<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803</id><updated>2012-02-12T12:44:43.978-08:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='houses'/><category term='music festival'/><category term='rugby league'/><category term='overseas'/><category term='rental'/><category term='sad'/><category term='boss'/><category term='meat'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='arguments'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='tired'/><category term='band practice'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='poland'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='packing'/><category term='phone'/><category term='move out'/><category term='home'/><category term='Present'/><category term='knives'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='renting'/><category term='job'/><category term='novel'/><category term='family'/><category term='tv'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='promise'/><category term='sTORY bridge'/><category term='new car'/><category term='bond'/><category term='friend'/><category term='work'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='2008'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='future'/><category term='romance'/><category term='new job'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='sport'/><category term='realtionships'/><category term='reading'/><category term='disappointing'/><category term='celebrate'/><category term='advice'/><category term='lost'/><category term='realationships'/><category term='voodoo'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='quality time'/><category term='destructive'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='angry'/><category term='big day out'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='ps2'/><category term='rain'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='problems'/><category term='gig'/><category term='fridge'/><category term='bad news'/><category term='animal'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='unresolved'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='festival'/><category term='cuddling'/><category term='bands'/><category term='inspection'/><category term='cat'/><category term='butterflies'/><category term='love'/><category term='nervous'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='insecurity'/><category term='tour'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='talking'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='foster'/><category term='committment'/><category term='unsuccessful'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='music band'/><category term='photos'/><category term='application'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='gigs'/><category term='insecurities'/><category term='band tour'/><category term='survey'/><category term='new year'/><category term='job interview'/><category term='making up'/><category term='football'/><category term='driving'/><category term='ring'/><category term='hat'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='scared'/><category term='upset'/><category term='missed out'/><category term='moving out'/><category term='frustrated'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='experience'/><category term='music'/><category term='communication'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='dog'/><category term='book'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='fighting'/><category term='footy'/><category term='conflict'/><category term='passion'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='knocked up'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='house'/><category term='state of origin'/><category term='men'/><category term='career'/><category term='writing'/><category term='toast'/><title type='text'>Love Forever Strong</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is my personal journey of love, in ensuring that my 5 year relationship stays strong and eternal, through all the ups and downs and learning experiences. Here I will share what I learn through each new speed bump in the road to lasting love... because true love is worth the effort!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-7998413469553536421</id><published>2009-04-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:25:46.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>House Finance Unconditional</title><content type='html'>My partner and I are almost the owners of a new home. Our first home purchase. We have been approved unconditional finance and are now waiting impatiently for everything to take place. Settlement is due to take place on 14 April so less than 2 weeks away, we should have keys to our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means we should start packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-2556686815166893479?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2556686815166893479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=2556686815166893479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/2556686815166893479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/2556686815166893479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2008/04/seperate.html' title='Seperate'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-6565540982550490099</id><published>2008-04-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T05:07:05.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Creepy Photo Guy</title><content type='html'>My partner and I got portraits done a few weeks ago. It is a local company that comes to your home to do professional portraits with the back drop etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a great idea to finally get a good quality photo of the two of us together after so many years, so we went for it. The photographer himself was a nice guy and very professional. However a different guy handles the actual printing and ordering side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other guy came over to show us the photos on his laptop and we both thought okay, a bit wierd but it happens. He asked what we do and I said I work as a psychologist in a prison and he suddenly blurted out that his brother is a paranoid schizophrenic at the local mentally insane prison. A bit much information from a stranger but okay, whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called to say he was bringing over the prints we ordered yesterday but my partner was about to leave for a jog. I told him there was no way he was going before the guy came and made him wait. He protested and had a huff about it but I'm glad I made him stay. He said afterwards that the creepy guy did not stop staring at me the entire time he was there and completely ignored my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was leaving he asked if we were married and we said no and he went on about if we need a photographer, he can help etc. My partner said he actually thought the guy was going to proposition me right in front of him. Eeek. Totally creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are good but I will definately not be calling that guy up again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-7594084131739343884?