<?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-6442187</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:59:35.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Rabbit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-8811279306868707345</id><published>2007-04-04T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:49:46.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvAtDk7YpTI/RhOQfmo_JPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iKCVsacySFE/s1600-h/HPIM0552_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvAtDk7YpTI/RhOQfmo_JPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iKCVsacySFE/s320/HPIM0552_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049538479835260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a success! We splished and splashed and spun round in circles, and Matilda even went under water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off again today - so I hope it's as good this time (despite it being hotter than a sauna...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-8811279306868707345?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/8811279306868707345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=8811279306868707345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8811279306868707345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8811279306868707345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2007/04/splish-spash.html' title='Splish splash!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvAtDk7YpTI/RhOQfmo_JPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iKCVsacySFE/s72-c/HPIM0552_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-8716502338372882150</id><published>2007-03-28T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:57:35.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has almost come!</title><content type='html'>Come 4.30pm and we're being picked up to go for our first swimming lesson! I'm so excited, but nervous about meeting lots of new people too - thankfully I know 2 of the mums already going, so I think there will only be 7 other people to get to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the flipper side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-8716502338372882150?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/8716502338372882150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=8716502338372882150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8716502338372882150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8716502338372882150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-has-almost-come.html' title='The time has almost come!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-8817777140591000037</id><published>2007-03-12T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:06:40.624Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna have a waterbaby!</title><content type='html'>Great news - I've got a place to take Matilda on a swimming course from the end of the month! I'm really looking forward to it, but just remembed that I need to buy myself a new swimming costume! My old one had gone threadbear and I threw it out before I was pregnant! I don't think people would appreciate me going in a bikini, and showing off my baby belly to the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, she is growing out of 0-3 sleepuits already, and we had to get some 3-6 month ones even though she is only 9 weeks old! We spent loads on her today - she just grows out of everything so quickly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-8817777140591000037?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/8817777140591000037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=8817777140591000037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8817777140591000037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/8817777140591000037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-gonna-have-waterbaby.html' title='I&apos;m gonna have a waterbaby!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-1778663234577594230</id><published>2007-03-10T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:14:23.753Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while, but it's been a pretty busy time for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful baby girl, Matilda Elizabeth, was born on 6th January at 11.44am, weighing 7lb 5oz. I can't believe she is 9 weeks old already, and the most gorgeous little (big!) thing I have ever laid eyes on. She weighs 11lb 14oz already! I am overwhelmed with love for her - I knew it would get me bad, but I didn't realise it would be this bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a happy little thing, already treating us to the cutest smiles. She loves chatting to us in her wonderful baby language, and kicks her legs nineteen-to-the-dozen when she's excited! Her personality is coming out now, and she's becoming a real little person. She is mesmerised by our faces, and she is also mesmerised by the TV (!). She loves lying with her tummy on Daddy's hand, at arms length up in the air. She adores having a bath, and I can't wait to take her swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just a wonderful, beautiful, alert baby girl. We wouldn't be without her, and don't know how we lived before she came along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a montage of photos that I made, but you can read more about her &lt;a href="http://www.totsites.com/tot/matildawyatt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holdthatpic.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 391px;" src="http://www.holdthatpic.com/photos/954/14855.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoldThatPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-1778663234577594230?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/1778663234577594230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=1778663234577594230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/1778663234577594230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/1778663234577594230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-5962187405541461120</id><published>2006-12-06T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:49:17.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Grrr blogger beta</title><content type='html'>I signed up to Blogger beta a minute ago to see what it was like, and so far I am not impressed! I've been trying to upload pics of me and my bump, but it won't let me! Very frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else got their Christmas trees up yet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-5962187405541461120?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/5962187405541461120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=5962187405541461120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/5962187405541461120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/5962187405541461120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/12/grrr-blogger-beta.html' title='Grrr blogger beta'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-116465190683930820</id><published>2006-11-27T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:25:06.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Hounded to post!</title><content type='html'>Albeit hounded by only 1 person! I'm back - normally I post on waking night shifts, but as I am no longer doing them I keep forgetting to come back and update the world of nettiness about, well, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy is going very well - I am now 35 weeks, so only 5 weeks to go! It seems everyone and his wife is of the opinion that all "first-timers" are late, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Why do people feel the need to say that, anyway?! It seems that they also need to comment on whether it is a boy or girl according to the old wives tale of what the bump looks like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 8 days left at work, and it can't go quick enough. Counting down until my last shift on the 3rd of December! Unless anything happens before Christmas, we should hopefully have a nice quiet one - it'll be the last for a long while, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's me for now. I'll attempt to start posting from home soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-116465190683930820?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/116465190683930820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=116465190683930820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116465190683930820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116465190683930820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/11/hounded-to-post.html' title='Hounded to post!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-116258039907673208</id><published>2006-11-03T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:59:59.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Too many sweets</title><content type='html'>I bought loads of sweets for the hoards of kids I was expecting to descend on us on Halloween, and none turned up! So I have brought them to work, and I'm attempting to dish them out here so that hubby's teeth don't continue to fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, it was my Aunt's funeral on Wednesday - very sad. She was only 73 and will be very dearly missed by all. I'm glad I went, but it meant a 4 hour journey there on Tuesday and a 4 hour journey back again on the Wednesday evening. Thankfully I wasn't driving but I have had a real bad crick in my neck since - feels better today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bump is slowly expanding - I had a few comments yesterday that I actually look a but bigger now. But apparently I still don't look pregnant from the back! I'm certainly feeling bigger, and the baby has got a lot less room to move, judging by what I get stuck out the sides of my belly and up into my ribs. Only 4 weeks left at work, and 8 until my due date... although technically I could have her any time after 37 weeks, which is in 5 weeks time! Aarrghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been busy sanding the nursery paintwork, and I popped into Homebase today to pick up the paint we wanted, so hopefully we should be able to have a good go at finishing it over the weekend. There is a wall vent in the room which has been taped up for ages - hubby untaped it to sand it down, and I can't believe how much of a draft comes through it! It's made the whole of the upstairs of the house really cold. So, the plan is to Plug it and Paint it! Horrible cold weather...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-116258039907673208?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/116258039907673208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=116258039907673208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116258039907673208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116258039907673208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-many-sweets.html' title='Too many sweets'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-116124498370547131</id><published>2006-10-19T09:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:03:03.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please say a prayer</title><content type='html'>For my aunt (maternal) who passed away yesterday morning, and also for my uncle (paternal) who passed away a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be slowly losing my family, and it's a very sad feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-116124498370547131?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/116124498370547131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=116124498370547131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116124498370547131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116124498370547131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-say-prayer.html' title='Please say a prayer'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-116113011783152163</id><published>2006-10-18T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:08:37.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier now</title><content type='html'>As a follow on from my last post, she actually apologised to me unprompted the next morning. Still haven't done the stupid questionnaire, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 28 week midwife check-up, and all is well. I was measuring a week smaller than I should, but nothing to worry about at this point in time. May just be a small baby! We'll see how it's going at my next check up at 31 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bump has been quite achey today, along with my back, but I'm starting to notice the different shapes my belly makes now. Very entertaining! I'll be trying to bend or slouch over, and I can't because I have a head or something up under my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.bay has also been calling a lot recently, and I've bagged a couple of bargains for the baby. Have put some stuff up for sale, too, so I don't feel so bad about spending the money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-116113011783152163?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/116113011783152163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=116113011783152163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116113011783152163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116113011783152163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/10/happier-now.html' title='Happier now'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-116034331376747853</id><published>2006-10-08T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:35:13.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby stuff and other things</title><content type='html'>Imaginative title, I know, but I'm not really in an imaginative mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been requested to come back and post, so here I am! I feel like I've come to a bit of a plateau with this pregnancy. I haven't got any bigger recently, and still getting the comments about how small I am, which STILL piss me off. I have an appointment with the midwife on wednesday, so hopefully she can reassure me everything is ok. I'm still getting a lot of movement, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a 4D scan done, but my hubby has said he thinks it's a stupid idea, and a waste of money, and I can't be bothered to argue with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I'm not in a very good mood tonight so I'm not at full thinking capacity of witty and inciteful thing to say - maybe they'll appear next time! I was fine until I got to work, then a staff memeber asked me to fill in a questionnaire about them as part of some work they were doing. I was reluctant, and said as much to the manager that I was taking over from. In fact, I said I really didn't want to do it. This other manager then said she thought I was really unprofessional for not wanting to fill it in as I was a manager. Unprofessional! It really upset me, and was quite hurtful. I went on to explain that I felt put on the spot with this kind of exercise as you were under pressure to say better things about the person than you wanted to. She was so snotty about it, I just wanted to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then acted like nothing had happened, and it has left me in a grump ever since. Is it fair to call me unprofessional for expressing the opinion that I didn't like filling in questionnaires about people? Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough waffle. I need to eat and cheer up, then maybe I'll post more happy things next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-116034331376747853?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/116034331376747853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=116034331376747853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116034331376747853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/116034331376747853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-stuff-and-other-things.html' title='Baby stuff and other things'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115948556658458808</id><published>2006-09-29T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:19:26.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Do I actually have a craving for white chocolate malteasers, or is it just me being greedy?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 weeks on Saturday, and growing every day at the moment. Our little girl has certainly found her feet! I can go a whole day with nothing much, and then she kicks up a storm just as I settle down to sleep. I hope it's not a pattern of things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday on Sunday, so I hope my hubby has sorted something nice out for me. He was dithering over whether to go and visit his Dad for the weekend, but has now left it far to late to organise, so that has been postponed until the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be connected to broadband at home in the next week - might even be tomorrow! I can then stop abusing work's internet and abuse my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115948556658458808?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115948556658458808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115948556658458808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115948556658458808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115948556658458808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/09/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115795064891433822</id><published>2006-09-11T05:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:57:28.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've made it to 24 weeks, and that is 6 months. I'm still pretty small, but growing slowly and gradually putting on weight. I've got the next midwife appointment next Wednesday, so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main gripe at the moment is that everyone seems to have a great need to express their opinions about my pregnancy to me, and how I shouldn't be working nights (despite my doctor saying I'm fine to work them, unless I choose to stop) or I'm too small, or I'm going to get really big in the last month or so. LEAVE ME ALONE! I'm fine, and I'm not ill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I have had horrible gripy guts all Saturday night, and again to a lesser extent last night. Plus I have increasingly been getting heartburn, which is horrible. Oh well - at least I have missed most of the other symptoms so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me today as I can only get around 5 hours of sleep when I go home :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115795064891433822?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115795064891433822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115795064891433822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115795064891433822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115795064891433822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/09/made-it.html' title='Made it!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115628747879111639</id><published>2006-08-22T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:57:58.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of Freddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49186722@N00/17830693/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/12/17830693_47fc5e933c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49186722@N00/17830693/"&gt;me and freddy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49186722@N00/"&gt;superpsych&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;My lovely cat, Freddie, and me. I'll miss him always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115628747879111639?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115628747879111639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115628747879111639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115628747879111639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115628747879111639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/photo-of-freddie.html' title='Photo of Freddie'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115628698675920524</id><published>2006-08-22T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:49:46.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonderful cat, Freddie</title><content type='html'>We finally had to let him go, after an agonising debate over whether it was worth attempting to treat whatever the problem was, but we decided in the end that although it was so, so sad, we didn't want to see him suffer any more. My wonderful husband took him into the vet and was there with him the whole time as I couldn't bear to go in - I know I would have broken down just seeing him lying there. The vet actually told us in the end that he believed we had done the right thing, as Freddie was 100% worse than when he had last seen him, which was less than a week previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent the afternoon with Freddie before this just cuddling him and trying to make him as comfortable as possible, and talking to him, but it was obvious that he had already given up and seemed to be waiting for the inevitable himself. I know some people might say "he was only a cat" but to us he was part of our family and had a real personality. Felinality?! Anyway, there is a lot that we will miss about him, and I still expect him to be sitting in a corner, or come trotting into a room all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put him in a wooden box that we already had, and I decided to lay him on a scarf I had hand knitted, then we wrapped him up in some material that my husband had. I was adamant that he musn't be "uncomfortable" and this seemed the most important thing to me, even though he wasn't alive any more. We made sure he was clean, then laid him comfortably in his box. We laid a bunch of flowers in with him and a photo of us with messages on the back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now buried in a wide open field at the top of a hill outside a local village to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad that he is gone - it still doesn't seem real as we didn't really have that much time to adjust to it before it happened. But I am glad that isn't suffering any more as that was awful to watch, and we couldn't do anything to help him. I'll try to find the post I made with a photo of him on this blog, and put up the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115628698675920524?