<?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-6026815</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:22:25.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>that aint mine</title><subtitle type='html'>it's not a family holiday</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-115323165102288240</id><published>2006-07-19T00:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:07:31.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PETER, where is my picture.that aint mine is incomplete.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/115323165102288240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/115323165102288240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115323165102288240' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-115222815422508870</id><published>2006-07-07T08:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:28:24.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how much do I love Pittsburgh and the fact that they serve chips inside your sandwich? so much. Spent a wild few days just out of Pittsburgh in a quaint little town called Ford City. Apparently this place lays dormant for the rest of the year but comes alive for the weekend before the Forth of July. It was insane and very fun. Oh there was pulled pork and cabbage rolls galore which are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/115222815422508870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/115222815422508870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115222815422508870' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-114780747455554157</id><published>2006-05-17T05:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:24:34.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard It's Californication.PS Cynthia is the name of my new hairdresser.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114780747455554157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114780747455554157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114780747455554157' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-114675401094584115</id><published>2006-05-05T00:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:46:50.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS AS ASAs my Florida glow fades, and i sit here analysing my life and what my future here, or where? may be, as i regret not completely dyring my hair this morning, and i get excited about an up coming trip to LA(welcome to Hollywood,everybodys got a dream in Hollywood. whats your dream? whats your dream?), as i wonder if i made the right outfit choice for today, as i smile at the thought of it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114675401094584115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114675401094584115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114675401094584115' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-114030895769778469</id><published>2006-02-19T10:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T02:24:34.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19/2/06who am i?really being a girlfriend turns you in to some crazed loon. it makes me laugh, and as i am emotionally unstable...it makes me cry. i am not ok with this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114030895769778469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114030895769778469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114030895769778469' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-114018908098584541</id><published>2006-02-18T01:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:11:21.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love to love. and hate.   i love the fact that it's winter but i know its gotta be ending soon.i love the snow we just had....seriously up to my knees!!i love the pretzel encrusted chicken i had last night.i am still weirded out about the lady at the supermarket that asked me,while i was innocently searching the bakery section for the perfect panini bread, "do you want to split a loaf"...i hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114018908098584541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/114018908098584541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114018908098584541' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-113940562531153843</id><published>2006-02-09T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:33:45.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gimme a N, gimme a Y, gimme Cok ok i know i have been going on about how much i love that city, long before i had even been there and after being there twice i confirmed that i really did love it. BUTTTTT now i know i must live there.   end of story really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113940562531153843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113940562531153843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940562531153843' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-113863329464386665</id><published>2006-01-31T01:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:01:34.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEAVEN...heaven is me jetting off to NYC on Saturday. no Greyhound/Peterpan bus for me, nope i get to fly. i am happy.  The neon lights will say 'WELCOME HOME BABY'. i have no real plans for the short 24hours i will be there, but thats the beauty of it. i will just make my self at home.HMM my frst time travelling with O, the boyfriend, it will be testy i tell ya, but mighty fab. nothing can rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113863329464386665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113863329464386665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113863329464386665' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-113224251331245219</id><published>2005-11-18T02:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:48:33.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this it?The question is not, 'to be or not to be?' in fact i dont think it ever was .... but  'Is youth over?'   ...........is this it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113224251331245219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/113224251331245219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113224251331245219' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-112921475351123036</id><published>2005-10-14T00:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:06:18.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY OH WHY??why do i find it so hard to keep faithful to this blog?anyway, so despite how much i loved Rockstar INXS i had to let it go, and be happy with the fact that my pick, JD Fortune, got the gig, and isnt out of my life for ever. but what a girl to watch now?? Real World Austin will do, nothing special but something to numb the brain during the week when the vino bottles empty and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112921475351123036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112921475351123036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921475351123036' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-112316991209021077</id><published>2005-08-05T00:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:38:32.