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7594084131739343884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=7594084131739343884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/7594084131739343884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/7594084131739343884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/rollercoaster-of-love.html' title='Rollercoaster Of Love'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-2341851589428537116</id><published>2008-02-20T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:22:03.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>He came home from work to find me lying on a picnic rug in the backyard reading a psychology case study book. He lay down beside me and gave me a kiss, telling me he does want to marry me and it will be soon, but maybe not as soon as I want it. He said he doesn't want to put a time line on it and while I know that should be okay, I just feel like there is always something holding it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him wanting to wait until after overseas is yet another thing that makes me paranoid in thinking perhaps he doesn't want it with me. Perhaps he is simply trying to avoid it forever. But if that were the case would he want me to come overseas with his family? He keeps talking about how this holiday will be huge for our relationship and the other stuff will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we just have very different perceptions on how things should be and what order. I am still quite upset and this is something that I will probably continue to dwell on simply because I have no control over these feelings, but for now I am going to give it a go and see if it takes me where I want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-1390717712018281147?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1390717712018281147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=1390717712018281147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/1390717712018281147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/1390717712018281147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-8828880573947185151</id><published>2008-02-05T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:26:38.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Reassuring Call</title><content type='html'>There is a guy in a pretty well known interstate band who just so happens to be playing the same gigs as my partner during this weekends tours. We hit it off ages ago randomly at a gig and have maintained semi regular contact since. I guess if there were ever a person to instill a sense of jealousy in my partner, he is the one, even though it is totally unneccessary. But it is nice to know he is human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was Myspacing and sent this person a quick email to say I wish I were coming along this weekend. In reply he phoned me and asked if I was okay because I didn't sound so good in my message. We talked for about an hour about band stuff, relationships and general insecurities. In some ways he made me feel pretty good, in otherways, he probably provided the wake up call I sometimes need when the insecurities kick in. He pretty much says it like it is so it might have been just what I needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to now try and take some of the advice on board and see how I go about getting through this weekend painlessly. He suggested I buy a ticket and fly on down for the shows, but I know that is totally unreasonable. Instead, I'll do as he said, and try and get back into old hobbies and have myself an enjoyable boyfriend free weekend. And if that fails, there is always my niece coming to stay on Saturday night for company. I can totally vent to her. Fifteen year olds love to complain so that will work too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-4487835198997716758?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4487835198997716758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=4487835198997716758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/4487835198997716758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/4487835198997716758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-of-happiness.html' title='A Year Of Happiness?'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-4374932455209442156</id><published>2007-12-21T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:12:06.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>So Long Between Posts</title><content type='html'>Yes it has been months since I've posted any updates. Definately not a good acomplishment as far as blogging goes but I have been without internet for approximately 5 months now. Finally have it back on in our new house which I guess isn't so new anymore. My parents computer is so slow that it would rarely even load the website, but I am back now. Slowly, but surely I will get back into the blogging routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is late and there is only time for a short update, something is certainly better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and I have offically been moved out since August. On a whole it has gone quite successfully with no serious ongoing issues. That is always a good start since the big move is often what makes or breaks a couple. It looks like in our cause it could be our making, providing things begin to move forward now. Unfortunately they are still moving at snail pace for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are holding our first get together at home. A pre-Christmas BBQ with our families. It will be our first chance to entertain since we moved out. Slack indeed but we only got our outdoor furniture for an early christmas present from his parents. Tomorrow we will be cleaning and cooking and all that other stuff that goes along with putting together a successful BBQ. Hopefully all goes to plan for Sunday lunch with the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-5867411027290506143?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5867411027290506143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=5867411027290506143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/5867411027290506143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/5867411027290506143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-4366473143569313241</id><published>2007-10-23T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:15:39.