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115628698675920524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115628698675920524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115628698675920524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115628698675920524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-wonderful-cat-freddie.html' title='My wonderful cat, Freddie'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115596449096122536</id><published>2006-08-19T06:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:14:50.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, and the ugly</title><content type='html'>I've now had my 20 week scan, and everything is perfect - all in the right places and the right sizes. We even found out we're having a girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have also found out that I am going to have to put my darling cat Freddie to sleep after the weekend as it seems that he has leukemia, or cancer of some sort, plus some other unknown complication, meaning (amongst other things) that he has lost 20% of his body weight in the last 3 weeks, he won't eat, and he has just lost his spark. Can't write any more as it is too sad. He's only 9, my poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life comes in, a life goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you, Freddie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115596449096122536?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115596449096122536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115596449096122536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115596449096122536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115596449096122536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad, and the ugly'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115531731478408014</id><published>2006-08-11T18:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:28:34.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My scan pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5747/346/1600/scan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5747/346/320/scan.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my first scan of the baby, taken at 12 weeks - I'm now 20 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115531731478408014?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115531731478408014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115531731478408014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115531731478408014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115531731478408014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-scan-pic.html' title='My scan pic!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115531685509634702</id><published>2006-08-11T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:20:55.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Babification</title><content type='html'>The baby is having a bit of a wriggle at the moment - feels so odd! Nice, though. Not long until the 2nd scan on Wednesday, then I can see my little one in detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll actually start buying some baby stuff soon i.e. a cot etc. but got loads of tidying to do in the loft and spare room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this baby is going to be spoilt rotten as my mum has already bought us some presents, and so has F's mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115531685509634702?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115531685509634702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115531685509634702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115531685509634702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115531685509634702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/babification.html' title='Babification'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115465758038854609</id><published>2006-08-04T03:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:13:00.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movements on the western front...</title><content type='html'>Well, this baby business is certainly interesting! I've started to feel the little one move in the last few days, and he/she/it has been particularly active tonight, no doubt doing somersaults in there. Very strange feeling, being poked from the inside out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started discussions about stopping my waking night shifts whilst I have the chance, and doing sleep-ins instead until I go on maternity leave, so we'll see what comes of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my next scan in less than 2 weeks, so really looking forward to that. Hoping that the baby will be co-operative and open up it's legs to let us see if it is blue or pink! I'll have to have a stern talk with my belly before we go in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115465758038854609?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115465758038854609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115465758038854609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115465758038854609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115465758038854609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/08/movements-on-western-front.html' title='Movements on the western front...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-115308650954383999</id><published>2006-07-16T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:48:29.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big news!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't already know, and this is most probably everyone who reads this blog, then I have some big news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm married now, so call me Mrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm 4 months pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would write an update of everything that has been happening, but those are the 2 largest pieces of news I had to impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm an honest woman now. Or at least my husband has attemped to make me one! The baby is due December 30th, but we'll see if it's an '06 baby or an '07 baby. Could be a Christmas baby! I managed to keep my morning sickness confined to the honeymoon, and was only actually sick once, which is a bonus (in a Denny's restroom, of all places). It was just annoying spending 2 weeks in Florida (yes, we did Disney...) and feeling queasy until I ate something. Normally attempting a buffet breakfast in Ponderosa, and not managing much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had one scan, and got the picture framed at home as it is so clear. If I remember, then I put it up on here for you all to see. I can't believe (make that *we* can't believe) that there is a little person growing inside me. Apparently 5 inches from head to bottom at the moment, and planning on doubling it's size and weight in the next 3 weeks! I've got a little podgy belly, but my annoying husband said today, when we tried to take a "baby belly" photo, that I didn't look pregnant, just fat! Surely grounds for divorce, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will attempt to keep things updated a little more on here, and keep a kind of pregnancy diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back in the ether!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-115308650954383999?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/115308650954383999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=115308650954383999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115308650954383999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/115308650954383999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-news.html' title='Big news!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-114408744743599142</id><published>2006-04-03T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:04:07.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>OK, I was fooled. Clublife is fine, and hasn't been hacked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-114408744743599142?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/114408744743599142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=114408744743599142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114408744743599142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114408744743599142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-114395249702415362</id><published>2006-04-02T05:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T05:34:57.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened??</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else out there read &lt;a href="http://standingonthebox.blogspot.com"&gt;Clublife&lt;/a&gt;? I went over there just now and it's all been "happified", if such a word existed. I don't get it! Has it been hacked, or is this "Andy" really the writer of the site, and has been conning us all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he went into so much detail in his posts that it would be hard to fake at that level. Or maybe I'm just naive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm back doing various little knitting projects again - I finished a little baby hooded top for some friends, and I've been attempting booties, but they came out the right size for a 1 year old! I'll have to try them again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, and my bed is calling. Unfortunately, I can't leave until 7.30am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-114395249702415362?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/114395249702415362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=114395249702415362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114395249702415362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114395249702415362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-happened.html' title='What happened??'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-114371475930501756</id><published>2006-03-30T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:32:39.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've been</title><content type='html'>It's been an interesting time, recently. I got out of the blogging habit, so it's weird to come back to it now, and know that I've loads of news, but not knowing where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding plans have gone arse over tit - I was banking on getting some money through a remortgage, but this has taken 2.5 months so far and although there is light at the end of the tunnel, we could still be told that we have to start a whole new and long winded process to get the money we need. I still haven't been able to pay for my honeymoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work may be closing down, and we don't hear either way until May. The plan that I had in place could also fall through - it's al dependent on funding that I was promised but has now been withdrawn. I have to do my best to fight to get it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... there's so much to say, but I don't really have the words to say it all. I'll come back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-114371475930501756?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/114371475930501756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=114371475930501756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114371475930501756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/114371475930501756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113951274612120342</id><published>2006-02-09T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:19:06.133Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm being a bit lazy, I know...</title><content type='html'>I thought I had better drop in to say Hi to anyone who might still be coming by to see if I had written anything! Everything at the moment is either wedding or work related, I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've finally been told we're on our "review" at work, which basically means 3 months of trying to find someone to buy the building, then being redeployed into something crappy. Thankfully, I should have the Social Worker option open to me, if I get a place to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me emails, and check out my wedding site: &lt;a href="http://helenswedding.blogspot.com"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113951274612120342?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113951274612120342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113951274612120342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113951274612120342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113951274612120342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-being-bit-lazy-i-know.html' title='I&apos;m being a bit lazy, I know...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113849698048253334</id><published>2006-01-29T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:23:42.616Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say I'm still alive but I've been working on a little wedding project - another blog! Take a look at it and let me know what you think... (the link is in the sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate some comments and clicks on the adsense stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113849698048253334?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113849698048253334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113849698048253334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113849698048253334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113849698048253334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113709184118809180</id><published>2006-01-12T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:50:41.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorted</title><content type='html'>OK, I have managed to book the honeymoon now. At a hugely large cost of £1872, which is $3294, or thereabouts. I'm paying lots of money to come and stay in your country, guys, so you'd better look after me! If anyone feels like putting any money into my paypal account to help me out, then feel free to click on the button to your right!! I'd be most grateful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113709184118809180?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113709184118809180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113709184118809180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113709184118809180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113709184118809180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorted.html' title='Sorted'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113694393576279400</id><published>2006-01-11T01:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:45:35.773Z</updated><title type='text'>I need a honeymoon!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god - how hard is it to book a honeymoon in orlando for 3 weeks that doesn't set me back £2000 or more. I want to have the honeymoon for 3 weeks, but only have the hotel for 1 week so we can book as we go along (unless a great deal pops up...), but I can't get anything cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113694393576279400?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113694393576279400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113694393576279400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113694393576279400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113694393576279400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-honeymoon.html' title='I need a honeymoon!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113451247493009041</id><published>2005-12-13T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:21:14.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas carols - which one suits you?!</title><content type='html'>Christmas Songs For The "Mentally Disturbed"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I don't like this title, but I couldn't think of a better one..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHIZOPHRENIA&lt;br /&gt;Do you Hear What I Hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;We Three Queens Disoriented Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMENTIA&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'll Be Home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARCISSISTIC&lt;br /&gt;Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIC&lt;br /&gt;Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores andOffice and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and Trees and FireHydrants and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARANOID&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell you Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;ilent Anhedonia, Holy Anhedonia, All is Flat, All is Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock ............(better start again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me (and then took itall away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113451247493009041?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113451247493009041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113451247493009041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113451247493009041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113451247493009041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-carols-which-one-suits-you.html' title='Christmas carols - which one suits you?!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113418548718878840</id><published>2005-12-10T03:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T03:31:27.196Z</updated><title type='text'>A long time coming</title><content type='html'>I thought, seeing as I haven't posted in ages, and have just been reading other people's blogs, I should get on and provide a little reading material here, even if it's only for 2 people (including myself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I haven't bought a single thing. I think I have agreed with F that we minimalise the presents this year and buy for parents only, as it got stupid last year with the amount we spent. Seeing as we should be buying stuff for the wedding, it doesn't make sense to shell it all out again on things that people probably don't want, anyway. Money is tight, but I don't think that is going to change any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of applying to study Social Work as a masters at the moment, but I'm stuck on getting someone to be a reference. Unfortunately, the person who is willing to do it doesn't like computers too much, and these days there are no paper forms - oh, for the days of photocopying your original UCAS form a zillion times so you could practise before filing out the real thing! For anyone who isn't British, UCAS is the system we use to apply to Universities etc. for further and higher education. I can't be bothered to explain further than that! Suffice to say that it is a long-winded process. Cross fingers for me that I get on the course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have won a prize for some of my shooting skill at my rifle club tonight - although, it was for shooting 5 tiny clay animals in a team of 3, without altering the sights or getting any practise shots! I'll find out if my prowess  won out on Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little nostalgic at work tonight, making paper chains in red and green paper to add a little colour to the hall here. This time, I used tape, and didn't have to lick'n'stick those pre-gummed ones I always used to have to use as a kid. No more envelope mouth! With all the lights and trees, etc. up here, it almost looks pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113418548718878840?