<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487</id><updated>2009-02-21T15:24:16.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderful world of cheese</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-116233865900200071</id><published>2006-11-01T10:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:50:59.020+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet Milky Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9bW9ua2V5LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhlMWUwYjImY249bWlsa3kgam9lJmFuPWNoZWVzZQ=="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-116233865900200071?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116233865900200071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=116233865900200071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116233865900200071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116233865900200071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-pet-milky-joe.html' title='My Pet Milky Joe'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-116173455224114757</id><published>2006-10-25T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:02:32.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare Nectarines king of all fruit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/fr_nec12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/fr_nec12.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nectarine are neat&lt;br /&gt;Nectarines are yummy&lt;br /&gt;Nectarines are good for you&lt;br /&gt;And feel nice in your tummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-116173455224114757?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116173455224114757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=116173455224114757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116173455224114757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116173455224114757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-declare-nectarines-king-of-all-fruit.html' title='I declare Nectarines king of all fruit!'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-116037409525781026</id><published>2006-10-09T16:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:16:51.435+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm old Gregg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehGYgtr9doQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehGYgtr9doQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me? Are you playing those love games with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-116037409525781026?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116037409525781026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=116037409525781026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116037409525781026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/116037409525781026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-old-gregg.html' title='I&apos;m old Gregg!'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-115683246987460764</id><published>2006-08-29T16:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:32:03.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to Heaven</title><content type='html'>Today I watched a wonderful piece of television, it showed what television can really do when its put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe as I watched this footage and had to myself in disbelief, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"How could I not know about this piece of television?" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;"why have I never before searched for this amazing experience?".&lt;/span&gt; This piece of wonderous telly also acted to re-affirmed my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for Charles Bud Tingwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you in the blogging community I wish you luck. What you are about to watch( if you click on the link below) is some of the most amazing scences that have ever graced Australian television screens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so please indulge yourself and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHwNdHmZG6Q"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: You may feel appualed or dirty after watcing this footage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-115683246987460764?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/115683246987460764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=115683246987460764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/115683246987460764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/115683246987460764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/08/close-to-heaven.html' title='Close to Heaven'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-115510324438478863</id><published>2006-08-09T15:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:00:44.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He's our Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who can name these crazy kids and their crazy rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/400/rings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was:&lt;br /&gt;EARTH: Kwame from Africa&lt;br /&gt;FIRE: Wheeler ( a bloodnut) from North America&lt;br /&gt;WIND: Linka from the USSR or the former USSR&lt;br /&gt;WATER: Gi from Asia&lt;br /&gt;and the crappy ring went to South America&lt;br /&gt;HEART: Ma-Ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... What ever happen to Marty after the show went off the air?&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/14643487-115510324438478863?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/115510324438478863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=115510324438478863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/115510324438478863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/115510324438478863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-our-hero.html' title='He&apos;s our Hero'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114976863965284076</id><published>2006-06-08T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:10:40.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spagetti, I Say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Play with me, Minnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Play with me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We can stand on our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We can hang by our knees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play with you , Freddy.&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I am eating spagetti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Now you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now you can play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We can jump on the bed for the rest of the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can not.&lt;br /&gt;I can not jump and play.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I need more.&lt;br /&gt;More spagetti, I say!&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"More than me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More than you.&lt;br /&gt;I love it on pancakes&lt;br /&gt;with icecream and ham.&lt;br /&gt;With pickles and cookies,&lt;br /&gt;bananas and jam.&lt;br /&gt;I love it with mustard&lt;br /&gt;and marsmellow stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I eat it all day.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;I eat it on truck,&lt;br /&gt;and I eat it in trees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"You eat it too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Won't you play with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PLEASE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can run in spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;And ride in spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;I can jump.&lt;br /&gt;I can slide.