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>On Holiday</title><content type='html'>Still no net but we've been in our new house for 3 months now. I'm down in Melbourne on holiday. Mostly because again, Simon is on a dreaded band tour. 3rd one since we moved out and this is a long one. He is away a week and a half but will be in Melbourne also tomorrow so it will only be just over a week apart in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going pretty good most of the time. We have been getting along quite well and fighting very little. Actually, there has been a lot of marriage talk the past week or two. Of course it is me that is doing the marraige talk but since he's been on tour he seems more and more open to the topic. He says it isn't so far away and I do have a feeling it might be proposal time when we go to Poland next christmas with his family but that is still over a year away. I have been very patient already. I guess another year wont hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon believes he will be married and a father by the age of 30. He is 26 and a half already. Time is running out. But if he sticks to the goal, at least the marriage part will be happening before then. I hope. I doubt both will happen before then though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure though, I hate band tours. It drives me totally insane when he goes off and has these big long trips with them, claiming it isnt a holiday but sees all the sights we've never seen together and then never has enough time or holidays to take the same long trips with me. Frustrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-3197871083403079684?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3197871083403079684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=3197871083403079684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/3197871083403079684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/3197871083403079684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-and-half-weeks-in.html' title='2 And A Half Weeks In'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-152329380105650472</id><published>2007-08-10T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:10:46.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><title type='text'>A Week After The Move</title><content type='html'>We started moving house Friday last week. It is now the following Friday and all is going well. The house is still in a state of mid-unpack. However, the essential stuff is all unpacked and organised. We have started to make it like a home and I am quite happy with it overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I suffered from some anxiety leading up to the move. I had a tight feeling in my throat for days and its gone now, but I think it was fear that it would all go wrong. But instead, it has been nothing but wonderful all week so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and I have been getting along better than usual. We have been helping eachother each day, patient and loving all the time. It has been fun and exhausting, but so far I have had no doubt that it was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a romantic night Wednesday night, and shared a bubble bath in our giant 2 person tub. I'm loving the bath tub very much. We cooked dinner and relaxed for the night... because yesterday one of those moments I dread arrived. Simon went on band tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left yesterday afternoon and he will not be back until sometime on Monday. I think perhaps having spent such a wonderful week together taking this big step in our relationship has made it slightly easier than usual... however I really do not cope well with the band tours. I hate the paranoia that takes over my mind and I hate the fact that he is having a total blast without me. My best times are with him and I worry that his are with the band. He tells me they aren't, but I cannot help this insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is that every time he has gone in the past his phone has gone dead and while he started well with comunication, suddenly he stops calling or answering his phone for hours on end and I panic and assume the worst. I am hoping this time he doesn't allow that to happen, but its hard with his crappy phone battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that he comes back missing me like mad because of the perfect week we've spent together in our new home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-1861604092559717719?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1861604092559717719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=1861604092559717719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/1861604092559717719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/1861604092559717719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-hitch.html' title='Another Hitch'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-319712735899352639</id><published>2007-07-23T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:53:18.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rental'/><title type='text'>We Got Approved</title><content type='html'>Yay! The house is ours if we want it. So now that just means we have to go look at it and make sure it is somewhere we can both imagine ourselves living. Really, that means it has to meet Simon's approval because I am probably so eager to move out that I'd live anywhere right now... almost! Whereas he continues with the 'we have to see if we like it first" without a hint of excitement at the good news. Makes me very nervous overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, bathrooms and kitchens are my big no go zones. If they are awful then I could not live there. But if they are good, then that is a definate bonus. And this house at least has a modern kitchen, with a dishwasher which looks good from the pictures. I have no idea about most of the house though. It is probably reasonably small but it is cheap and okay for our first house. There is only 2 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it all works out. I would love a more modern home as well but at least this one is cheap enough not to eat into our budget too badly and gives us a chance to continue saving. Simon has a car loan and has not saved at all for his over seas holiday next year. I have the holiday covered but want to buy a new car next year. This gives us the chance to do those things and move out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;I actually do not have any scars large enough to worth mentioning and those tiny ones I have, I don't even remember where they came from. I guess I didn't play hard enough as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing... its a rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;I do not really do any of these generally, unless I have the flu I might get a nose whistle, and I have slept talked 3 times... in a row... during the lead up to my belly button piercing. Strange because I haven't done it at any other time and I'm sure I've done scarier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LiSTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly heavy music, metal, punk, rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure. Perhaps