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113418548718878840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113418548718878840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113418548718878840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113418548718878840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time-coming.html' title='A long time coming'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-113173797072727903</id><published>2005-11-11T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:39:30.766Z</updated><title type='text'>A letter received at work</title><content type='html'>This is a letter that one of our regular clients sent to us. I thought I would share it with you all (names removed). I can't put the photos in for obvious reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you might like to see the real me. On my holiday with my old mates; in lemon dress, as (sic) my old friends wedding; chief bridesmaid to my sister's wedding with my mum, and the one of my very much loved George - the gift for taking my first steps I took after being in ITU from Oct 86 - March 87. You can see the difference in me before, out every night with my mates, 5 full days at (work place) and saturday 8.45-18.00 in (shop) in (town). Then, one night in Oct 86 I was knocked down by a speeding car with no lights on. My life taken from me. No work, no going out, nothing, just an ugly bashed body full of scars and a hell of a lot hate in, which you may have seen. The doc gives me god knows how many pills as you know, I'll never be a proper or "real" person ever again. "What's the point in living, eh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much for looking after me, I am so sorry for being such pain to you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****** x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-113173797072727903?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/113173797072727903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=113173797072727903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113173797072727903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/113173797072727903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/11/letter-received-at-work.html' title='A letter received at work'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112932370791733503</id><published>2005-10-14T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:02:07.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks again to Rednaked!!</title><content type='html'>I like this - it's a cheats version of a post when I have a cold and can't be bothered to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen needs to find some soldiers that were in the 4th Infantry Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen needs to do more studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen needs your immediate attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen needs to change her life and quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen needs you in the trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Needs YOUR HELP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions type "(your name) needs" (with the quotes) into google search. Pick out your favourite responses and post 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112932370791733503?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112932370791733503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112932370791733503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112932370791733503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112932370791733503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-again-to-rednaked.html' title='Thanks again to Rednaked!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112889508717376563</id><published>2005-10-09T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:58:07.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As stolen from Rednaked</title><content type='html'>1. What is your current occupation? Assistant Manager in a care home for Phys. Dis. adults.&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear? I think they were once pink!&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? The horrible sound this computer makes (I think it's the fan...) and the night staff talking outside.&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? A breaded chicken thing with rice and veg.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? No.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Definitely RED. I always adored Crayola red!&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? Black! It's night time, and a bit chilly.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Not sure. F last night, I think.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I stole it, so hah!&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 25&lt;br /&gt;11.Favorite drink? I like a lot of drinks - milk with strawberry nesquik is good, or a mcdonalds vanilla milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch? Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, I most often dye it reddish.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? No.&lt;br /&gt;15. Pets? 2 cats (and a spare that really lives across the road, but has taken up residence), and many fish.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? December&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? OOooooooooooohhh, all of it. I love food! Mostly fatty bad things, though.&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? I started watching Dirty Dancing before I left for work!&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? I have to pick one day in the year? Christmas day - I still love the magic!&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? Occasionally throw things, get grumpy, have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite toy as a child? TC - my bear.&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall or Spring? Autumn, as I'm English!&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? Hugs AND kisses, but only from F.&lt;br /&gt;24. Cherry or Blueberry? Neither!&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you cried? My birthday :(&lt;br /&gt;26. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes and jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;27. What is under your bed? Some boxes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Anna - she is 6 days younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do last night? I worked here, awake all night.&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite smell? Maybe vanilla? Or fried onions. CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;31. What inspires you? I have no idea. That's odd.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you afraid of? Spiders and things with dangly legs. Crane flys hate me.&lt;br /&gt;33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Plain or cheese with all the trimmings.&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite car? Not mine, it's a lemon. A nice sporty one, like a porsche boxster.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite dog breed? Don't really have one - I'm a cat lady.&lt;br /&gt;36. Number of keys on your key ring? 4, and I think I have 3 on my car key ring too.&lt;br /&gt;37. How many years at your current job? 3 or so.&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite day of the week? None! My days off.&lt;br /&gt;39. How many states have you lived in? None at all.&lt;br /&gt;40. What magazines do you subscribe to? None!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112889508717376563?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112889508717376563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112889508717376563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112889508717376563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112889508717376563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-stolen-from-rednaked.html' title='As stolen from Rednaked'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112741245704789301</id><published>2005-09-22T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:07:37.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while I know, but...</title><content type='html'>...I just keep putting it off! Work has been busy, and I've been away for a little bit, but I'm back in the zone now, and blogging a little to keep the hounds at bay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still strapped for cash, but whats new with that? Got to wait to win the lottery to pay for my wedding! Go on, donate me some cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, brain isn't in gear for this yet, so this will have to do. Send me nice messages, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112741245704789301?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112741245704789301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112741245704789301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112741245704789301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112741245704789301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while-i-know-but.html' title='It&apos;s been a while I know, but...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112572657322940580</id><published>2005-09-03T06:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:49:33.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina</title><content type='html'>Wow. It is just filtering down to me now quite how bad and devastating this hurricane has been to New Orleans. I would advise going over to Killoggs (link on right) if you want a first hand description of someone who was there - it started to make it hit home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the staff here just commented to me that we really don't realise how lucky we are in the UK. My heart goes out to those who have, are, or will be suffering due to this catastrophe. I wish there was something I could do to help, but all I can do is read the accounts of the devastation, and say my thoughts are with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Reuters.com:&lt;br /&gt;"Many stranded evacuees recounted horrific tales of murder, rape, death threats and near-starvation inside the filthy, reeking shelter this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two infants were among those who perished because help was too slow in coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112572657322940580?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112572657322940580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112572657322940580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112572657322940580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112572657322940580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina.html' title='Katrina'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112563039329333200</id><published>2005-09-02T04:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:06:33.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me money, Goddamnit!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, Paypal is working again, so you can give me lots of cash to pay for my wedding now :) If everyone gives £1 or $1, I will love you forever and send you wedding photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working hard, but that's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the people&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I mentioned where the guy was having all the affairs, and the girl didn't know about it? Well, they're having a "trial separation", but not because of the affairs... she still doesn't know, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, before you go, stick a quid in my wedding pot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112563039329333200?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112563039329333200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112563039329333200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112563039329333200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112563039329333200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/09/give-me-money-goddamnit.html' title='Give me money, Goddamnit!!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112515775125767695</id><published>2005-08-27T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:49:14.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a rich girl...</title><content type='html'>I think I agree with that old saying that money does, indeed, make the world go round. I can't seem to do anything without needing money for it. And all the bills come at once. Why is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got to find £500 to put down the deposit for the caterers for the wedding, and I need to get a cheque to the guy who is doing the music. I should really contact him about that, too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Paypal account isn't working! All of you lovely people who have tried to give me millions of pounds, please try again soon :D I have food to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working my arse (ass?!) off at the moment, too. I did twice as much as normal last month, so I'm dead beat, and still working hard. I worked 4.30-11.45 (well, I turned up at 3.45, but couldn't get in!) yesterday, and slept in until 9 the next morning, then I went straight over to another client to do 9.30-11.30 am, and now I am doing 3-10pm. I got loads of phone calls from people yesterday trying to get me to do this shift and that shift. I can't be in 2 places at once, people! Working another 3-10pm tomorrow, and I have been asked to do a sleep in here until 7.30am. Then I am working 10-3 somewhere else..... and the list goes on! I need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea - scrap the wedding, and I'll have a holiday instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just a good nights sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112515775125767695?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112515775125767695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112515775125767695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112515775125767695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112515775125767695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-i-were-rich-girl.html' title='If I were a rich girl...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112451583594970007</id><published>2005-08-20T06:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T06:30:35.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh??</title><content type='html'>Whilst watching a quiz (with friends) that asked "What is the longest animal in the world?" (answer: a kind of jellyfish), a friend of ours responded by saying "Yeah, it may the longest, but you can get bigger." !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also says you can get animals that are 3 miles long. I'd love to visit his world one day. It sounds like fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112451583594970007?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112451583594970007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112451583594970007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112451583594970007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112451583594970007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/08/huh.html' title='Huh??'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112397101723072344</id><published>2005-08-13T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:10:17.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call me Jeezy Chreezy!</title><content type='html'>Hey all. I've added the title bar so that I have to think about something vaguely interesting to put up there now. I was swimming around in the internet ether, when I was reminded of a line from one of Eddie Izzard's stand up shows, where God is speaking to Jesus, and calling him.... well, I think, if you can read the title, you can figure out what he was being called, and what he thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much news to tell. I'm working shit loads at the moment, so all I seem to be doing is either working or sleeping. No money or time to do anything else! I need a break, but I don't have much leave left, so I need to save it to go and visit some family soon. These things never work out the way they are supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the news this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F has a new bike (very sexy)&lt;br /&gt;We owe lots of money&lt;br /&gt;A lot more of the wedding is sorted now, and most of the main things are booked&lt;br /&gt;I bought my friend and apple tree for her birthday&lt;br /&gt;I may be getting a new cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the news in brief...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a message :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112397101723072344?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112397101723072344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112397101723072344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112397101723072344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112397101723072344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-call-me-jeezy-chreezy.html' title='Don&apos;t call me Jeezy Chreezy!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112368943081185788</id><published>2005-08-10T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:57:23.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I've decided that I am going to be a blog-whore, and I have stuck a Paypal donation button over there on the right ----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me a donation to go into my wedding fund! I thought that someone out there might send me lots of money so I can finally stop worrying about feeding people, and the colour of tablecloths. Anything you wanna give would be greatly appreciated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, you know you want to help a bride out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112368943081185788?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112368943081185788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112368943081185788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112368943081185788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112368943081185788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-ive-decided-that-i-am-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112328526497816306</id><published>2005-08-06T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:43:36.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. I've done it! Got a brand new template, which is rather lovely, I think. I'm still  updating the links section as the link manager I was using kept disappearing. If I have missed you off and  you would like to be included, then drop me a line and I'll add you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112328526497816306?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112328526497816306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112328526497816306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112328526497816306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112328526497816306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112257511568012865</id><published>2005-07-28T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T19:25:15.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! I've just been busy of late, and trying not to shut myself away at work too much, so that all means I've not so much time to sit and prattle to cyberspace. I was amazed to see that I was missed! Very sweet :) I'll try to keep up the posting, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty hectic recently. I've pretty much no money at the moment, and F was screwed on his last paycheck, so we're really paying for that at the moment as all the bills are piling up. Also, my car has a nail in a tyre, and I have lost the locking wheel nut key, meaning I have to get all the nuts broken off, and buy a new set, just to change a tyre! More money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F has been very sweet and brave (for him) and decided to sell a lot of the stuff he has collected, plus his motorbike, just so we can have some money. I'm working loads, so I'm really tired all the time, and he hates his job! Great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also got a friend staying with us for a while whilst he sorts his head out (splitting up with gf and selling house), but he very kindly stocked up the kitchen cupboards last night as his contribution to staying :) It was sorely needed, I tell you. I had some cheese, oranges, lemons, 2 yoghurts, lettuce and pickles in my fridge. Not a huge amount to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to remortgage the house, but there is something on my credit file that is stopping me from doing it, so that is a pain too. We could free up some capital if I could do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a quick burst of news. I'll try to change my template at some point, so that the posts are normal again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112257511568012865?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112257511568012865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112257511568012865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112257511568012865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112257511568012865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-ive-just-been-busy-of-late-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-112041525422050046</id><published>2005-07-03T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:27:34.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know why, but my posts have all shifted down since I put in my new timer (see above!). Any ideas?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-112041525422050046?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/112041525422050046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=112041525422050046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112041525422050046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/112041525422050046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-know-why-but-my-posts-have-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111922748963700572</id><published>2005-06-20T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:31:29.