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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;CEcFR38zcCp7ImA9WxNUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670</id><updated>2009-11-09T13:03:36.188+05:30</updated><title>Just a mother of two</title><subtitle type="html">Something to make you laugh, something to make you think, some to make you feel good--Rest assured nothing boring! (and this is NOT a mummy blog--the name is a private joke!) But of course there are 'Mama moments' too.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/qaWQ" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYHQ3Y_fSp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-2349003934222953941</id><published>2009-11-06T22:15:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:32:12.845+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T00:32:12.845+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paintings" /><title>Pencil Portraits</title><summary type="html">Many of you have mailed me asking me about my Portraits, and so I thought I'd do a post to answer all the FAQs. (That way, I can point those who really want to know to this post and save the trouble of explaining same thing each time)  :-)These are the last three portraits that I did and I am very pleased with them. (I have done about  21 so far) . [Click to enlarge] Some of you must have already&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/nC6li-MnzYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2349003934222953941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=2349003934222953941&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2349003934222953941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2349003934222953941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/11/pencil-portraits.html" title="Pencil Portraits" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SvRVKlBH4NI/AAAAAAAABzg/DMCEFr6Rejo/s72-c/November+2009+012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GR307cCp7ImA9WxNUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-7540939717090004755</id><published>2009-11-04T17:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:18:46.308+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T18:18:46.308+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Cherish those small moments (wordless wednesday No.16)</title><summary type="html">Hello everybody,      hello, hello hello! (waving hand in the air. Everyone applauds. Thank you!) :-)     Yes, I am alive. Yes, I am well.  Thank you so much to all who called, to all who mailed and to all who asked. I haven’t been online at all as I wasn’t well for a few days (horrible flu but not the swine) and then as soon as I recovered I went to Derby to visit Niall. It was awesome! (Picture&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/TPr7w_drO2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7540939717090004755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=7540939717090004755&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7540939717090004755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7540939717090004755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cherish-those-small-moments-wordless.html" title="Cherish those small moments (wordless wednesday No.16)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SvFyebxTnSI/AAAAAAAABxg/9XoMqkimWBY/s72-c/Derby+October+2009+030-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQn8_fSp7ImA9WxNVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-3242112236851988681</id><published>2009-10-26T18:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:45:43.145+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T00:45:43.145+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><title>Phoren country, Desi Dil</title><summary type="html">Apologies to all my English friends and to my non-Hindi speaking friends who read my blog  as I have used a lot of Hindi words and Hindi movie references in this post.The subtle and not so subtle  differences in living in UK and India.  For 37 years of my life I lived in India. I was born in India, raised in India, have visited almost every state in India and have studied in educational &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/93vBw2P0r0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3242112236851988681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=3242112236851988681&amp;isPopup=true" title="58 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3242112236851988681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3242112236851988681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/phoren-country-desi-dil.html" title="Phoren country, Desi Dil" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">58</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHRX0_cSp7ImA9WxNWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-7586206012146672506</id><published>2009-10-19T18:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:10:34.349+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T20:10:34.349+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Eliminate Clutter. Free your mind.</title><summary type="html">Many many  years back, and it seems like such a long time ago-- almost another lifetime as it was before I had my children--  I used to read the self help books. I used to follow the parts that appealed to me and I used to consciously mould my way of behaviour according to what the books suggested. Needless to say I would choose the books with care, and one of the books I read very early on in my&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/u1cYeAAeJhE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7586206012146672506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=7586206012146672506&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7586206012146672506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7586206012146672506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eliminate-clutter-free-your-mind.html" title="Eliminate Clutter. Free your mind." /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAER3syeip7ImA9WxNWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-4237807746144998570</id><published>2009-10-14T15:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:35:06.592+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T15:35:06.592+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Autumn starts (wordless wednesday no. 15)</title><summary type="html">All snaps clicked by me this morning just a few minutes ago, in my garden and around my home. Click on each to enlarge. This is my post for Wordless wednesday.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/DMjOPeeENz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237807746144998570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=4237807746144998570&amp;isPopup=true" title="41 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4237807746144998570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4237807746144998570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-starts-wordless-wednesday-no-15.html" title="Autumn starts (wordless wednesday no. 15)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/StWfNUKJPxI/AAAAAAAABt8/Nne_xoWZw1E/s72-c/October+2009+050.