&lt;br /&gt;I can hide in spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;I can skate on spagetti,&lt;br /&gt;and ski on spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;And look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;That's me on spagetti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Spagetti. Spagetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That's all you can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am going to throw your spagetti away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am going to throw it all over the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in the grass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in the mud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in the paint,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ON YOUR HEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, Minnie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that look on your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You look bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You look big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You look green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You look sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You look sad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are right.&lt;br /&gt;I am green.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will rest.&lt;br /&gt;I will sit here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Let me take this away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think that I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And then we can play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mmmmmmmm! Spagetti is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I need more spagetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can't play with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now I can play.&lt;br /&gt;I can play with you, Freddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am eating spagetti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dilemas of eating spagetti by Rita Golden Gelman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114976863965284076?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114976863965284076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114976863965284076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114976863965284076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114976863965284076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-spagetti-i-say.html' title='More Spagetti, I Say!'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114955510834933899</id><published>2006-06-06T10:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:03:42.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Tuesdays are the saddest nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On tuesdays I play netball this means that I miss out on two very Fun/important things: Cheap movie night AND Neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are neigbours Stars ROCKING it out on set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ned(boy in green), but Dr.Karl is wonderful(blue)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/050606oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 145px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/050606oz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! You can even buy Dr. Karl's Cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/Front-Cover-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/Front-Cover-album.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be enlightened! Watch neighbours week nights from 6:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;( Tuesdays are the saddest nights...)&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/14643487-114955510834933899?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114955510834933899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114955510834933899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114955510834933899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114955510834933899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-tuesdays-are-saddest-nights.html' title='Why Tuesdays are the saddest nights...'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114955440351920279</id><published>2006-06-06T10:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:52:52.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelly-can do anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/peli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/peli.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/Young%20Giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114955440351920279?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114955440351920279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114955440351920279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114955440351920279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114955440351920279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/06/pelly-can-do-anything.html' title='Pelly-can do anything!'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114674648644121396</id><published>2006-05-04T22:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:41:26.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is for losers</title><content type='html'>On Monday night Marty had a bath. While Marty was batheing I watched Hotel Babylon in his lounge room. Sometimes when Marty feels dirty he likes to have a bath and get rid of all the dirt. Sometimes I wonder whether or not Marty has a rubber duck and If he doesn't have one would he like one(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night Marty played a computer game where you shoot other things. His player was called Spike and he started to yell out his name when Spike was dying. Sometimes Marty is sad. Marty made me some tea - Marty likes tea but not just 'English Breakfast' tea because he has refined tastes. Sometimes Marty gets angry when the tea isn't right - "milk in first or milk in second?" he thinks to himself. Marty gave me a chocolate muffin and made me watch rovelive on Tv. Marty didn't have a bath on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/marty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday Marty had to get up early because he was getting his hair cut. I got my hair cut on monday - sometimes I think that Marty likes to copy me. He once got his hair cut exactly the same as me. I wonder whether Marty had a bath on Wednesday or if he just felt like a shower. Sometimes Marty finds it hard to choose between a bath or a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Marty likes to laugh. He is a funny boy. I think Marty just had a shower today but I don't really know. Sometimes Marty likes to be funny when he is on the phone and he will just play music and be silent - so then the person he is on the phone to is silent as well. THen when Marty picks up the phone again he says "WHAT" really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty is funny. I wonder whether Friday is bath day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickygervais.com/"&gt;*click here to see who this blog was inspired by*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114674648644121396?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114674648644121396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114674648644121396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114674648644121396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114674648644121396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-is-for-losers.html' title='Blogging is for losers'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114619480150560585</id><published>2006-04-28T13:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:26:41.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spodd on a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/RIMG0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/RIMG0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness! "We are Whispering because we're communists..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114619480150560585?