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, what a crappy morning this morning turned out to be, in a topsy-turvy turn of events. I'll give a brief bit of background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to supervise a certain staff member (I'll call her D) as there have been a few issues surrounding her that needed dealing with, including a client complaint. I had planned to do the supervision a couple of times, and was never able to fit it in. I then was pulled aside by my manager, who told me I need to do this supervision ASAP due to the complaint that had been made (not serious, but needed dealing with, all the same). I planned another time, and agreed it with both my manager and D, as it meant that I had to come in on my day off to do it. I later came to realise that I couldn't make the appointment due to other work commitments, so had to talk to my manager again about other solutions. We eventually agreed that I would catch up with D when I finished my shift, and she started hers after my night. This was last night. Sounds like a bit of a logistical nightmare, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, bearing that in mind, I had spoken to a coworker about another staff member (I'll call her A) who seemed sleepy on nights, and could have been sleeping on the job. I was asked to keep an eye on her during the night (last night), so I popped my head in the door to the room where the 2 staff members were sat. I saw A lying back in a reclining chair, a blanket wrapped around her, a newspaper on her lap, and her head to one side. This, surprisingly, looked to me like she was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some noise as I was going into the room, and she looked up. "Hmmm", I thought.  Later on, I cornered the 2nd staff member (C), and asked her if A was sleeping. She said no, just had her eyes closed and was dozing (this is another point altogether - when is dozing not sleeping??), but wasn't sleeping. C then apparently mentioned in passing to A that I had asked if she was sleeping, and A got extremely confrontational, asking why I hadn't confronted her about it, and that I was very unprofessional. She also said she would be calling the manager later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed from this that she was going to make a complaint against me FOR DOING MY JOB, that I broke down in tears with the other manager (Who said "People make complaints against me all the time - don't worry about it!!"). We wrote down what had happened, in case it did ever come to anything, but on reflection I don't think it will - why would you get so confrontational about it if you weren't (or haven't in the past) sleeping?? So, that was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to deal with the original staff member, D, in regards of the complaint, but in contrast she was so sweet about it, and it was an easy deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I thought would be easy to monitor, and an innocent question, blew up in my face, and the seemingly challenging issue that has been making me very worried was the easiest thing of all to deal with! I am really not looking forward to seeing A again, but D I would face any day instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post, but it had to be said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111922748963700572?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111922748963700572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111922748963700572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111922748963700572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111922748963700572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-what-crappy-morning-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111913985390804526</id><published>2005-06-18T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:10:53.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to blog this the other day, but I shot in a competition recently and found out that I had won everything I entered for in my class! That's 6 medals I have now - yey me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to catch up with one of my supervisees in the morning before she starts work, and before I leave at about 7.30am to discuss a complaint made by a client. How fun. At least I won't be here to experience the fall-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F had the first day of his access course to take his motorbike test today. Full test on Monday, so cross your fingers for him. Bless him - he was told off for tailgating today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea for another post, but may come back later and do it. Still don't know what has happened to my links!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111913985390804526?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111913985390804526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111913985390804526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111913985390804526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111913985390804526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/06/forgot-to-blog-this-other-day-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111901996671531125</id><published>2005-06-17T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:52:46.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a sheep, I know I am. (PS I have no idea where my links have gone, but I am investigating...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle once: Made inferences about me having big boobs, which was odd.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life: have I given blood. Freaks me out, man...&lt;br /&gt;When I was five: (I think) I shut my thumb in a car door and shoved my finger into the car cigarette lighter. As you do. But not at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;High school was: awkward and clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget: How to spell difficulty - Missus D, Missus I, Missus F, F, I; Missus C, Missus U, Missus L, T, Y!&lt;br /&gt;I once met: Johnny Ball. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Once at a bar: I bought a round. Boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;By noon I'm usually: Awake?&lt;br /&gt;Last night: I went out for a drink with some friends, had a chinese with my partner, drank too much wine and fell asleep on the sofa...&lt;br /&gt;If only I had: more close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to church: will be for my Uncle's funeral on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make: I hate old people.&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head left: I see filing cabinets and pigeon holes.&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head right: I see a car park. Wow, stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;You know when I'm lying when: I blush from my feet to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I think about: eating. And sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: I'll be married!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: my non-sense of direction when I drive.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever go back to school I'll: try and be cooler, and less embarrased about everything. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you when: I want to do stuff with you. And I blush.&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award the first person I'd thank is: F.&lt;br /&gt;My ideal breakfast is: Toast, lightly browned, with either P/butter or lemon curd, depending on my mood, and a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;A song I love, but do not have is: Something silly by DJ Sammy...&lt;br /&gt;If you visit my hometown, I suggest: going somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't anyone: give me a better job?&lt;br /&gt;If you spend the night at my house: there will be lots of pot.&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my wedding for: only a very very very good reason.&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: people who intentionally pick a fight. Rude people.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: touch frosted glass.&lt;br /&gt;Paper clips are more useful than: Jelly, for holding paper together.&lt;br /&gt;If I do anything well: I am impressed by myself!&lt;br /&gt;And by the way: I need to stop picking my arms.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was drunk: Last night, slightly. A week or so ago, majorly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111901996671531125?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111901996671531125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111901996671531125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111901996671531125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111901996671531125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sheep-i-know-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111807860883327594</id><published>2005-06-06T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:28:48.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>me and freddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49186722@N00/17830693/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17830693_47fc5e933c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49186722@N00/17830693/"&gt;me and freddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49186722@N00/"&gt;superpsych&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you can finally see what I look like when I am tired and I haven't brushed my hair! Also, the camera isn't so kind to one who doesn't wear a layer of makeup on my skin... The cat is Freddy, one of my lovelies. He has just come back from the vet, bless him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111807860883327594?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111807860883327594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111807860883327594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111807860883327594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111807860883327594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-and-freddy.html' title='me and freddy'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111791946865411803</id><published>2005-06-04T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:11:08.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it was high time I blogged a little blog entry, as I haven't done for a while. I'm having to really think about weddings now, as mine is in less than a year. It sounds a lot, but really it isn't! I still haven't managed to book the reception, and I have been faffed about by some woman who said she would do the photography, but after 4 months or so, I haven't actually heard from her personally. I think I'll have to give up on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully (and I am really grateful for this - I don't want to just sound greedy!) F's Dad has said he wants to help out with the wedding, and I am assuming that he means in a monetary way, so that is very very cool as we are very very broke at the moment. I am trying to decide whether it is better to save up all my "leftover" money at the end of the month (leftover... hah!), or to split it between savings and my credit card. God. Money. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my life at the moment. Some nastiness with the next door neighbours calling F a "fucking psycho" for having a (very well controlled) fire in the back garden. She offered to call the fire brigade... Also, they have built a brick extension on the back of the house, giving us a lovely eyesore view and blocking out half the light from 4pm onwards. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... time to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111791946865411803?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111791946865411803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111791946865411803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111791946865411803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111791946865411803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-thought-it-was-high-time-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111700775886408896</id><published>2005-05-25T08:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T08:55:59.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In response to &lt;a href="http://rednakedwoman.blogspot.com"&gt;Rednaked Woman&lt;/a&gt;, here are the answers to my interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What/who is the longest friendship you have ever maintained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't tend to keep very close friends, but my oldest friendship goes back to 6 days after I was born, and she is now going to be a bridesmaid at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you love most about your job? Hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Hmmm. The love part is hard, so I'll start with the hate. I hate the fact that although the carers here know that they are essentially working in someones "home", they act like the clients are priveliged to have them around, and certainly don't act like carers! There is a huge apathy here at the moment, which is hard to break people out of. I love the fact that I get to spend a lot of time on the computer/internet. Not a great plus point to the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you’re more like your mom or dad and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am actually a big combination of the 2 together, but I suppose I am more like my Mum. I see a lot of attributes in myself that I don't like, and then I realise that I also see them in my Mum. I don't think I want to end up like her, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where would you go and what would you do on your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is a hard one. I would go anywhere! No, somewhere where I can can all-inc, cold drinks, hot (but not too hot) sun, sand, sea, with my partner, being able to just relax and not worry that my fish have died (yes, happened when I last went away), or the house has fallen down (no, didn't happen!), or getting a call from work. That would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have said “Women, on the whole, intimidate me”. Specifically what intimidates you and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I feel like I am not feminine enough to compete, and often feel frumpy/dowdy, fat, awkward, badly dressed etc. next to others. I know this is awful self-imagery, and I need to improve it, but what's a girl to do? I think it all stems from being the tall, awkward and clumsy girl at school, who didn't really get any interest from boys until I was 18, and then it was from 2 who I suppose were "geeks". I get very insecure very easily - I don't often get invited to places, but see others getting invited, and can never figure out why it's not me! How sad did all that sound... but you did ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the instructions for this interview are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog-A-Thon Instructions:Here’s how it works:Leave a comment saying "interview me" if you’d like to be interviewed. I’ll respond by asking you 5 questions here. They’ll be different than those above. Update your blog with your answers to the questions. When you do so, include this same explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same manner. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you’ll ask them five new questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111700775886408896?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111700775886408896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111700775886408896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111700775886408896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111700775886408896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-response-to-rednaked-woman-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111620663319960165</id><published>2005-05-16T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T02:24:22.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://www.gizoogle.com/index.php"&gt;Gizoogle&lt;/a&gt;! Very funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111620663319960165?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111620663319960165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111620663319960165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111620663319960165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111620663319960165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/check-out-gizoogle-very-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111604694247448927</id><published>2005-05-14T05:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:02:22.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh ooh ooh! Just realised that I hadn't mentioned the big invite to the reopening of other half's pub/restaurant which burnt down. Has been refurbed (not quite finished yet), and sig. others have all been invited to partake of some free food and champers next Saturday! Lovely lovely :) I shall enjoy that most thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it will be "lovingly prepared" by "the team"... I did ask how much love would be in my food, and got the following comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me 15 minutes between courses, and you never know how much you're gonna get!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111604694247448927?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111604694247448927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111604694247448927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111604694247448927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111604694247448927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/ooh-ooh-ooh-just-realised-that-i-hadnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111603908186077298</id><published>2005-05-14T03:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T03:51:21.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadly, Ginger George has now been returned to his rightful owners, and left me with not an insubstantial hole in my heart :( They were very very pleased to see him, and so grateful that we had returned him as they thought that after a month of being missing, he had been run over. I cried all the time I was there! He is a gorgeous little cat, and I will always keep a special place in my heart for him, alongside my 2 current lovelies. God, I am such a softie. But I miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111603908186077298?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111603908186077298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111603908186077298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111603908186077298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111603908186077298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/sadly-ginger-george-has-now-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111591925474629086</id><published>2005-05-12T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:34:14.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad news (for me at least!) - I have to give Ginger George back. There was a message at work that someone was missing him, so I did the honest thing and gave them a call - have to drop him back tomorrow night. I'm going to miss him! But I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; won't miss all the pee and poo in the plant pots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sold some bits on eBay recently after a bit of a clear out at my parent's place - gathering all of my childhood nostalgia items together for a great afternoon of reading and giggling! I managed to sell a model car (don't ask) for about £20, and a set of Spike Milligan books for £10, but I put an original 50s "easy readers" book (Alice in Wonderland) on there in pristine condition, and it went for the pricely sum of £2.20. I'm pretty sure it's worth more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings me to my moan - eBay. Is it taking the value out of EVERYTHING?! You have your carboots, your tabletop sales, eBay etc. etc. and you used to be able to have a hunt through and find a genuine bargain. But these day, everyone is an expert and is selling broken board games for £5 because they're "vintage", and everything is gradually losing it's value. Maybe I'm only moaning about this because I made less money than I thought I might... I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a moaning note, why is it that when I send out an email to all the other managers here about making sure that they get all client money transactions double signed in the money folder because if we were audited we would get bollocked due to the complete lack of procedure being followed, that they decide that they will maybe read the email (I have no idea if they have or not), but decide that they really can't be bothered to follow my instructions? I have now (as instructed by my line manager) sent them all individual emails detailing the clients that they haven't had double signed and asking that they do this, and I have copied this to my manager. Am I missing something, or is getting a quick squiggle on a piece of paper you already have out too hard? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to add yourself to my bloglinker list on the right if you drop by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111591925474629086?