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK so i have become obsessed with this television series here, Rock Star INXS, i love love love it. Terrence Trent  Sign You Name Across My Heart obviously didnt make it as the bands new lead singer, (was that true or did i dream that whole thing up) as they are in America, still  searching for that special someone.  I havent herad if its showing in Aust.  It is the same concept as the Idol show,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112316991209021077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112316991209021077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112316991209021077' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-112129875154567292</id><published>2005-07-14T09:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:52:31.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO FLIPS!!!lets forget about the lack of interest in writing entries over the last few months. i've stopped smoking my motivation and inspiration, is all i have to say.Hmmm mental note to self......  dont even bother doing hair or smelling sweet in this tri-state area. oh my god, the weather here can be described as nothing but 'soupy', oh holy moley it aint pretty. I cant leave the house when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112129875154567292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/112129875154567292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112129875154567292' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-111034179322366274</id><published>2005-03-09T15:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:16:33.223+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fear or love change??i have had enough of life in this house in DC, and hav quit my job. but fear not, i have found a new one, a great one, one that i am positive will be the best thing ever, and the thing is that i am outta this place on the weekend and not starting new job til April....yes yes i am gonna be dangling in limbo for 3 weeks, with only one weeks holiday pay...with no where to go, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/111034179322366274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/111034179322366274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034179322366274' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110730719130037181</id><published>2005-02-02T13:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:26:06.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well looks who is back.... and you are so outta luck if you were thinking i would be filled with stories of great things and tales of adventures been had, nope not me...life is fun in the snow for me tho. well that is until it interupts my social life and has me house bound over the weekends, grrr. I have noticed that DC goes mad when there are a few inches of snow, its shuts down and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110730719130037181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110730719130037181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110730719130037181' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110437427666888416</id><published>2004-12-30T13:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:47:01.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much yet so little to tellhappy holidays to all. hmm are they over yet?? get those kids back to school is all i say, oh and where were the bloody bon bons on Christmas Day? no where in sight. i didnt even think about them til today but hey i could feel the hole in my little festive christmas heart and now i know why, well it could be that or the complete lack of anything i consider christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110437427666888416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110437427666888416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437427666888416' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110360124739913574</id><published>2004-12-21T14:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:54:07.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have now been to New York and experienced snow and the extreme cold that goes with it.happy bout everything.25 tomorrow ouchtell tails when i wake, its too much now.xFiddy is in so so much trouble</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110360124739913574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110360124739913574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360124739913574' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110273116138807410</id><published>2004-12-11T13:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T13:12:41.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy tree dayhow i got through today after spending the night at Lauras, where drinks were involved, is totally beyond me! i am technically still working too and am struggling abit. i tell ya what the dancing and singing Santa has helped lift my spirits. Usually i am hating those christmas music thingos after the first hundreth time of listening but not this year, i will never get sick of it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110273116138807410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110273116138807410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110273116138807410' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110248919749789586</id><published>2004-12-08T17:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T17:59:57.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when asked today what could be more wonderful then you? i am left to wonder really!!!!well i let the true Kate colours out today and was way grumpy with Juana, but just as i started ffeling bad about it all, i was approached by this old lady at the post office asking if i know anyone who wants a coat, she said as she was holding a red duffle coat thing with a tartan lined hood. i was like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110248919749789586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110248919749789586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110248919749789586' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110239313238082671</id><published>2004-12-07T15:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:18:52.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so Laura has come to realise that i talk alot, actually she seems to thinnk i would talk to  a lamp post if she wasnt around. hey what can i say,  i have alot of stories to tell.  oh the places i go, the stories i have to tell. so i went out in DC, twas crazy, but crazy is cool and i rocked me socks of breifly on the dance floor, oh my good friend tequilla was garenteeing me some shumaluma!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110239313238082671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110239313238082671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239313238082671' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110195602815565266</id><published>2004-12-02T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:53:48.