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114619480150560585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114619480150560585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114619480150560585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114619480150560585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/04/spodd-on-blog.html' title='Spodd on a blog.'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114429275814456042</id><published>2006-04-06T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:05:58.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesed off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On tuesday night I played indoor netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were down our GS (Goal Shooter) and as that posistion doesn't run very much I said I would play that posistion [I still feel tired and sick &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;* COuGh* CoUgH*&lt;/span&gt; and I can't run much because I get exhusted very easily]. I am usually a defender and I am not so good at attacking - so this was going to be a funny game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/netball_court.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/400/netball_court.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get on the court I always talk to my player (GK) - this generally makes the game better and more fun. When I said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hello, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;" to the goal keeper she rolled her eyes before squaking out a angry '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hi'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the game started she was all over me like a rash - now kids this IS what a defender is meant to do BUT she was "intimidating" by crushing her body into mine. Because she was slow she couldn't defend and even though she was continually pulled up for contact she didn't stop hurting me - she even scratched my face! All the time while she was barging me she was saying  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for god's sake...&lt;/span&gt;" because I was albe to move around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the  after one of our Center breaks (C throws the ball to someone in the centre third) our WA was tripped over and hurt herself. The ball came flying toward my third and I picked up the ball and walked over to where the WA was lying. As I was walking over the GK came over and SNATCHED the ball out of my hand saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thats my ball&lt;/span&gt;", to which I replyed "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Settle down, someone's hurt alright&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game had finished I shook her hand and held on to it for a moment while she looked away NOT making eye contact. I should have said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; YOU STUPID HEAD, learn to be a good sport or just f**k off&lt;/span&gt;", Instead I said " &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Good game, try not to take it so seriously though&lt;/span&gt;" and she barked back at me "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well if you stopped  barging me...&lt;/span&gt;" [Ah huh! Yes she was a physco].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this girl had emotion problems to come at me so fiercely (and hurt me), I would like to think so. The game of Netball does, however, bring out the worst in girls - a mean and competitive need to win at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation actually makes me think of a Simpson's QUOTE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Well Mrs Simpson, some people are just Jerks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114429275814456042?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114429275814456042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114429275814456042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114429275814456042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114429275814456042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheesed-off.html' title='Cheesed off...'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114342053812684899</id><published>2006-03-27T11:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:48:58.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>There are alot of things we can learn from SpongeBob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know kids, we can learn alot from the Flaming Lips song "Spongebob &amp; Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall of Energy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has a very good message, that to have a good life you &lt;strong&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/strong&gt; find a way to be &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/sb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will count you in, for us all to SING....One...Two...Three....Four....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt;, you see, I'm growing a mustache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though I know I must ask you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it really make me look like a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spongebob, being a manager is a tough job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you're picked to be the best spongeboss they've had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now wait a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we hit a wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we hit a psychic wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe we're just young and we won't know 'til we're old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Too young to free ourselves from this lonely fish bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some kind of wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some kind of psychic wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some kind of wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some kind of psychic wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can get a burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Come on, let's find a way to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not like Plankton, he will never be satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Always complaining about his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To his computer wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think he would've found by now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be sought as a king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't need a burn&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/sb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114342053812684899?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114342053812684899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114342053812684899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114342053812684899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114342053812684899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-alot-of-things-we-can-learn.html' title='There are alot of things we can learn from SpongeBob'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114310723925582095</id><published>2006-03-23T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:47:19.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what you always wanted to know....