day. It is the first day of the &lt;a href="http://www.theshow.com.au/showground/royal-adelaide-show/royal-adelaide-show-home.jsp"&gt;Royal Adelaide Show&lt;/a&gt; and parents are encouraged to take their children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're going on Sunday instead when all the family will be home, so today it's just me and my youngest three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been considering various activities that I could do with them to make this a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we go to the Adelaide Zoo it will cost $68.00. If we buy lunch it will be much more expensive. Season tickets would make the zoo cheaper, but we really don't go to the zoo enough to make them worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we go to a movie it will cost around $60.00, just for the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we go ten-pin bowling and bowl one game it will cost $55.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we have lunch at MacDonalds we will spend around $22.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we walk to the bakery for milkshakes we will spend $15.20 ($3.80 each).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The park and the library are free, but are not really special, as we go there all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my thrifty self wants to spend as little as possible, another part of me also wants to fill my children's lives with fun and new experiences that will give them lasting memories. Unfortunately, these things usually cost lots of money. Australia seems to be particularly expensive for family-type activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Striking a balance between saving money and having fun can be very difficult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image is courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.zazzle.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-6678957218529552276?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/2j7HVwYQsUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6678957218529552276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=6678957218529552276" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/6678957218529552276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/6678957218529552276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/expensive-activities.html" title="Expensive Activities" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SqA9Q5seoxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/KvGyTMv1GfE/s72-c/giraffes_hugging_poster-p228186273562211123tdad_525.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQXc5fCp7ImA9WxNSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-7066629048708903917</id><published>2009-08-30T19:41:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:58:40.924+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-30T19:58:40.924+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red house recipes" /><title>Dragonfly Cupcakes</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSdF4-jVI/AAAAAAAAEK4/1-L_BlYGh3g/s1600-h/IMG_5394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699764970949970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSdF4-jVI/AAAAAAAAEK4/1-L_BlYGh3g/s400/IMG_5394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first cupcakes we made out of our new &lt;a href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-cupcakes-by-colour.html"&gt;cupcake cookbook&lt;/a&gt; were dragonfly cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; tell that it's a dragonfly, can't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my daughter's choice, which gave her decorating rights, although she did have some 'help' from her younger brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonfly's body is made out of white Nestle choc bits, with shredded coconut 'feelers' and chocolate freckle 'wings'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSWyfF5II/AAAAAAAAEKw/oA2DaQXyP0k/s1600-h/IMG_5398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699656682890370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSWyfF5II/AAAAAAAAEKw/oA2DaQXyP0k/s400/IMG_5398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to hand over fiddly food preparation tasks like this to my children. And they think I am doing them the favour! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSPFwW-PI/AAAAAAAAEKo/1oDDs6252O0/s1600-h/IMG_5403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699524416633074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSPFwW-PI/AAAAAAAAEKo/1oDDs6252O0/s400/IMG_5403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSEGcZAaI/AAAAAAAAEKg/_V6LNoHZ-5Y/s1600-h/IMG_5413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699335622754722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSEGcZAaI/AAAAAAAAEKg/_V6LNoHZ-5Y/s400/IMG_5413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little brother's proud creation (I love his new dark blue shoelaces too, don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-7066629048708903917?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/5vg80HEApa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7066629048708903917/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=7066629048708903917" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7066629048708903917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/7066629048708903917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/dragonfly-cupcakes.html" title="Dragonfly Cupcakes" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SppSdF4-jVI/AAAAAAAAEK4/1-L_BlYGh3g/s72-c/IMG_5394.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMSHs7fyp7ImA9WxNSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-3677960239653438695</id><published>2009-08-28T21:20:00.009+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:08:09.507+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T22:08:09.507+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red house reviews" /><title>Easy Cupcakes by Colour</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpfPfmPF45I/AAAAAAAAEKY/HMACo2GVlbM/s1600-h/large_bangzo_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374992822036718482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpfPfmPF45I/AAAAAAAAEKY/HMACo2GVlbM/s400/large_bangzo_com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpfG89WtrrI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/h-RdQWOQ4_8/s1600-h/!BYz5k6Q!Wk~%24(KGrHgoOKj!EjlLmZDmvBKjgK2NrFw~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpfGXIVWH9I/AAAAAAAAEKI/vXubZeHO8fs/s1600-h/easy-cupcakes-by-colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For months, every time I have wandered down the magazine aisle of the supermarket I have been tempted by the Australian Women's Weekly's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/186396892X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=oureho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=186396892X"&gt;Easy Cupcakes By Colour&lt;/a&gt; cookbook. Many a time have I leafed through this book without buying. That is, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't hold off any longer. Spring is just around the corner and with it comes the desire to bake pretty, spring-like cupcakes. Lacking inspiration of my own, I knew this cookbook would provide ideas. And it does, in abundance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/186396892X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=oureho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=186396892X"&gt;Easy Cupcakes By Colour&lt;/a&gt; is divided into five chapters based on colour: pink, white, yellow, blue and green, and chocolate. There are over 100 pages of scrumptious pictures of cupcakes and descriptions of how to decorate them. Pictures of the various decorations, along with cake and frosting recipes, are at the back of the book. Included are dairy and gluten-free cupcake recipes for those with restricted diets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind you, I have had very little opportunity to look at the book since I arrived home as the kids keep disappearing with it. I can see that cupcakes are going to feature heavily in next week's menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the baking begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-3677960239653438695?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/0IhqI2cIx7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3677960239653438695/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=3677960239653438695" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3677960239653438695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/3677960239653438695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-cupcakes-by-colour.html" title="Easy Cupcakes by Colour" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpfPfmPF45I/AAAAAAAAEKY/HMACo2GVlbM/s72-c/large_bangzo_com.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMHQX08eyp7ImA9WxNSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319580591691134344.post-8331085993644233677</id><published>2009-08-23T15:31:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:33:50.373+09:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-23T15:33:50.373+09:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the good housekeeper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the seasons" /><title>Perfect Drying Weather</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpDbYJSl5II/AAAAAAAAEKA/yZuCSROBIDA/s1600-h/IMG_5390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035563310244994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpDbYJSl5II/AAAAAAAAEKA/yZuCSROBIDA/s400/IMG_5390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially in winter, when it's least expected, perfect drying weather makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/1940B81BD52728DB75EDCCB82A69CB90.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319580591691134344-8331085993644233677?l=ourredhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTvK/~4/ZIpT9KsqlyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8331085993644233677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319580591691134344&amp;postID=8331085993644233677" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8331085993644233677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319580591691134344/posts/default/8331085993644233677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ourredhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-drying-weather.html" title="Perfect Drying Weather" /><author><name>Our Red House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010671352922182920</uri><email>kachadwick6@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10599072633279266183" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGm7EQe9boE/SpDbYJSl5II/AAAAAAAAEKA/yZuCSROBIDA/s72-c/IMG_5390.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry></feed>