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">41</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cARnY9eCp7ImA9WxNWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-1151120402551819922</id><published>2009-10-11T17:42:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:47:27.860+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T14:47:27.860+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paintings" /><title>Especially for you</title><summary type="html">The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, said Confucius, thousands of years ago, when travelling a thousand miles probably took a few months. Yet, even after so many centuries, the depth of what he said is just as relevant.I too embarked on a journey three years ago, when I began blogging in this very month (On 22nd October, to be precise) and I had no idea what a long way I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/qz2IdelZkLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1151120402551819922/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=1151120402551819922&amp;isPopup=true" title="67 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/1151120402551819922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/1151120402551819922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/especially-for-you.html" title="Especially for you" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/StJjb1mwlYI/AAAAAAAABs8/wLaLQlK1zJg/s72-c/July+2009,+Lord+mayors+procession+042.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">67</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQXY-cCp7ImA9WxNXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-6521193781091621498</id><published>2009-10-07T13:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:08:30.858+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T14:08:30.858+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Happy Birthday Gia! (Wordless wednesday no.14)</title><summary type="html">Happy birthday to the one in the centre :-)She turns three today.( I could not really be wordless, even though this is my post for Wordless wednesday)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/STWfYh2-5bs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6521193781091621498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=6521193781091621498&amp;isPopup=true" title="46 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/6521193781091621498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/6521193781091621498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-gia-wordless-wednesday.html" title="Happy Birthday Gia! (Wordless wednesday no.14)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SsxQn0UYMRI/AAAAAAAABrU/TwdEUom6csA/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">46</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAR3Y_fCp7ImA9WxNXFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-8635958040885076963</id><published>2009-10-05T02:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:39:06.844+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T02:39:06.844+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems" /><title>The sad story of a once happy heart</title><summary type="html">Awash with numbness   Paralytic pain overflowing  A desperate pursuit   To keep a flame glowing.     But everything  exists   With a denouement definite  Even as the drama unfolds  The core already has been split.     Was it merely an illusion  That glowed while it remained?  Why did the warmth feel so real?  How is it that it cannot be explained?     Does the answer lie in examining  The spark &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/oT_-2wASxGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8635958040885076963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=8635958040885076963&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8635958040885076963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8635958040885076963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-story-of-once-happy-heart.html" title="The sad story of a once happy heart" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENQnY7cCp7ImA9WxNXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-8439881584576794840</id><published>2009-10-01T14:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:28:13.808+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T16:28:13.808+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Can you swim?</title><summary type="html">It is deliberately and consciously that I try to keep current affairs and ‘breaking news’ away from this blog. This is a blog full of Bubblegums and Candies, hot chocolate and iced tea, warmth and love, comfort and happiness and of course, delighted genuine peals of  laughter. I get hundreds of mails from people who share their lives with me and who consider me a good friend. I am humbled and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/-LRKkJyKShc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8439881584576794840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=8439881584576794840&amp;isPopup=true" title="65 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8439881584576794840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8439881584576794840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-swim.html" title="Can you swim?" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">65</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QFRH84cSp7ImA9WxNXFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-3456046614850150307</id><published>2009-09-28T14:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:31:55.139+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T20:31:55.139+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Cat on the car. Which car?</title><summary type="html">Everyday I pass him and he sits like a Lord,  and surveys all those who pass by as though asking "Halt who goes there? What is your business?"He guards it like a revered treasure and you can't help but marvel at his dedication and his supine grace as he looks straight at you.Ok--enough about the cat. You already got the picture. (Pun intended)A question  now for the Car Aficionados amongst &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/NKbOodmAGBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3456046614850150307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=3456046614850150307&amp;isPopup=true" title="48 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3456046614850150307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3456046614850150307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/cat-on-car-which-car.html" title="Cat on the car. Which car?" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SsCQaPIA6LI/AAAAAAAABqs/M5ys7T6i8GM/s72-c/Photo0059-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">48</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGRHc6fyp7ImA9WxNQF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-2771332872290242125</id><published>2009-09-21T19:13:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:05:25.917+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T16:05:25.917+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="'mama' moments" /><title>Surprise, surprise!