</title><content type='html'>I was INSPIRED by Mark's blog about Wikipedia (for once he had a blog that wasn't about TV)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, even though Wikipedia doesn't get everything right it sure got one thing right..... NEIGHBOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoooorrraaahhh!" I hear you yell! Yes, you read it right Neighbours is important enought to be on Wikipedia! Whoo - hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So settle down kids, let Wiki' tell you all about those lovely Neighbours........WAIT.... No! you don't need to know the history (I know you're all closet fans), how about we remember the pets of Ramsey Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dahl the galah&lt;/span&gt; (1994 onwards) - A galah that originally belonged to Lata Chatterji. Lata gave the bird to her boyfriend Brett Stark when they were forced to break up by Lata's brother Vikram. When Brett left, he gave Dahl to Libby to look after and it has lived in the Kennedy house ever since. However when Karl used to live in the house, Dahl sometimes made him angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( My favorite bit was went Dr. Karl got angry- he made me laugh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Casserole "Cassie" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the sheep&lt;/span&gt; (1995-2006) - Cassie the sheep is to die this year, a funeral to be shown in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( This was Billy's sheep. When I was in year 5 I though Billy was a babe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Audrey the dog (&lt;/span&gt;2002 onwards) - originally owned by Libby Kennedy, named after Audrey Hepburn. Ran away a while ago only to be found when Mal Kennedy accidentally ran her over. She survived, and now lives with Libby's mother Susan. Joe Mangel claims that Audrey has a romantic interest in Bouncer 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( When Libby moved away Audrey came back to the good place- Ramsey Street!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bob the dog&lt;/span&gt; (1997 onwards) - originally belonged to Sarah Beaumont. When she asked for him to join her in her new home abroad, Toadie and Stu duped her by sending a lookalike in his place. However, Sarah recently revealed in Annalise's documentary that she knew all along that the dog Toadie sent her was not the real Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Ahhh, Toadfish.... he's great. Bob is cool too BUT he does poo alot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Harvey the dog&lt;/span&gt; (2000 onwards) - The Scully's family dog. Joe Scully accidentally ran over Harvey, a stray dog, on his building site. He brought him home and it was decided that they would keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( The scully are a crap family and the dog sucks too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bouncer 5 (&lt;/span&gt;occasionally abbreviated to B5) (2005 onwards) - A lazy greyhound that Joe Mangel is unsuccessfully trying to train to become a racing dog. Joe also claims B5 has a romantic interest in Audrey, as the only time B5 moves faster than a slow walk is to chase Audrey. As his name suggests, Bouncer 5 is the fifth incarnation of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bouncer&lt;/span&gt;, Joe's original Labrador from earlier in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( ANYTHING associated with Joe Mangel is great! Long live bouncer 5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original Bouncer was the best, in one storyline they follow "BOUNCER'S DREAM". Damn fine Australian Televsion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114310723925582095?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114310723925582095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114310723925582095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114310723925582095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114310723925582095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-what-you-always-wanted-to-know.html' title='Just what you always wanted to know....'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114222559196943946</id><published>2006-03-13T15:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:53:11.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Hates #2</title><content type='html'>Being at Valentine Public School when I feel DAMN sick while I get strange looks from old grandma's [I know they are saying "You're too young to have a child..."(and they are right... I am just picking up my little sister)]!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN,&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, kids start "singing  yi yi yippy yippy yi..." not only is this an annoying song it increases my head ache no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS,&lt;br /&gt; I am hot and cold all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable. I will make the next post happier - at least I'm not vomiting! ah ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114222559196943946?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114222559196943946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114222559196943946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114222559196943946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114222559196943946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/03/pet-hates-2.html' title='Pet Hates #2'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114189431131255589</id><published>2006-03-09T19:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:23:33.599+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonky, sexy, incredible....</title><content type='html'>You all should read "The Time Traveller's Wife". It is quite possibly one of my favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about time (if you didn't already guess that from the title) with a jolted reality where the time changes constantly.  All the characters are flawed in such a believable and recognisable characters. This book is one that sticks in your head and doesn't and makes you want to time travel (but not like Henry). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the book says its about (It's hard to describe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Time Traveller's Wife is the story of Clare and Henry, Clare met Henry when she was six and Henry was thirty-six, Henry met Clare for the first time when he was Twenty-eight and Clare was Twenty. Impossible but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book messes with time, which is one of my favorite things to do! How much free will do you really have? How much of your life is determined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has a lot of decent poetry. The prologue begins with this lovely poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE AFTER LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The time will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when, with elation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you will greet yourself arriving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;at your own door, in your own mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and each will sit and smile at the other's welcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and say, sit here. Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You will love again the stranger who was your self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Give wine. Give Bread. Give back your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to itself, to the stranger who has loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;all your life, whom you ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for another, who knows you by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the photographs, the deperate notes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;peel your own image from the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sit. Feast on your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Derek Walscon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Make me happy, read the book so I can talk to someone about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114189431131255589?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114189431131255589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114189431131255589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114189431131255589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114189431131255589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/03/wonky-sexy-incredible.html' title='Wonky, sexy, incredible....'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-114040139982938569</id><published>2006-02-20T13:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:11:24.