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111591925474629086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111591925474629086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111591925474629086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111591925474629086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-news-for-me-at-least-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111558366040377416</id><published>2005-05-08T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:21:00.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I have recently rediscovered the "100 things about me" posts, so I feel like redoing mine, whipping that bad boy off the side bar there, and replacing him with a link to this list! Sounds like a plan for a less busy side bar, I hear you say, and you'd be right! OK, so here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 things about ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am 24.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am female, but don't always feel completely feminine.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am WAY too emotional sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5. I tend to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;6. I currently have red hair with some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;7. I own 2 cats, and am fostering a 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have piranhas, oscars, and assorted other tropical fish, including snails.&lt;br /&gt;9. I shoot holes in bits of paper for a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;10. I live in Devon, my lover.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am daily frustrated by how little people care for the people they are supposed to care for.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a bad habit of picking at my upper arms.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was once diagnosed with depression, and on meds for a year whilst at uni.&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't keep in contact with any of my friends from uni.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am getting married in May 2006!&lt;br /&gt;16. I can waste many hours on a computer and the net.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am extremely broody.&lt;br /&gt;18. I know a secret about a cheater, but I can't tell the cheatee.&lt;br /&gt;19. I smoke pot. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't like coffee, and have given up sugar in my tea.&lt;br /&gt;21. I have irrational fear of all things creepy and crawly.&lt;br /&gt;22. And the dark.&lt;br /&gt;23. And people walking behind me.&lt;br /&gt;24. And dying.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am 5 ft 8.&lt;br /&gt;26. I love wearing heels, but don't get to do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;27. I work in a care home for physically disabled adults.&lt;br /&gt;28. Some days I hate it, and some days I don't so much.&lt;br /&gt;29. I have a degree in Psychology, and I'm not using it.&lt;br /&gt;30. I have a great love for nearly all things musical.&lt;br /&gt;31. And animal.&lt;br /&gt;32. I confess that I see cruelty to animals as worse than cruelty to people.&lt;br /&gt;33. I will never give blood.&lt;br /&gt;34. I have no appendix.&lt;br /&gt;35. My feet are size 8 (UK).&lt;br /&gt;36. I enjoy reading, but don't do enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;37. I love car boot sales, but never find anything I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;38. I used to have my tongue pierced but took it out after a year.&lt;br /&gt;39. I have a tattoo of a black widow spider on my right shoulder blade.&lt;br /&gt;40. I don't like spiders.&lt;br /&gt;41. I love my tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;42. I used to wish that I had glasses.&lt;br /&gt;43. Or a brace.&lt;br /&gt;44. I have since concluded that I am very thankful to have both good teeth and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;45. I always spend more than I earn.&lt;br /&gt;46. I can't eat spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;47. I hate the word "pack"...&lt;br /&gt;48. I wear a watch worth £750 to a job where I have to clean up bodily fluids sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;49. I hate being on the pill, and frequently forget to take it.&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm not sure there are 100 things to tell about me.&lt;br /&gt;51. I have a published book dedicated to me.&lt;br /&gt;52. My house is always cluttered and messy.&lt;br /&gt;53. I HATE CLEANING.&lt;br /&gt;54. My home-made cookies are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;55. I am a part-time Christian.&lt;br /&gt;56. I have cheated, but not on my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;57. I wish I had paid more attention as a child.&lt;br /&gt;58. My parents are getting divorced.&lt;br /&gt;59. Sometimes I have weird and mental thoughts that I would like to experience different mental illnesses just to see what they are like.&lt;br /&gt;60. Maybe that is a mental illness of it's own...&lt;br /&gt;61. My custard is always lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;62. I am voyeuristic by nature, but not sexually.&lt;br /&gt;63. I would love to be keen to exercise, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;64. I wish I was more popular.&lt;br /&gt;65. I don't get invited to much.&lt;br /&gt;66. I still love my student drink of Snakebite and Black. A lot of bars won't serve it.&lt;br /&gt;67. I haven't tried many spirits.&lt;br /&gt;68. I don't like coconut.&lt;br /&gt;69. Or mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;70. I can't touch my nails to frosted glass as it sets my teeth on edge.&lt;br /&gt;71. I am the guarantor in my Dad's will.&lt;br /&gt;72. I want to be buried when I die, and not cremated.&lt;br /&gt;73. But I'd rather not die at all.&lt;br /&gt;74. I love the smell of my fiance's breath.&lt;br /&gt;75. I love finding out that someone finds me attractive, but I'm also extremely embarrassed and would never act on it.&lt;br /&gt;76. I have one filling.&lt;br /&gt;77. I have blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;78. To get my fix of babies, I watch baby and midwife programmes in the day.&lt;br /&gt;79. I lost a baby 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;80. To this day that kills me inside, but not many people who know me know that.&lt;br /&gt;81. I sometimes think I am a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;82. I am not very tactile - only with my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;83. I love 80s kids cartoons and shows.&lt;br /&gt;84. I have a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;85. I miss singing as part of a choir like I would miss a limb being removed.&lt;br /&gt;86. Smoking has fucked up my voice.&lt;br /&gt;87. But I still say I am a non-smoker as a technicality due to the fact that I have never smoked straight tobacco...&lt;br /&gt;88. I would love to do magic shrooms again.&lt;br /&gt;89. I get on much better with men than with women.&lt;br /&gt;90. Women, on the whole, intimidate me.&lt;br /&gt;91. I also get intimidated by children.&lt;br /&gt;92. And embarrassed talking to men.&lt;br /&gt;93. I think I'm a bit of a freak!&lt;br /&gt;94. My partner doesn't know about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;95. I have bad days where I get quite paranoid about my partner.&lt;br /&gt;96. I would like to be more motivated and productive, but I am too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;97. But not too lazy to write this list, which is on work time.&lt;br /&gt;98. I really hate working nights as it fucks up my body clock.&lt;br /&gt;99. I wish I saw more of my family.&lt;br /&gt;100. I love my fiance with my whole heart, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;(101. There are 100 things about me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111558366040377416?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111558366040377416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111558366040377416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111558366040377416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111558366040377416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-i-have-recently-rediscovered-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111557634879793432</id><published>2005-05-08T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:19:08.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah! Who'da guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/lvn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Lolita&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with&lt;br /&gt;sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every&lt;br /&gt;way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes&lt;br /&gt;this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and&lt;br /&gt;probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away from children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111557634879793432?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111557634879793432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111557634879793432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111557634879793432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111557634879793432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/hah-whoda-guessed-it-youre-lolita-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111556878660083930</id><published>2005-05-08T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:13:06.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What has happened to &lt;a href="http://tequilamockingbird.blogspot.com"&gt;Tequila Mockingbird&lt;/a&gt;?? It seems that she has not posted for over a month, which is out of character, and people are getting worried. The hunt has been started in the hope that someone knows someone who knows what has happened to Julia (6 degrees of seperation!). Check out &lt;a href="http://pomosprachspielen.blogspot.com/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111556878660083930?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111556878660083930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111556878660083930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111556878660083930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111556878660083930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-has-happened-to-tequila.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111548907033553778</id><published>2005-05-07T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:10:23.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My list of things to do this afternoon (client's names have been altered!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;William - olive oil in blocked ear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Buy Daniel cigarettes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pay aromatherapy monies&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-type month end finance sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Meet with Joe&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Email Elaine re NVQs/supervisees&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get Daniel to elevate legs in the afternoon&lt;/strike&gt; and at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Encourage fluids with Emma, and give 2 x docusate for bowels&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-type dates for bank holiday working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send email re Joe's electric chair not working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Send email to all manager's re their complete lack of being able to get money transactions double signed, and the consequences if we were audited and I hadn't gone through and done it on their behalf...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-type social lists, keyworker lists and bath date lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compile info on assertiveness training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that is just the extra stuff I have to do over the weekend! I know it looks like a lot, but it's not too bad - just stuff I have been avoiding, really! I'll try and cross things off as I get to them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111548907033553778?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111548907033553778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111548907033553778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548907033553778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548907033553778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-list-of-things-to-do-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111548048317876753</id><published>2005-05-07T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:41:23.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been recieving a lot of spam recently, most of it centred around "You have been selected for the lowest mortgage rate!". I decided that I have had enough of these, so I wrote them back! I know that I will now most likely get one million more emails, but it certainly made me feel better at the time...! This is the reply that I send:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look, you have sent me about 5000000000000000000000000000 emails about&lt;br /&gt;stupid mortgage rates in AMERICAN DOLLARS. I am NOT American. I am&lt;br /&gt;CERTAINLY not interested in your "lowest rates" that I have been&lt;br /&gt;supposedly approved for. If you continue to bombard my email address&lt;br /&gt;with junk, then I will be forced to put all of the email addresses I&lt;br /&gt;receive shitty stupid email from on the internet and encourage others&lt;br /&gt;to spam YOU. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF. Please!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111548048317876753?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111548048317876753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111548048317876753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548048317876753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548048317876753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-been-recieving-lot-of-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111548031733405877</id><published>2005-05-07T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:38:37.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just received this email from one Estella Meeks, and at first I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It seems to be a spam email, but it is written more in the style of a student email?! Very odd, and very disjointed, but worth a read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now presenting:&lt;br /&gt;You know you've allways wanted it - watchees: elegent, fancy, impressive repliccas!&lt;br /&gt;You can impress you're lady/man with:&lt;br /&gt;roleex (including vip roleex), carttier, braitling, bulgari and much much more...&lt;br /&gt;The bast brand s in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Just naame it - We got it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm i just can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;http://crate.rosserniikl.com/?UaqqqZV0EY_wnooconcession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shauna hi best buddy in the whole wide world! its ur favorite bffl me!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;overall a pretty empty common room and an hour before i have to leave for class with little else to do except post.&lt;br /&gt;hey! cute neices nephews ya got there! thanks alot for stopping by my web site and signing my guestbook and by the way i live in michigan too!&lt;br /&gt;once you begin using your journal you can view statistics in your members area to see how many people are reading your journal as well as where they come from.&lt;br /&gt;count the royals among the interested parties if the angels choose to part with suspended outfielder.&lt;br /&gt;concentration is the ability to think about absolutely nothing when it is absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;white feminist women openly degrade foreign women by calling them whores property submissive etc all because foreign women dare to date and m arry american and western european men.&lt;br /&gt;chris me again i just checked and it s under journal privacy hope that helps have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;living in england you are very luck to have a league so fin.&lt;br /&gt;putting it back to stock fixing the damage that was done to it when it was stolen and partially stripped putting all the go fast stuff into my syclone.&lt;br /&gt;ram air hood computer turbo intake tires airbags window tint tonneu cover carpet bedliner air dam and more.&lt;br /&gt;ami kvo da ti kaja te niakoi hora ti go kazaha biva ma mnogo postno neshto samo s tia text links neshto po interaktivno kato cheli ne bi bilo zle.&lt;br /&gt;for more detailed information check my homepage measurements done with a g-tech currently averaged out of three runs.&lt;br /&gt;guy where are you? i am in the lab look up are you using benji s computer? guy.&lt;br /&gt;jas i havent been here in a while good job i hope that things are going well at college have a fun christmas break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111548031733405877?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111548031733405877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111548031733405877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548031733405877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111548031733405877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-just-received-this-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111516834020690000</id><published>2005-05-04T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:59:00.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at work, visiting a client before he settles down for bed, and when I walk away I hear "BASTARD!!!" in what sounds like a very heartfelt manner being yelled from the room next door. Not entirely sure what to make of that, but then that client (we'll call him Angry ABI) does like (probably not the right word, but never mind!) to shout at people moving chairs, not speaking loudly enough, making what he deems to be "stupid" comments etc. etc. and you will always be treated to a selection of his "angry" vocabularly e.g. "Stupid fucking bitch" muttered under the breath after a comment made by a carer that it was a nice day, or some such mundanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see why I was, and wasn't, bothered. He was most likely yelling at a newscaster on the TV... but maybe he was just having a good shout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of work to do tonight, so I really ought to get up and do some. Well, I say it's a lot, but it's not really. I just hate having to do things on a night duty that involve me using my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of using my brain, I had a good sort through my parent's loft yesterday and came away with 2 boxes of nostalgia items (and a few for eBay!). I had a bag of letters from an ex, both from before and during the relationship (interesting reading), some old drawings which were quite cute and amusing (myself and my mother both thought I had drawn a psychodelic mushroom, but we soon realised that it was actually a boat and we had it upside down. Shame!), and nearly all my old school reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and had a great read of those earlier today, and it made me wonder why I either couldn't or didn't want to take on board the teachers comments, which seem very full of praise when reading back now, up to 13 years on. My own writing was very self-deprecating, and I noticed a running theme of "I need to improve my confidence and speaking up in class". Unfortunately the same still applies now, and I need to improve my confidence and speaking up in front of twats and bitches at work. I think I need to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that I didn't ever push myself more in school as I think I could have done so much better. I remember hating PE, for example, but reading back in my reports, I always wrote that enjoyed it for the most part. But now, I am a lazy bitch, and almost always detest doing any physical work. But it is no use regretting these things now unless I am willing to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat has settled in a little better now, and was cutely sitting on my chest while I (sadly) watched Ready Steady Cook. Still some hissing and growling between all parties, but less physical alterations! One more week for him in "bedroom prison", and he can be set free to roam the back garden. I hope that no one is crying for this cat as that would break my heart to think that I had stolen him from someone, albeit with the greatest of intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read the blogs on my blog linker list, add yourself, and COMMMENT COMMENT COMMENT! (Even if you came here looking for sillyrabbit.com, I'd still like to know that you exist!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111516834020690000?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111516834020690000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111516834020690000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111516834020690000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111516834020690000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-at-work-visiting-client-before-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111483357809133960</id><published>2005-04-30T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T04:59:38.