it was the afternoon or the morning. I don't think it was over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;To find a rental house and make that big move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 7 week holiday I had between jobs only because my new job is very draining, but in a good way. I miss Simon while he is at band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;My photographs, camera and laptop are all very special for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Average height for a girl... 165 cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but I do not really like going outside in the dark on my own. I just avoid it so it is difficult to say if I get scared. I think that childhood fear that a robber would be hiding around the corner stuck with me so I am a little nervous in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Myself... I cannot remember what it was over but it would have been some paranoid insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.DO YOU HAVE A ONE STORY HOUSE OR TWO STORY HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;One story... it is completely flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE PREFERRED SEX?&lt;br /&gt;No preferance really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. I prefer water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE PIZZA?&lt;br /&gt;BBQ meat lovers or magarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;I've just eaten chocolate and feel a little over food right now but if I ate something else, maybe it would be another tiny bit of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;No. That is cruel and discusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE MOST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECIEVED?&lt;br /&gt;This is difficult. I have received a lot of great gifts, with deep meaning. Perhaps my promise ring from Simon is most meaningful because of what it represents and our promise to one another when we brought them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;I am not a label junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, two cats, Felix and Villian and Dad has a bird, Boris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND ARE THEY?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I already answered this. I should have read ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;You cannot stop yourself from falling in love with someone. I would certainly rather not love them if they were going to leave, but you cannot control what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;Brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Simon's mobile number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF AUSTRALIA?&lt;br /&gt;Nope but I will next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;A few musicans mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;Office work/reception at my Dad's work when I was a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing in the bath, reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;br /&gt;Nope... and I wish I never have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My ability to listen and offer good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure... my Mazda? Then I won't have to buy it myself hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes my middle name is the name of my Auntie who was in a tragic accident as a teenager and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I do not believe in those types of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;Herbal Essences, Fructis or Sunsilk depending on the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;It could be neater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Over-thinking and analysing. Physically, I do not do anything too bad. No smoking, drinking, coffee consuming or anything. Only chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I'm pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;By chucking a cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;Barbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I'm not about to count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;I do not really have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;Buffy, How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Macadamia nut or ferrero roche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?l&lt;br /&gt;My laptop comes with me in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Work, movies to see Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and relaxing with my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHATS THE FASTEST YOU HAVE GONE IN A CAR?&lt;br /&gt;With me driving, probably only 115kms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO OR TEXTED ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;I girl I worked with for 3 days who taught me my job before she left. She is great though and I'm glad we can be friends after such a short time of knowing eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE preferred SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Bosy language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying people, doing annoying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE MONTH OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Summer months... and the bonus of them having Christmas and my birthday in them. Probably Decemeber. Christmas time is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;Australia because I have no other to choose from yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;I do not eat a lot of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. FAVORITE VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;My recent trip to Cairns with Simon was perfect in every way. Or my holidays in melbourne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue/green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. FAVORITE SHOES?&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing my Red Converse all stars every day to work at the moment. Many of the prisoners find them fascinating. Otherwise I love my Emily the Strange ballet slippers and my pink Vans skull loafers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;br /&gt;Viva Italia and Martinis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. The seaweed feels too weird in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED&lt;br /&gt;There is some cop show on right now. Maybe it is NCIS or Criminal Intent. I have no idea. The last show I paid attention to - How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can play a little drums but not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;br /&gt;Neither... I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park's new CD. It is'nt that great. But its not terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince... again. I'm getting prepped for the new one soon. I think I also have a Stephen King book on the go and a few travel guides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I prefer a combination of instruments and singing rather than a solo performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 Albums?