</title><summary type="html">Most people love surprises.There are a few who consider surprises a great inconvenience and a foolish thing because it makes them deviate from their pre-planned routine which they adhere to, tighter than a lycra skirt worn by a teen at a first date to a disco. Almost all children do. Love surprises that is, not the tight skirt.A friend of mine used to tell her husband that he has to bring a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/wDDtxxelapA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2771332872290242125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=2771332872290242125&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2771332872290242125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2771332872290242125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprise-surprise.html" title="Surprise, surprise!" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SrjVWmGankI/AAAAAAAABqE/hcrW6hvbSm0/s72-c/Photo0311.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQHo8fip7ImA9WxNQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-7835955266967696398</id><published>2009-09-16T22:03:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:55:31.476+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T13:55:31.476+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Eight things I learnt from my past and a lot more eights</title><summary type="html">This morning Sunshine challenged me with a tag of 8's. Not the Sunshine that emanates from the hot ball of fire around which the Earth revolves at 66,000 miles per hour but the blogger Sunshine with random thoughts. She told me it would be hard and I cannot resist a challenge. She was right. It was hard!It really made me think. When I finished I saw no point in not posting it. So here it is:8 TV &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/nHT-HD0sqCI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7835955266967696398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=7835955266967696398&amp;isPopup=true" title="52 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7835955266967696398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7835955266967696398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/eight-things-i-learnt-from-my-past-and.html" title="Eight things I learnt from my past and a lot more eights" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SrEf_30bDpI/AAAAAAAABpk/YgfcFSNnzAQ/s72-c/Lowestoft+002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">52</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDSX4_cCp7ImA9WxNRGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-4177815540000732561</id><published>2009-09-13T22:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:16:18.048+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T22:16:18.048+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><title>Preeti's laws of parenting</title><summary type="html">After nearly twelve years of being a parent, there is a certain wisdom one gains. If you have kids I am certain you will relate. If you don’t have kids but you  have been a kid at some point in time then you will relate too—especially as certain points here can be equally applicable if you just replace ‘school’ with ‘office' :-)  I condense my findings into:   Preeti’s laws of parenting:  &lt;!--[if&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/jWVk3ZlShvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4177815540000732561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=4177815540000732561&amp;isPopup=true" title="45 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4177815540000732561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4177815540000732561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/preetis-laws-of-parenting.html" title="Preeti's laws of parenting" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">45</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDRn0_eCp7ImA9WxNRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-1679516766239785409</id><published>2009-09-10T04:16:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:36:17.340+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T04:36:17.340+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Love is in the eyes (wordless wednesday no.12)</title><summary type="html">Click on image to enlarge. Click on media player to hear a lovely song . [If you cannot see the media player click on the yellow bar at the top of the page to temporarily allow pop-ups and active-x controls for IE or wait till it loads]When I saw him I just had to have him. His eyes did me in. I always fall for eyes which look at me with sincerity. These were so alive!Love is someone looking at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/iw43QY7sz8s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1679516766239785409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=1679516766239785409&amp;isPopup=true" title="52 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/1679516766239785409?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/1679516766239785409?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-in-eyes-wordless-wednesday-no12.html" title="Love is in the eyes (wordless wednesday no.12)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/Sqgw0oolwpI/AAAAAAAABpE/BRBgHNiLSz8/s72-c/IMG_0097-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">52</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EAQnc5fCp7ImA9WxNREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-2311284891593842996</id><published>2009-09-05T02:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:30:43.924+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T03:30:43.924+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paintings" /><title>Colour your day!</title><summary type="html">A friend of mine who is based at Mumbai (who also happens to be a smart, young Corporate Banker), sends me two good-morning wishes every single day. Each wish has a beautiful inspirational message and a very appealing graphic. The pictures make all the difference to the messages. I have never asked where he gets it from, but I open my Inbox each morning and it is there. Sometimes they are perky &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/bTD41g2D6mI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2311284891593842996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=2311284891593842996&amp;isPopup=true" title="46 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2311284891593842996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2311284891593842996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/colour-your-day.html" title="Colour your day!" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SqGCz6HC-eI/AAAAAAAABo8/uQ1-aPw9ME4/s72-c/water+colour+sept+09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">46</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ERHo6eSp7ImA9WxNSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-3469889388139590545</id><published>2009-09-01T18:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:13:25.411+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T21:13:25.411+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Little details (Wordless Wednesday no.10)</title><summary type="html">"It is the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen."                                                                                      --John WoodenAdded as an afterthought--This little guy seems to be yelling "It is bad enough to be stuck in the kerb and walked over and now you've gone and frozen me forever in this image and everyone is looking at me, you crazy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/GDYPL8LsPIU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3469889388139590545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=3469889388139590545&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3469889388139590545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3469889388139590545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-details-wordless-wednesday-no10.html" title="Little details (Wordless Wednesday no.10)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/Sp0hBH6aAxI/AAAAAAAABo0/hrOTsF9bUDg/s72-c/Lowestoft+073.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUERH86fip7ImA9WxNSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-3597695878556209787</id><published>2009-08-31T01:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:33:25.116+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T12:33:25.116+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel/Places" /><title>one FINE day :)</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/ffwFosI2YVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3597695878556209787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=3597695878556209787&amp;isPopup=true" title="49 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3597695878556209787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/3597695878556209787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-fine-day_31.html" title="one FINE day :)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">49</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQXk8cCp7ImA9WxNSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-7743690802308563847</id><published>2009-08-21T19:46:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:28:30.778+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T12:28:30.778+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><title>Some bumps in life can make you smile</title><summary type="html">The last two times I was bed ridden was when I was pregnant. Both times, the doctors felt that the baby might not gain enough weight as I was too active and so confined me to bed for almost 80 days. Of course, I am very conscientious when it comes to health and especially my children’s health that I followed instructions like a very good girl and did not move from the bed at all. (Fortunately &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/IvKs9V1gwKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7743690802308563847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=7743690802308563847&amp;isPopup=true" title="80 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7743690802308563847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7743690802308563847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-bumps-in-life-can-make-you-smile.html" title="Some bumps in life can make you smile" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/So_69aRq0dI/AAAAAAAABn8/4RLRgDkJX3g/s72-c/spicysaturday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">80</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERn89eCp7ImA9WxNTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-375099356433886575</id><published>2009-08-16T16:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:46:47.160+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-16T16:46:47.160+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>Everything is all Sir Garnet :-)</title><summary type="html">This picture was clicked by me very recently at the market square in the place where I live.Do I even have to say what 'Sir Garnet Wolseley ' is? (to know who he is click on his name)Any guesses? :-)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/SP0lJ6_vE4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/375099356433886575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=375099356433886575&amp;isPopup=true" title="44 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/375099356433886575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/375099356433886575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-is-all-sir-garnet.html" title="Everything is all Sir Garnet :-)" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/Sofpjz75WvI/AAAAAAAABm0/z7profTwWOs/s72-c/Photo0211.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">44</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HRXs5fip7ImA9WxNTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-2336229311952196407</id><published>2009-08-12T14:49:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:17:14.526+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T15:17:14.526+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><title>All I want from you</title><summary type="html">                                                Photo by Ajay ChauhanWhen I reach a plateauAll I want you to do isTo point out the mountains that are still there to climb(Obscured by the mist)When I retreat into a shellAll I want you to do isCoax me out gently but firmly(Reminding me of the dreams still left to chase)When I do not respond to youAll I want you to do isKeep persisting doggedly.(And&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/cW1vtk0pKhQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2336229311952196407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=2336229311952196407&amp;isPopup=true" title="53 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2336229311952196407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/2336229311952196407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-want-from-you.html" title="All I want from you" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SoKOj4vgpQI/AAAAAAAABlk/Lm_Njp4Xl8Y/s72-c/neelkanth+mountain.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">53</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNQ38ycSp7ImA9WxNTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-8209313587165028606</id><published>2009-08-06T23:58:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:19:52.199+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-14T15:19:52.199+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Don't let age put you in a cage!