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/shamless_main3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/shamless_main3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-114040139982938569?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/114040139982938569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=114040139982938569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114040139982938569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/114040139982938569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/02/shamless.html' title='Shamless'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113947739074029548</id><published>2006-02-09T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:10:09.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To the callings of my heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Muppets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113947739074029548?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.joshpyke.com/' title='To the callings of my heart....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113947739074029548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113947739074029548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113947739074029548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113947739074029548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-callings-of-my-heart.html' title='To the callings of my heart....'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113464832231817254</id><published>2005-12-15T22:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:05:22.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the hill</title><content type='html'>"And you can never really see the top from the bottom. I don't pay enough attention to the good things while I've got them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was listening to Josh Pyke (borrowed from Caramel Pitt - AL FOIL) and looking at the album artwork I decided that:I want a tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;Now this might seem like another passing cheesey idea BUT i think that a fish tattoo would be ace! Maybe that could be my New Years Resolution : get a tat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who wouldn't like the look of these fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite possible that it will hurt a bit but it will be worth it to have a life-long scar! heh heh heh.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Mark: the blogging community is growing... yay...more nerds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113464832231817254?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113464832231817254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113464832231817254' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113464832231817254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113464832231817254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/12/middle-of-hill.html' title='Middle of the hill'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113402513203579109</id><published>2005-12-08T17:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:58:52.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Today as I was waving at Ange and Kiggles leaving I was Bitten by an Ant. Now my foot is red and stinging. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/argentin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; There is an important lesson to be learnt ( its either): Never wave good bye to people OR dont stand on Ant Hills.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(* N.B - the Ant did not look like picture displayed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113402513203579109?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113402513203579109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113402513203579109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113402513203579109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113402513203579109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113210003114125951</id><published>2005-11-16T11:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:13:51.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read my thoughts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/MightybooshPIC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/400/MightybooshPIC1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the funniest man alive. He has such Beautiful hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113210003114125951?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113210003114125951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113210003114125951' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113210003114125951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113210003114125951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-read-my-thoughts.html' title='Can you read my thoughts?'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113101398394907517</id><published>2005-11-03T21:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:40:34.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought you knew how truely cool I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE ABBA!&lt;/span&gt; I always have. In 1994 my Dad bought me 'The ABBA Gold' Cd and I learnt the words and actions to all those golden ABBA Hits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/abba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came in handy when I was in year 6 ( last year of Primary School) and the 'Eke'ster and I, dressed up as ABBA to win the school talent quest. We dressed up in two of the finest 60's dresses in the Murray Collection and mimed the words of 'Waterloo' for the whole school, this fine rendition was aided by some magical actions to the words. The competition was tough as we lined up against some mega acts, including TLC, The Spice Girls , Coolio (Gansters Paradise Song) and the Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/1600/portraitabba79a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8089/1331/320/portraitabba79a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our act was way cool, we got one boy to pretent he was playing the piano and Jed (who lived around the corner from me) to play guitar! Our dresses, the miming its no wonder we won! In ABBA's words "the winner takes it all...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113101398394907517?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113101398394907517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113101398394907517' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113101398394907517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113101398394907517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-when-you-thought-you-knew-how.html' title='Just when you thought you knew how truely cool I am...'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-113030676654167947</id><published>2005-10-26T15:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:06:06.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Scary</title><content type='html'>Characters from Neighbours are going to die.&lt;br /&gt; It is really scary - while half the cast are on a plane trip to somewhere in Tasmania.&lt;br /&gt; THEN some physco puts a bomb on the plane and it blows up - and they are all going to have to swim to Tassie if they want to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Cast on the plane ; Susan, Alex, Sky, Dylan, Paul, Izzy, David, Lil, Serena, Elle and Connor.&lt;br /&gt;Four of the above mentioned are going to die! Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt; My bet is:&lt;br /&gt; David, Lil, Serena and Susan! this is terrible! I love Susan. She is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I am very upset and disturbed. hmmm,  I dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope that the Bishops die because they are boring - and I really dispise Serena.&lt;br /&gt; At least my two favorite characters will not die! Long live Toadie and Joe Mangel! They are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - does anyone want to come the Neighbours meet the stars night in sydney? It will be fun... I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt; Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-113030676654167947?