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like &lt;a href="http://www.csun.edu/~dgw61315/thetwothings.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article about The Two Things. I'm having a hard time coming up with two things for anything at the moment, but my excuse is that it is 5am, and I don't wanna, godammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111483357809133960?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111483357809133960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111483357809133960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111483357809133960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111483357809133960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-like-this-article-about-two-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111483069024009305</id><published>2005-04-30T04:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T04:20:39.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/JesusImages/index.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site, and click on "Bodybuilder". Does it seem to you that Jesus could be doing some dodgy pelvic action towards the bodybuilders?! Well, it did to me, and I'm sorry for blaspheming, but these things can't go unnoticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't want to be insulted, then please don't visit &lt;a href="http://www.jesusdressup.com/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite amused with the title for &lt;a href="http://www.jesusveg.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site: "Blessed are the Merciful. Go Vegetarian." But then I felt bad when I actually read some of the site. Sorry! Bad rabbit, slap my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the Jesus bent, but there you go. It's 4.10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111483069024009305?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111483069024009305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111483069024009305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111483069024009305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111483069024009305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/check-out-this-site-and-click-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111482752935727648</id><published>2005-04-30T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T03:18:49.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, this is freaky. It's &lt;a href="http://members.ozemail.com.au/~wilhelm.smith/images/kitten.jpg"&gt;3 Nazi SS soldiers&lt;/a&gt; (were they called soldiers?), with a kitten, on a blanket, with a flower. And a fucking hand grenade!! God, I love finding stuff like this on the net, then I get all freaked out that Nazi's posed a kitten with a hand grenade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of kittens, one turned up at work the other day, meowing a lot, and looking very thin, so softarse that I am, I took him home and put him in with my other 2 cats. It was shortly after, when my 2 cats had taken offence (if they could talk, I probably would have had to wash their mouths out with soap - but evil looks sufficed) and I had gotten around to reading my book on cat psychology, that I realised maybe just lumping all 3 cats together isn't the best idea I've ever had. So, I tell F that we need to keep them separate and introduce them slowly, and what does he say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you to do that yesterday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also very cute, and said that he had fallen in love with the new kitten/cat (he's about 1 year, probably less), and hoped nobody claimed him! Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111482752935727648?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111482752935727648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111482752935727648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111482752935727648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111482752935727648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-this-is-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111481692941185622</id><published>2005-04-30T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:22:09.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Do you really have to LOVE somebody to say, "Hey, why the hell is your mouth bleeding?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;A legend among whispers&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;a href="http://queryletters.blogspot.com"&gt;Query Letters I Love&lt;/a&gt; for the great comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111481692941185622?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111481692941185622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111481692941185622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111481692941185622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111481692941185622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/quote-of-day-do-you-really-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111439675743200640</id><published>2005-04-25T03:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:39:17.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just checked my visitor stat summary, and was intrigued to find that one of the people who ended up here at my blog actually searched with the term "rabbit pus picture". I am trying to imagine why anyone would feel the need to search for a rabbit pus picture. Maybe they are a vet in training? Or just a sick bastard! I suspect they were sorely disapointed with my site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's nice to know that I have had over 300 "unique" visitors to my blog in the last month, but no-one is leaving any comments at all! Please let me know that you exist, and I'll know to come back and ramble some more. Or not. Or you could just find me using a random search term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want belly-laughs, then head over to "Query letters I love" on my link list on the right, and make sure you read the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - comment, please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111439675743200640?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111439675743200640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111439675743200640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111439675743200640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111439675743200640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-just-checked-my-visitor-stat.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111437888685016834</id><published>2005-04-24T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:41:26.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work after 2 weeks of dossing around doing nothing. Nightmare. We spent a week in Colchester sleeping on a very hard futon, but having a enjoyable time with family. I managed to be pretty ill on the last day there, having to spend the day in bed with a bad stomach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is now finally fixed. The stupid exhaust slipped too low whilst we were away, and it sounded like it was being dragged along on a piece of string behind us a lot of the time, especially down the roman roads of Colchester. That was when we had all of our luggage, a load of fishing gear, plus all the extra things we had bought, AND 5 packs of tiles in the car... but it shouldn't have scraped the ground that much! I took it to the garage who had done the work originally, and they said they would test it with 4 fat blokes. They fixed it all up with a new bracket for free, so that was nice. Well, not so nice as expected, really, after they had charged me £650 and still bolloxed it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elections are coming up on May 5th, and I'm finding it hard to muster any real enthusiasm for them. All the parties are as bad as each other, but if you vote you have to vote for one of them, or spoil your vote. I know of someone who deliberatly spoils his vote as he dispises all the candidates, but they don't count the spoilt votes, which I really think they should. Why should we be forced to vote for "the best of a really bad bunch" when we could say we don't like the look of any of them, and would rather have the country run by the Queen again, or even by a sheep. Even a sheep could do a better job of running this country that Old Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that you say, Mr Sheep?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;"45 minutes, you say? Well I'll be darned!"&lt;br /&gt;"Baa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sheep for PM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111437888685016834?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111437888685016834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111437888685016834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111437888685016834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111437888685016834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-to-work-after-2-weeks-of-dossing.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111289906656423869</id><published>2005-04-07T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:37:46.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer has finally arrived! All of it!! I shall have a glowing blue, lovely fast pc tonight, and I think I shouldn't be this excited about it, but who cares?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 weeks off work now, which is nice, but I've still got to prepare myself to drive all the way to Essex. Not sure how long it will take, but long enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question - how do you get carers of the client's I work with to actually start caring? They all seem to think they are just here to get paid, and aren't interested in making the client's lives better, even though this is there own home. The carers always think they know better than professionals, and decide that they don't want to implement some programme as they don't think it will do any good. They are always going off for a cigarette break, or just sitting in the staff room. We wouldn't mind if they sat with the client's watching TV, as long as they were with the clients!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's becoming a nightmare, and I'm fed up of being dragged down by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nicer note, I have my car back (but it did cost me the equivalent of the debt of a small 3rd world country)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me, or add yourself to the bloglinker list, or do something! Let me know that you exist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111289906656423869?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111289906656423869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111289906656423869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111289906656423869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111289906656423869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-computer-has-finally-arrived-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111276025710786107</id><published>2005-04-06T05:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:04:17.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take 2 minutes and add yourself to my bloglink list on the right ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111276025710786107?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111276025710786107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111276025710786107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111276025710786107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111276025710786107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-2-minutes-and-add-yourself-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-111275692622346384</id><published>2005-04-06T04:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T04:08:46.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, I know! I lead a boring life, for the most part. It's a shame, because I wish I did have more friends - the type who contact you to go out, or just pop round for a cuppa, or call for a chat. I don't really have these friends, just the joint friends I have with F. Funnily enough, a couple of them have been round recently whilst F wasn't there, and we chatted, smoked, had a laugh, so maybe I do have some friends after all. I think people think I'm weird. I've always had that impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting my new computer tomorrow. It will arrive in pieces, but I know a lovely chappy who will put it all together for me. I think I'm not getting all of it tomorrow - there's some sort of delay at the warehouse end. Great. More hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of hanging around - My car is in the garage for an MOT. A £650 MOT. Yes, you read right. It has been in since the 31st, and it is now the 6th, and they still haven't finished it! Too many nice things keep appearing that I want to buy, so I have to be very careful not to spend the money I've put aside for the dreaded garage, or I shall be in deep shite. It's those expensive rollbar bushes, you see. No, I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Colchester on Friday, so shall hopefully see some old Uni friends (if the car is ready!!). I can't imagine we will have a huge amount to say to each other though, because they were the ones who thought F was a bad influence on me, and kinda shut me out of the CU, but that's by-the-by. I just want some friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think that's enough of a pointless ramble for now. It's 4am, and I need to finish my work before I go home in 3.5 hours. Oh God. What a horrible thought, another 3.5 hours here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-111275692622346384?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/111275692622346384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=111275692622346384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111275692622346384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/111275692622346384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-while-i-know-i-lead-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110999931094534212</id><published>2005-03-05T05:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:09:17.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a quick update, I would love to point everyone in the direction of Neopets! Go there, sign up, and have some fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=superpsych'&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/creatives/468_60babaa2.gif'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110999931094534212?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110999931094534212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110999931094534212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110999931094534212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110999931094534212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-quick-update-i-would-love-to-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110831986094566441</id><published>2005-02-13T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:37:40.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are two people,&lt;br /&gt;not one.&lt;br /&gt;you are kind, sweet, thoughtful and loving.&lt;br /&gt;you are sexy, passionate, pleasing,&lt;br /&gt;and then you switch&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;an obstacle, a problem,&lt;br /&gt;and then you turn.&lt;br /&gt;i see it in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the light has gone.&lt;br /&gt;you are angry, careless, destructive.&lt;br /&gt;you are hateful, nasty, ugly.&lt;br /&gt;you are still you,&lt;br /&gt;but not the one i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110831986094566441?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110831986094566441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110831986094566441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110831986094566441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110831986094566441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110824471257349887</id><published>2005-02-12T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:45:12.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now have to work on my "focus" and leadership skills at work. Great. I have to write a personal log of the "key issues" on my shifts, then write about 1 of them in detail at the end of each week. I ALSO have to write lists of things to do at the begining of my night shifts, then tick them off when I have completed the tasks. And save the lists to show to my boss. Does this make me sound like a big fool who doesn't ever do anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job winds me up. My boss even told me he didn't think I'd want to stay there forever and that the mundanity of it will bore me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110824471257349887?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110824471257349887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110824471257349887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110824471257349887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110824471257349887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-now-have-to-work-on-my-focus-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110548769843354259</id><published>2005-01-11T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:54:58.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, would you believe it! I was amazed, and actually had to do a double take, when I noticed that since the creation of my little blog, there have been over 1000 views of it! I have no idea who has viewed it 1000 times, but my thanks go out to you : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - if it's you just reloading lots, then thanks anyway! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to tell, but most of it I can't actually tell, so dwell on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110548769843354259?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110548769843354259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110548769843354259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110548769843354259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110548769843354259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-would-you-believe-it-i-was-amazed.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110308327830648055</id><published>2004-12-15T04:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T04:01:18.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where can I get a cheap holiday for 2 nights from Boxing day?! And by cheap, I mean about £1 per person, or thereabouts. All suggestions considered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110308327830648055?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110308327830648055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110308327830648055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110308327830648055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110308327830648055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-can-i-get-cheap-holiday-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110284557671671783</id><published>2004-12-12T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:59:36.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote a really long blog the other day, then when I went to post it, it disappeared! I've been a little put off since, so that's my reason for a delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I'm getting married in 18 months, and I'm really starting to see how difficult it could be. The money is one thing (one HUGE thing), but booking things, inviting people, arranging dresses and flowers. It's such a big undertaking! I'm not worried about pleasing other people, like many worry about, as this is mine and Finton's day so the rest of them can bugger off if they don't like it. I've sketched my dress, planned the cake, know which church and hopefully which reception location (a hotel right on the beach), I've met the vicar with Finton, and I've chosen my "entourage". Not sure what more I can do for the minute that doesn't involve money changing hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got loads to do in my house. It still isn't finished and it's starting to bug me now. There's no side panel on the bath, the bath itself isn't sealed around the edges, the shower has packed up, the toilet seat is loose (and I think it might be leaking slightly), and there's carpet adhesive all over the tiles on the floor! And that's just one room. Ah, well. After Christmas we can start saving up for the things we need, and hopefully get it all done. Oh, yes. I have no heating apart from an old portable gas heater in my front room! It's getting quite cold now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I should stop moaning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing my worship song CDs recently, after about a year of not listening to them. I just had a hankering to hear the songs again, and it reminds of the good times attending the youth church back at Uni. It's a shame we can't just grab a moment back from time and make it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110284557671671783?