</title><summary type="html">When was the last time you did something that people your age usually do not do? (and of course I am not referring to drinking binges or having sex in case you are a minor reading this and on second thoughts, it applies to non-minors too. heh heh) Think back. Think hard. If you cannot remember, then you probably need a good, extra large healthy dose of fun.I went on a rope swing recently (and I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/XKVLtGkh-tU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8209313587165028606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=8209313587165028606&amp;isPopup=true" title="55 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8209313587165028606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8209313587165028606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-let-age-put-you-in-cage.html" title="Don't let age put you in a cage!" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/Sn2OrcFUd_I/AAAAAAAABkU/6CbhetJWFFI/s72-c/august+2009+124.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">55</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQHw5cCp7ImA9WxJaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-8429602838670766475</id><published>2009-07-31T18:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:10:11.228+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-31T19:10:11.228+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny/Amusing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="'mama' moments" /><title>Barbies, Math and a very efficient baby sitting service</title><summary type="html">Sometimes you want something so badly and you have waited so long for it, dreaming of  it, biding time, waiting for the opportunity to realise your dream  that when you actually get it and the moment that you have been hoping for and living for all your life, comes true, you just cannot believe your luck. The birth of my daughter was one such moment for me. Since I already had a little boy, I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/Tt0_pNOtncg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8429602838670766475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=8429602838670766475&amp;isPopup=true" title="64 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8429602838670766475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/8429602838670766475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/07/barbies-math-and-very-efficient-baby.html" title="Barbies, Math and a very efficient baby sitting service" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">64</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBRns9fyp7ImA9WxJbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-7881142290038965630</id><published>2009-07-26T17:08:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:42:37.567+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T18:42:37.567+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>When a man loves a woman</title><summary type="html">Satish and I are both movie buffs, though our tastes in the department of what constitutes a good movie might vastly vary. Therefore it was a pleasant change when  both of us were glued to our seats the other day while watching a movie, fixed like pinions as the film transported us smoothly from one scene to the other and within the first four minutes, we realised that the female protagonist was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/Cwg9vOwsAwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7881142290038965630/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=7881142290038965630&amp;isPopup=true" title="86 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7881142290038965630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/7881142290038965630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-man-loves-woman.html" title="When a man loves a woman" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SmxCmHy5ZMI/AAAAAAAABho/gsrz8GQfuCY/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">86</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGR3w5cSp7ImA9WxJbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-408429171206885416</id><published>2009-07-20T01:09:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:28:46.229+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-26T00:28:46.229+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Keep smiling and bloom!</title><summary type="html">Sometime back when we first moved to UK and into this home where we’re now staying I was happy as well as sad, elated as well as a little depressed, joyous as well as sorrowful. It was truly a bag of mixed feelings as the move was definitely for the better, but I hated leaving everything familiar behind and starting life in a foreign land. We have been married fourteen years now and have moved &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/2OfbQoXdvxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/408429171206885416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=408429171206885416&amp;isPopup=true" title="54 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/408429171206885416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/408429171206885416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-back-when-we-first-moved-to-uk.html" title="Keep smiling and bloom!" /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/Sma4-vUEFuI/AAAAAAAABhY/BaccwpvfGpg/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">54</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQHk9fSp7ImA9WxJUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36418670.post-4481867763204975041</id><published>2009-07-12T14:54:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:58:21.765+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T14:58:21.765+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paintings" /><title>The best gift. A new project.</title><summary type="html">What is THE best gift you have ever given somebody? What did it involve?   To me, the ‘best gift’ isn’t really expensive or flamboyant or splashy. It is the ‘best’ because of the thoughtfulness behind it, the time spent in choosing it and the trouble that the person took to make it special. The pen-sets and hastily picked up thermos flasks or clocks, just does not do it for me—and somehow I can &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qaWQ/~4/iZgWFr65wC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4481867763204975041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36418670&amp;postID=4481867763204975041&amp;isPopup=true" title="95 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4481867763204975041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36418670/posts/default/4481867763204975041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-gift-new-project.html" title="The best gift. A new project." /><author><name>Preeti Shenoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01626823872300694608</uri><email>ps@preetisatish.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07908076085804781782" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnmmANfsTsc/SlmsLJ2Au7I/AAAAAAAABgI/PQVl-i4sGFw/s72-c/July+2009,+Lord+mayors+procession+118.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">95</thr:total></entry></feed>