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/113030676654167947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=113030676654167947' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113030676654167947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/113030676654167947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-scary.html' title='Very Scary'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-112834261357289737</id><published>2005-10-03T21:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:03:34.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams til Sunbeams Find You...</title><content type='html'>I am so obessed... So I think I am going to leave my BLog alone for awhile....(you can see how long I last)... take bets I dare you. This is going to be a large post so you can savour the cheese goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on to ZINES! (Pronounced Zines not Zeens.)&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty cool if they are done right - expect these as Christmas presents kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Not Art went really well! Like last year  I didn't get to see much because I was doing TINA stuff. But What I did see was good. Saturday was the best! I didn't have to send faxes and ring people and generally be a PR Biatch. I got to work in the Bar which was loads of fun (even though I am clumbsy as hell I didn't stuff up once!). I was really excited and happy, so it sorta put a downer on the experience when a PERSON I know asked me if I was intoxicated- I wasn't, this comment annoyed me, I can be happy/silly without alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Bar it was &lt;strong&gt;TRASHDANCE!&lt;/strong&gt; And I did get drunk because I didn't have to pay for drinks! Horrahhh! Trashdance is better at the Cambridge but It was still fun at the festival club! Thankyou first timers Janet, Cuppit, Ange and Co, Fiona, Jo and Co. and the Usual Kids for coming along. You were ace! I hope you come again! Penguin dances, stupid dances, Mapole dances, hugs from a drunk Adam, more dancing til late in the night... all made for a top night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In classic Cheese style I did have a embarrising moment : the bedroom philosopher remembering me as the girl who had the nervous breakdown on the phone... kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Sunday) TINA they had a huge street fair closing off one portion of Auckland st (Between King and Hunter) - there were markets where arty/crafty stuff was being sold...&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 badges! Hoorah! They go like this: "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah! WHales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Eels are Creepy&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love Cliches&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I Liked them before you&lt;/span&gt;" and a free "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh No&lt;/span&gt;" - There was a special deal Marty actually bought the 5th one "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Look how Fucking Indie I am&lt;/span&gt;". Go Badges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARK! I lost my 'medal' at the 3 Monkeys. I went looking for it but it is lost. I was very annoyed.Its very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the night Jo, Marty and I had 'Lans' for dinner and then went to Jo's house and watshed 'Get over it'. I Love trashy teen movies and this one is corker! " Put your hand down little Steve..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I have had a very busy couple of weeks! It is a relief that TINA is over, I dont know if I will work on the festival next year but we will see... i am not sure if I want to be TINA's biatch anymore. It was nice to come home today, I have been living out of White Lightning and that is only fun for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are only 5 weeks of uni left! WOW! How time flies, just today I turned over a new page in my Harry Potter Calendar! Oh how time is an elusive beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of elusive beast...&lt;/span&gt; How Excitng&lt;/span&gt;! Giant Squids do exist! I thought Jo made them up! And they were found in Japan... Mark have you been hunting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Lets all go out theres no time to waste yeah... and if life gets you down just go out and taste it and put on your Favorite Jeans. Now you can take them on -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Hell, you can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So til my next blog (which will be a fair while) have fun kids!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry kids, Cheese is just taking a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-112834261357289737?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/112834261357289737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=112834261357289737' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112834261357289737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112834261357289737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-dreams-til-sunbeams-_112834261357289737.html' title='Sweet Dreams til Sunbeams Find You...'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-112823389035894366</id><published>2005-10-02T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:18:10.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Joke Of TINA</title><content type='html'>I Heard a very funny joke today from the bedroom philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sounds like a bell and is brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUNG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a corker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-112823389035894366?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/112823389035894366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=112823389035894366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112823389035894366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112823389035894366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-joke-of-tina.html' title='Best Joke Of TINA'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643487.post-112807826030455314</id><published>2005-09-30T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:04:20.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Play of Angst.</title><content type='html'>As part of TINA the Tantrum theatre group of Newcastle put on a play in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Monkeys&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soo wanky. I didn't really like it. Too much angst - as Joconut said "It was just immature". Which I think perhaps it is.  VERY ANGST, VERY WANKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The play did have one GREAT line in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the theme of 'The Island' famous line : "MY NAME IS LINCON".&lt;br /&gt; The play had a corker " I AM NOT LOLITA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have laughed but the actor who spoke the line was sitting next to me ( they perfromed around you) - She also threw sugar at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643487-112807826030455314?l=katiecheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/feeds/112807826030455314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643487&amp;postID=112807826030455314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112807826030455314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643487/posts/default/112807826030455314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiecheese.blogspot.com/2005/09/play-of-angst.html' title='The Play of Angst.'/><author><name>Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491004412370922099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09156204708953731047'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>