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my i am most likely going to New York in a couple weeks, lordy i could die. just before Christmas and my birthday and everything, oh it will be the time of my life. So a friend and a unknown girl are going on the 18th for a night so thinking and hoping boss permits, i should cruise along with. just think oh how outta my mind i will be there, pure madness. i HATE ice skating with a passion but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110195602815565266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110195602815565266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110195602815565266' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110160873712566597</id><published>2004-11-28T13:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T13:25:37.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had vegeminte on toast for the first time since being here, nearly 2 months, wow i cant believe i was surviving without it, and well turns out i wasnt coping as good as i hoped. i burst in to tears.  damn spread.smiles all round now thoplease please please let them give me a cell phone tomorrow, after many trips to Social Security i sodeserve it. i need to sms. i need texting back in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110160873712566597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110160873712566597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110160873712566597' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110147779297985206</id><published>2004-11-27T01:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:03:12.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*SKOOL SKOOL*gobble gobble and what a festive Thanks Giving i did have. started off at home with 'the family' watching Macys parade in Pj's and making pumpkin pie. (the pumpkin comes in a can!! too easy and suprisingly yummy) Then i treked out to meet Juana and her son (yes yes) and we went to her inlaws for turkey. oh man that was entertaining, and pretty laid back. Yes Uncle Corky did infact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110147779297985206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110147779297985206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110147779297985206' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110127929952435380</id><published>2004-11-24T17:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T17:54:59.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so arent you just the happiest person evr to know that i just go tdrunk and a lift home with someone that was so so happy to learn that i had not only heard of The Streets but actually loved their guts out!!! Could she be the closest thing i have found to "normal"??had dinner, drank wine, went to a movie, drank wine, drove me home....umm friend for life. she is British......oh i gotta love her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110127929952435380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110127929952435380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127929952435380' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110117725270093597</id><published>2004-11-23T13:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:34:12.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>say what?why oh why do people associate Australians with putting 'shrimp on the barbie', umm dont we call them prawns. man i sound so oz saying 'prawns' and as deliciously tasty as they may be, i think that word should be banned. its not a nice word.so found outi have Thanksgiving off work but now feeling the pressure...what am i to do. do the family thing and celebrate it with the family i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110117725270093597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110117725270093597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117725270093597' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110109951810579187</id><published>2004-11-22T15:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:58:38.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm did i just get accused of having yet another blonde moment?? umm i forget as i may be drunk, well thats what others say but i just say i am the happiest girl in the world coz i got taken to this party today as a fill in, and ended up walking away pissed. thanks for the wine Birthday girl.... well they say i could be pickled i just say that i am happy i finally discovered Skittles Bubblegum, </summary><link 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could've died. i guess its my own fault  because up until now i have avoided using coins when purchasing things at the store or wherever, so i didnt have to deal with the whole different money thing, and so i was in my happy little 'note using world', and coins and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110100966267504057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110100966267504057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110100966267504057' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110049054174731604</id><published>2004-11-15T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:49:01.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P.S.is Kevin better then Omar??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110049054174731604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110049054174731604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110049054174731604' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110049036423714586</id><published>2004-11-15T14:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:46:04.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hire Shoesok so i just went bowling and of course i got suck with the shoes that had the fluro orange laces. i pulled it off well. had to borrow my friends socks too, hmm testing the boundaries of this newly formed friendship. i got one strike and won one whole game. so i am quitting while i am a head.  we had to leave a shoe behind the counter as like a deposit for the hire shoes, and i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110049036423714586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/110049036423714586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110049036423714586' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-110014067063385359</id><published>2004-11-11T13:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T13:37:50.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i dont know why people feel compelled to tell others what they hate during the day but any whooo i tried cookie dough ice cream today, and i just finished off a toss salad that had dried cherries in it... delicious!! the ice cream was totally unlike what i expected but i loved its guts out...My visit to the SocialSecurity office today was not only unproductive as i had insufficient paper work</summary><link 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Are you having a bad day, she asks me, i clearly answered that by NOT answering that. All is cool, but dont talk about priorities lady. auuuhh a sigh of relief coz i think that brief moment today makes this officially a job. love hate relationship building after 3 weeks. oh god three weeks, thats almost a month, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109997420405618313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109997420405618313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109997420405618313' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109979659093783251</id><published>2004-11-07T14:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:03:10.