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110284557671671783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110284557671671783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110284557671671783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110284557671671783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wrote-really-long-blog-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110152585676515273</id><published>2004-11-27T03:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:24:16.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad to say that I have just found out that "Sidsays" who blogged on clearlycalm was not actually in prison for fraud, but was just a big fat liar! I'm actually quite disappointed with this, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to clearlycalm recently, and it leads to a half-baked website for an RC school in London, strangely. The perpetrator of this weird and annoying "crime" is one Simon Duncan. Can't seem to find much on what happened to the blog site, but I would have loved to have read the posts that outed him as a webdesigner, rather than a prisoner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to nicer things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at bridesmaids dresses recently, and I can't believe how expensive they are! If you're looking at dresses that are marketed specifically for "bridesmaids", then the cost is horrendous! I'm going to look for nice dresses on the high street, I think, and most likely in the January sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to write a list of books that have struck me and stuck to me over the years by Chris over on Witches Blood, and if he doesn't mind, I will recreate the comment I added to his site here as my post. I couldn't believe how hard it was to come up with a list of books that I remembered well, and that affected me in some way, even though I must have read an entire library's worth of books by now. Anyway, my list is below. The sad thing is I got stuck at 8 and had to resort to authors instead...! I may come back to this list at a later date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;I know this much is true&lt;/em&gt; by Wally Lamb (I am reading it for a 2nd time - it's quite an amazing book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Have spacesuit, Will travel&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Heinlein. I can't tell you how many times I have read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;The Business&lt;/em&gt; by Iain Banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Billy&lt;/em&gt; by Whitley Streiber. I read this book over 10 years ago, now, and it's stuck with me ever since, although I had to do a really deep search on Amazon to find out the name of the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Otherworld&lt;/em&gt; by ??? Max somebody? There are 3 volumes...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Good Night Mr. Tom&lt;/em&gt; by Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Cat&lt;/em&gt; by Freya North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Rachel's Holiday&lt;/em&gt; by Marian Keyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many books that I have read, but I can't remember most of them! I especially like Marian Keyes, Iain Banks (and his sci-fi alter ego, Iain M. Banks) and Freya North, so I have been a little reticent in picking too many specific books of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110152585676515273?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110152585676515273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110152585676515273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110152585676515273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110152585676515273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-sad-to-say-that-i-have-just-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-110065840909884357</id><published>2004-11-17T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:26:49.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's about time I let the 10's of people who occasionally stroll by my site that I am still here and alive! I've been kinda bored with the blogging recently, and also haven't really had the time at work to spare, so hence the lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my news. If you're interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married on the 27th of May 2006 :)&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a new job - fingers crossed for me?&lt;br /&gt;I have no news! I live a sad life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. Email me if you want to chat! Look at the top of the menu for my address...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-110065840909884357?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/110065840909884357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=110065840909884357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110065840909884357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/110065840909884357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-its-about-time-i-let-10s-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109504946552968220</id><published>2004-09-13T05:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T05:24:25.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like I'm actually going to sell my car! My Dad has kindly agreed to sell me his old car, so I will finally have a comfortable ride. I shall miss my little car, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else detest the DaddyLongLegs season as much as I do? We're inundated with the annoying buggers over here, and I really hate them. I have to leave the room if they don't settle down! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping from one subject to another - I'm searching for inspiration to write a book. I really want to write one, but the setting hasn't yet come to me. Any suggestions, please throw them my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a new job, but don't know where to start. I'm not sure that I want to continue being an Assistant Manager in a care home, but where to go from here?? It's the money that's most important at the moment, unfortunately, and I can't afford to lose any to change careers :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my brief update. I'll try and write some more soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109504946552968220?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109504946552968220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109504946552968220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109504946552968220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109504946552968220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-it-looks-like-im-actually-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109338663121831052</id><published>2004-08-24T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:33:32.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for being away for a while, folks, but I'm not sure that I have a large enough audience to actually give me a need to apologise for it! It's been a boring time, with me doing some work, then maybe going to work. Oh, and &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; too! Fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be getting a promotion at one of my work places, but I'm not sure if it will involve payrise or not! Hope so, or I'm scuppered, seeing as I'll be losing a few hours at my main job :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my boring life, I'm afraid. Please feel free to mail me and give me tasks to do that are actually fun! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109338663121831052?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109338663121831052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109338663121831052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109338663121831052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109338663121831052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/08/sorry-for-being-away-for-while-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109098638824530114</id><published>2004-07-28T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T04:46:28.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had a strange day today. Woke up at around 6am or so with a blinding headache, so I had to curl up on the sofa (the front room is relatively dark in my house, and the bedroom is full of BRIGHT BRIGHT PAINFUL LIGHT!) with a cold, wet cloth on my forehead. Headache stayed for an hour and a half, the bastard. Felt sicky for a while, but managed to perk up after a shower. Had to drop my car off to get something or other done with some ball bearings in one of the wheels (apparently it was bad...?!), then the dealership dropped me to work with one of their "bus runs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, I was late to work, but spent a relaxing day with the client, and managed to hurt my back doing yoga. The bus was supposed to pick me up from work again at 5, but initially turned up at 4, so I had to tell them to come back. They then didn't turn up again until 5.20, and I was itching to get home so I could sleep before coming to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to pick up my car, then get home by 6pm. Went to bed, setting my alarm for 8.30 - time for a quick shower before leaving at 9pm. The next thing I know, it's 9.30pm, and my other half is shaking me, and asking if I was supposed to be in work! I had no idea what day it was, and even thought it was 9.30 in the morning, and couldn't really figure out up from down for a good few minutes. Then it dawned on me that I should have already got to work! Had to call and make my apologies, and arrived 20 minutes late, lacking a shower : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've had a crazy day, and now I'm waiting impatiently for the time when I can go home and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Only just over 2 hours to go. Few things to do, so I should be able to fill the time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109098638824530114?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109098638824530114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109098638824530114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109098638824530114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109098638824530114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-had-strange-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109063863446642524</id><published>2004-07-24T04:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T04:10:34.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never known tiredness quite like what I experience on a waking night. When I long for my bed, and my cats, and my man. When all I can do is count the hours down until I can drive the 20 minutes it takes me to get home. When all I can think is I hate to be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109063863446642524?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109063863446642524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109063863446642524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109063863446642524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109063863446642524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-never-known-tiredness-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109055636039658608</id><published>2004-07-23T05:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T05:19:20.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember that I said I took my DVD player into work on a quiet night recently? Well, when I arrived at work for a morning shift the other day, I was pulled aside and told in no uncertain terms not to it again as I was setting a bad example! A member of the "staff team" had mentioned that I had taken it in.... and I know exactly which pinickity little cow it was, too. I think she may feel a little threatened by me as she used to be the youngest officer, and now I am, at 23. Or maybe she's just a picky cow!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipes are still broken in the bathroom. I have come to the decision that I hate bathrooms. Not for the functionality, oh no. I love the fact that I have a toilet, bath and shower - don't get me wrong. What I hate is the fact that I have to clean it! And it currently looks and absolute state as there is carpet adhesive all over the tiles, the side of the bath is missing, water keeps leaking under the bath, and a pipe is unattached under the sink! Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time here is nearly up. Thank God! Only 2 hours to go, then I can go home to my nice snuggly warm bed. Mmmmmmmmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109055636039658608?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109055636039658608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109055636039658608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109055636039658608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109055636039658608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/remember-that-i-said-i-took-my-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109018753133337614</id><published>2004-07-18T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:52:11.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please click to the right and donate me some weapons of mass destruction! Then I can show Tony Blairblairblah where they were all along... on my website!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109018753133337614?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109018753133337614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109018753133337614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109018753133337614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109018753133337614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/please-click-to-right-and-donate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-109018438402494816</id><published>2004-07-18T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:59:44.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got plenty of things I can be getting on with tonight, but yet I have still brought in my DVD player and loads of DVDs to choose from, so I am not likely to get much work done! I'm going to have to force myself to do something, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make any sense that I bought a pair of shorts and a pair of cut off trousers in the same shop (they both fit exactly the same), then when I got them home, the trousers were a bigger size than the shorts?? I don't understand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-109018438402494816?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/109018438402494816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=109018438402494816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109018438402494816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/109018438402494816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-got-plenty-of-things-i-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108996367231907951</id><published>2004-07-16T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T08:41:12.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure I was meant to finish at 4pm yesterday.... I actually got home at 11pm, and had to come back to work for 7am this morning! Bit of crisis with a resident here, vomiting up blood and stuff. You know, the usual...! I had to go after my shift 10 miles to the hospital to pick up the staff member sat with the resident, then sat in traffic for an hour and a half, and got back to the unit at 6pm. I was then rung at 8pm to go back to the unit as the person who had taken over from me had to back up to the hospital and sit with client again - the hospital couldn't cope with him! So, I was at the unit for another 2 hours until 10pm, then I had to take the residents oxygen machine up to the hospital, so I didn't get home until 11pm!! You would have thought that the hospital would be equipped to give this resident the correct levels of oxygen mix themselves, but apparently not...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my not fun day. How did yours go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108996367231907951?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108996367231907951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108996367231907951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108996367231907951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108996367231907951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-sure-i-was-meant-to-finish-at-4pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108933753376607836</id><published>2004-07-09T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T02:45:33.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad belly. Not good. Wanna go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108933753376607836?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108933753376607836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108933753376607836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108933753376607836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108933753376607836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/bad-belly.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108895601846628152</id><published>2004-07-04T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:46:58.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've had some major trouble with the bathroom again recently. It began to smell like an open sewer, and if you've ever visited Exmouth here in the UK and walked along the Estuary whilst the tide is out, you'll be able to mentally smell that smell right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered today that the guy who had plumbed in the toilet etc. had not actually done a very good job, to put it mildly. A pipe had come loose under the bath where we had boxed the whole thing in, and then soapy, scummy crap has been gathering under the bath since God knows when! And it smells bad. Well, at least it did until we mopped up a load of the water, and now it doesn't smell quite so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will all dry out, otherwise we'll have to rip up the tiles and be completely back to square one. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have mangaged to give up working with a client I hated working with! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me mails. I need entertaining...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108895601846628152?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108895601846628152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108895601846628152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108895601846628152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108895601846628152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/07/weve-had-some-major-trouble-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108856084695661753</id><published>2004-06-30T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T03:00:46.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it always the case that when you are trying to sleep before a waking night that 2 old school friends call you (that you haven't spoken to for years, obviously), and you receive 3 text messages? It seems to be that way with me, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my old school friend Dan today, and I haven't laughed that much in a long time. I love those belly laughs at the expense of school times! I'm meeting up with him tomorrow, but won't be able to stop long, I shouldn't think. We haven't seen each other for about 2 years plus, even though we live about 45 minutes apart! Always the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm taking a breather from doing NVQ paperwork as it is taking forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108856084695661753?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108856084695661753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108856084695661753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108856084695661753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108856084695661753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/isnt-it-always-case-that-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108811564830184787</id><published>2004-06-24T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:20:48.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And England are out.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. I've never really followed any football before, but I have been really into the games this time, and I've been impressed with the skills they all have. I've even been shouting at them through the tv! Well, England got to the end of the game with Portugal, and because it is into the quarter finals we had to go to what I think is called Silver Goal - 15 mins each end, and whoever scores the most wins. But unfortunately we were still level after that extra 30 minutes, so it went to a Penalty shootout! Beckham (and I still can't believe this) MISSED the first shot, but thankfully the other players were up to par, and a player on the other side missed one. So, we were again level after the normal 5 shots each side. So we carried on... and then we missed another, and Portugal scored..... USING THEIR GOALIE!!!! For fucks sake. I mean, is that allowed?! Oh, I don't really want to go home tomorrow because I know that there will lots of debris in the street! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's the name of the game. And I must say that I have enjoyed it thoroughly! (except the losing bit...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108811564830184787?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108811564830184787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108811564830184787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108811564830184787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108811564830184787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-england-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108778751642527811</id><published>2004-06-21T04:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T04:11:56.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please look to the right and vote on my new mini poll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108778751642527811?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108778751642527811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108778751642527811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778751642527811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778751642527811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/please-look-to-right-and-vote-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108778664298583786</id><published>2004-06-21T03:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T03:57:22.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that the new Britney Spears video "Everytime" made me cry? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108778664298583786?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108778664298583786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108778664298583786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778664298583786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778664298583786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/is-it-wrong-that-new-britney-spears.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108778651065698557</id><published>2004-06-21T03:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T03:56:09.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can now proudly announce that I am on the editing team for the new e-publishing house called Foot in the Door Press (see &lt;a href="http://witchesblood.blogspot.com"&gt;Chris's site&lt;/a&gt; for more info), and I also proudly display the title of Assistant Editor, which is wicked cool, as you guys across the pond might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that there's not much to report in the land of Helen. I've done 2 nights in a row (there's 3.5 hours left of this one), and when I get home tomorrow I am definitely not setting an alarm! I shall rely entirely on my body clock, which will still most likely get me up 6 or 7 hours after I go to sleep - it's so light at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the 3rd England game of the UEFA Euro 2004 championship cup at 7.45pm, playing Croatia. We only have to draw against them to get through to the next round, so cross fingers for us! I'll be watching it in next door's front garden (not in a creepy/stalkery kind of way, where I might peer through their window, but in an "all neighbours come round to watch the game together" kind of way!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Foot in the Door, I've been thinking about doing some writing myself as I have always enjoyed it when I have (rarely) had the inspiration to jot something down. But then I remind myself that I have 3 qualifications currently on the go, and I really need to finish them sometime soon! I keep trying to make myself do work towards some of them during my night shifts, but it's too hard. Brain shuts down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life goes on as usual, except with less money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108778651065698557?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108778651065698557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108778651065698557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778651065698557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108778651065698557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-can-now-proudly-announce-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108692554415536640</id><published>2004-06-11T04:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T04:45:44.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Stuck at work again, and hating every minute of it as usual. I haven't done a night in a while, seeing as I had a whole week (yes, a whole week!) off whilst family were here, and my body is not used to them yet. I have already dozed a little, so I really think I ought to get up and do some sort of work related activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of family - you may recall me mentioning that part of the family that came to stay was a lively 1 year old baby girl. And what do babies of one year wear? Nappies. Or diapers. Whatever, and wherever. But anyway - once they had all gone home, Finton was clearing out some rubbish which meant that he had to check inside the large black wheelie bin we have in the back garden. On doing so, he promptly told me not to look in there as it was full of maggots. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there weren't just maggots in the bin. They were under the bin too. And under the shed. And it was my job to try and kill them. 3 kettles of boiling water later, and I think most of them had croaked, with the rest wriggling merrily away in front of me. So I got out the hose, and proceeded to stand there for what felt like an hour, hosing those nasty things out from under the shed, and then out from the dip in front of the shed (that was not fun), and &lt;I&gt;then&lt;/I&gt; into the outside drain. Maggots hide, so luckily I only have dead ones in my drain, and under my house. All the live ones are still under the shed. So, I shall look forward to the flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story - use Terries nappies, like all the 80s kids out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I am so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108692554415536640?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108692554415536640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108692554415536640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108692554415536640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108692554415536640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108652835894405183</id><published>2004-06-06T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T14:25:58.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this spam email - the title made me laugh: &lt;B&gt;razor blade midwives around 6&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later if I have time. Unfortunately I have to do care tonight as we are short on the floor :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108652835894405183?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108652835894405183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108652835894405183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108652835894405183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108652835894405183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-like-this-spam-email-title-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108628300225320790</id><published>2004-06-03T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:16:42.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again, I have returned from the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have family staying, so it's been a bit manic for the past week. It's me and Finton, his sister, her partner, their 1 year old baby, and Finton's Mum in my small 2 bedroom house! I love them to bits, though. Molly is the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going home tomorrow, and luckily not till the evening, so we can spend the day doing something nice before they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still here, just a little sporadic at the moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108628300225320790?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108628300225320790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108628300225320790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108628300225320790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108628300225320790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-again-i-have-returned-from-void.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108536937848290717</id><published>2004-05-24T04:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T04:29:38.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! It's been a while, I know, but I'm sure my dedicated readers (ahem...) will be pleased to see...something...here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another really odd spam email today, and all it contained was the following text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;A few fetishists, and prime minister around) to arrive at a state of mirroronlookers remain polite.Sometimes bubble bath over hides, but related to pit viper always can be kind to pine cone inside dahlia!Still write a love letter to her from starlet about, give secret financial aid to her coward behind with dust bunny around particle accelerator.Most mastadons believe that judge related to admonish cashier defined by ribbon.Furthermore, defined by paper napkin dies, and minivan over fruit cake fall in love with tenor near.&lt;br /&gt;hubbard nasty pyongyang capacitate ferguson jimenez defy &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is all very interesting, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new. Nothing much, really. We bought a new sofabed. Crap. As both a sofa, and a bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all broody again, and also marriage-y (there must be a word for that). I need coping strategies, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I'm pretty whacked out at the moment. What an odd expression - just thought I'd use it to see how it worked. And it doesn't, does it?! Never mind. I'm tired, and I want my bed (stamps foot).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108536937848290717?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108536937848290717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108536937848290717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108536937848290717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108536937848290717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-its-been-while-i-know-but-im-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108457484918901990</id><published>2004-05-14T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:47:29.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/littlelilly/1078118501_littlepony.jpg" border="0" alt="my little pony"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're My Little Pony!!  Sweet and innocent and&lt;br&gt;happy, you make people want to spew burrito&lt;br&gt;chunks.  Even a Care Bear could kick your ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/littlelilly/quizzes/What%20childhood%20toy%20from%20the%2080s%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What childhood toy from the 80s are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108457484918901990?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108457484918901990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108457484918901990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108457484918901990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108457484918901990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/youre-my-little-pony-sweet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108450930161112952</id><published>2004-05-14T05:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T05:35:01.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And just as I was getting used to the old layout, they go and change it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up work-wise. I've been offered extra shifts on a semi-permanent basis, so that's more money for me. Plus F and his chef-y crew are pretty excited about the new kitchen, and can't stop talking about it, except after they are all particularly stoned and watching a Floyd DVD... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, F seems to be facing a court summons over the fishing licence fiasco, so thats fun. I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have an office! We changed the spare room from a museum of collected bits and bobs of F's, to a nice blue oasis of calm for me and my computer. I have a phone up there, and my big old book case, plus the fish tanks, so it's pretty relaxing. Plus I can look out of the window, which I couldn't do before... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough chitchat. Mail me, comment on me, whatever. Just say something!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108450930161112952?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108450930161112952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108450930161112952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108450930161112952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108450930161112952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-just-as-i-was-getting-used-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108404250223475278</id><published>2004-05-08T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:59:31.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have request. It's a little out there, but if you don't ask, you don't get, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum is running the "Race for Life" for Cancer Research UK on the 11th of July, and I'm basically asking if anyone out there would be kind enough to sponsor her? I have a paypal account, so if you're out across the waves, then no worries (and I would make up the amount that paypal charges to transfer the money...). My email to paypal is super_psych@hotmail.com. Also, I'll be there on the day and make sure that I get photos to prove she did it!! It was just a thought to reach out the dozens of people who read my site :) If you can sponsor her, then please email me with your full name and amount, and I will add you to the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't feel pressured - it's just a sideline request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, catch you later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108404250223475278?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108404250223475278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108404250223475278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108404250223475278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108404250223475278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108403841753297988</id><published>2004-05-08T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:51:26.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another cool website to take a look at: &lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com"&gt;Found Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108403841753297988?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108403841753297988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108403841753297988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108403841753297988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108403841753297988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/another-cool-website-to-take-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108403660093680526</id><published>2004-05-08T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:21:10.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, feeling better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, my mother lost her purse the other day too, but later found it at the end of her bed (under the covers)! Very strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Finton has now been offered another job, and it's through the chef he used to work with. The executive chef decided to move to a different place, and said he would provide a new team, and offered F a place. So, all is well. Except that he won't be starting for quite a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently thinking about stuff that I say far too much, and I thought I would try to write a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem!&lt;br /&gt;Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;...and that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Um...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to think about this a bit more, but I'm sure there were more than that! Does anyone else have things they say far too much that they are consciously aware of??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108403660093680526?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108403660093680526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108403660093680526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108403660093680526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108403660093680526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/ok-feeling-better-now-ironically-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442187.post-108372182046502111</id><published>2004-05-05T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T02:54:44.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, lots to post, but not sure if my mind can cope with it all. I didn't get any sleep before coming to work, and now I can't concentrate on anything, or even type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into anything major, the reason I have a guestbook/map is so I can have a record of everyone who visits in one place, and not have to look all through old comments! That is in answer to kid b...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go camping over bank holiday weekend after I finished work Sunday morning, and when we got there the weather was fab. F was fishing, and I just laid by the edge of a reservoir, smoking lots of pot. And strangely, I liked it much more than smoking indoors. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to build a fire, and F went off to chop down lots of wood with a small knife, gaining a large blister in the process! We made fire. And it was good. I like fire! We then cooked bacon on the fire, and had yummy bacon sarnies at around 2am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a really crappy, cold, uncomfortable night, we woke up to a cold, grey, typically English morning. A friend of F's decided to visit, and soon after that the bailiff arrived. He asked F for his rod licence, which I thought he had. He didn't. Long story short: he now has a caution and maybe a very large fine because he neglected to get a new licence for £23. And then he tried to say it would have been better if I wasn't there because he could have lied and given a fake name and address. He apparently thought that I would have said "That's not your name! We don't live there...." and that sort of thing... I had to write a letter today to send to the NRA (rivers, not rifle!!) saying how sorry he is, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're thinking this is bad, but we'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when the wallet incident happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked to see how much money we had, and whether we could actually have any to spend on food, and decided we could sort of afford/sneak around 100 out of the account. I complained about driving into town to the bank and having to find somewhere to park (cos I'm a big ol' biatch), so F said he would go. He cashed a cheque in the bank, went to buy some food, then when he got home he started hunting about and saying he'd lost his wallet. He thought he'd heard someone beep him while he was driving back, but thought nothing of it at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into a bit of an argument after that because I believed that even if it was on the road in slow moving rushhour traffic, there are still some good souls in the world who would leave it there. I eventually goaded him into going to look for it. Again, long story short: he came back from driving around only to find that it was on the sofa at home. And neither of us had seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a slight silver lining to that story after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new site today that deserves a look, but it's a little odd. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://grouphug.us"&gt;http://grouphug.us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have 5 minutes, please mail me because it would cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - I hate peeing in woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and "Spare change, anyone??"... I feel so poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442187-108372182046502111?l=superpsych.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/feeds/108372182046502111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442187&amp;postID=108372182046502111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108372182046502111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442187/posts/default/108372182046502111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superpsych.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-lots-to-post-but-not-sure-if-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983993915022131771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