&lt;br /&gt;1.: Karnivool - Themata&lt;br /&gt;2.: Soilwork - Natural Born Chaos&lt;br /&gt;3.: The Offspring - Ixnay on the Hombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song?:&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by the Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song You Want Played At Funeral?:&lt;br /&gt;Gone Away by The Offspring or Rose of Sharyn by Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Gig You've Seen?:&lt;br /&gt;The Offspring, Pearl jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Many CD's Do You Own?:&lt;br /&gt;Too Many... more than 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 Films?&lt;br /&gt;1.: The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;2.: The Dark Crystal&lt;br /&gt;3.: The Labrynth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Actor?:&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Actress?:&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Kate Winslet or Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Director?:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure really... I often don't pay attention to the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Walked Out Of A Film?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Yes What Film?:&lt;br /&gt;I'd never walk out of a film, I want my money's worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;British Or American TV Shows?: American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 TV Comedies?&lt;br /&gt;1.: How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;2.: My Name Is Earl&lt;br /&gt;3.: The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 TV Dramas?&lt;br /&gt;1.: Greys Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2.: House&lt;br /&gt;3.: And I don't watch a lot of TV so I can't think of anothe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 Books?&lt;br /&gt;1. The Harry Potter series&lt;br /&gt;2.: The Shadow Through Time Trilogy - Louise Cusack&lt;br /&gt;3.: Anything by Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Author?:&lt;br /&gt;I like a lot, but I do enjoy the following especially: J.K.Rowling, Dan Brown, Tara Moss, VC Andrews, Louise Cusack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Many Books Do You Own?:&lt;br /&gt;WAY too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food And Drink&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Type Of Food?:&lt;br /&gt;Italian, chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Meal?:&lt;br /&gt;Pasta just the way I make it with sun dried tomatos, pine nuts, olives and a tomato based sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Non Alchololic Drink?:&lt;br /&gt;Boost Juice smoothies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Alcholic Drink?:&lt;br /&gt;Vokda sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Want From Life&lt;br /&gt;Job?:&lt;br /&gt;I have an honours degree in psychology so I want to find the ideal job that allows me to explore the areas of psychology I enjoy most, such as abnormal and CBT. I have now got a job at a prison which actually does that to some degree and thats exciting because its my first job in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Job?:&lt;br /&gt;A psychologist position that gives me a chance to do a little research, lots of clinical work, working with mental disorders and abnormalities and using behaviour modification to help people cope with their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Important Quality In Partner?:&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Quality?:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really good listener and give good advice, without being judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Would You Change About Yourself If You Could?:&lt;br /&gt;To be more secure and less paranoid about things going wrong or being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Would You Change About Your Body If You Could?:&lt;br /&gt;I would like my abs to stay totally toned and flat like they were before I started my new job with free lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thing You Regret?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have really done anything much that I regret enough to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Want From Next 10 Years?:&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, babies, successful career but mostly just happiness... oh and lots of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take the survey, join right in. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73941432665408803-7644653054295182649?l=loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7644653054295182649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73941432665408803&amp;postID=7644653054295182649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/7644653054295182649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73941432665408803/posts/default/7644653054295182649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveforeverstrong.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-weekend-gone.html' title='Another Weekend Gone'/><author><name>Harmony Sweetpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3173/642721864522657/240/z/849658/gse_multipart10184.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n9hq3i4ip-k/RnZ3Ls44rLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9h5L6uBxRdQ/s72-c/100_0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73941432665408803.post-6105663467193311991</id><published>2007-06-14T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:32:59.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>PS2 and Exciting News</title><content type='html'>Why is it that no matter how good I am at any game on PS2 (and I know I am pretty darn good), that my boyfriend still manages to beat me? So frustrating. It was a trivia game even. One of those Buzz games with the buzzers and he has won 2 out of 3. I am meant to be the brainy psychology graduate! Usually I am a pro at all trivia type games, but the Buzz ones have too much music and sport and really, I cannot out do a sport loving musican on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it also that when you have news that is exciting to you, men never seem to understand the importance? Like my news of having a job interview at a place that would be everything I hope for and instead of being excited with me, I get a 'But it isn't a job yet'. Grrrrrrr! Just be excited with me! Don't rain on my parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess men are there to serve the purpose for bringing us women back to earth and perhaps we do the same for them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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