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if its your birthday today, i'd like to say.. i hope you have a hapy happy day!!! horrayhip hip horray Brookie babe, thinking of you, loving that you are now as old as me, once again. wait for it.. heres one big ol CHEERS TO YA MO FO HEAD! for ya...*!!(clunk)*#@...you are fantabulous and i love ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109979659093783251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109979659093783251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109979659093783251' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109979634095382667</id><published>2004-11-07T13:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T13:59:00.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHOCKS ALL ROUNDwell life isnt really suppose to go on like normal with me gone, is it? been gone three weeks and it has already changed more then i ever thought possible. Firstly  i heard and have confirmed that someone i have been friends with throughout my melbourne life, (who i have always known to be gay, oh so very gay in deed) is in actual fact engaged to a chick now. umm excuse me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109979634095382667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109979634095382667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109979634095382667' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109962264561317547</id><published>2004-11-05T13:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:44:05.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STILL EATING CANDYi visted this place called Friendship heights which was my first taste of shopping here, and it seems as if i have been out of action for abit and bought up big. 3 knits and one T, quite happy about it all. i found some bargin basement, well in actual fact, it found me.whats with all these dollar bills i have gathered? and coins, who uses coins these days?? i was asked today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109962264561317547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109962264561317547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109962264561317547' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109927995029231011</id><published>2004-11-01T14:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T14:32:30.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i sure am beat after all the festivities of Halloween. trick or treating sure takes  it out of ya. i conned the 4 year old to share her candy with me so i think i did well. there are so many strange treats in their baskets, i do believe i just ate a peanut butter cake which was pure peanutbutter covered in chocolate. wow settle down. There are woods around the corner form here, and tonight i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109927995029231011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109927995029231011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109927995029231011' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109910507983002202</id><published>2004-10-30T13:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T12:57:59.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOO!!! BOO!! BOO!!! BOO!!!! BOO!!!!!!so maybe watching "100 top scary movie moments" wasnt such a hot idea as i am working late and looking after 6 kids in this huge house all by mysalf. this 4 story house is made for a scary movie i tell ya! where would i run, where would i hide this litter of children. I just finished a routine bed check ( being over protective being my first time over night) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109910507983002202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109910507983002202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109910507983002202' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109892665504647341</id><published>2004-10-28T11:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T11:24:15.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Metro Girli went out to Dupont Circle with some girls lastnight. lets break it down in to two sections...Dupont Circle was having some type of Drag queen parade and high heel race, which  we unfortunately missed. but we did make it in  time to catch the after party in the street which was so much fun. I obviously (oh so obviously) had seen it all before but never tire of it. There was one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109892665504647341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109892665504647341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109892665504647341' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109866898954794567</id><published>2004-10-25T11:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:49:49.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have Tootsie Roll in my teeth!so today was my official first day out in America which was so much fun. i am kinda lacking knowledge about where it was exactly i went but i can testify that i had fun. praise the lord i had fun. Going to Juannas church may have been the most weirdest thing that i have done in ages but i really did have the funnest time ever. i do believe i have never shaken so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109866898954794567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109866898954794567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109866898954794567' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109858084446332218</id><published>2004-10-24T10:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T11:20:44.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when asked the question "do you want to take me new big ass car out on your own and practice driving, which is completely backwards to what your used to??" clearly i said "sure"ok so nearly a week into my stay here and i got the guts to go driving. i mean it was quick and i didnt venture too far away, and i nealy developed instant hives from high levels of anxiety and stress but hey i made it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109858084446332218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109858084446332218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109858084446332218' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109856193847995897</id><published>2004-10-24T06:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T06:05:38.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have three words for ya.... Fluff, liquid marshmellow in a jar!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109856193847995897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109856193847995897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109856193847995897' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109840851793546009</id><published>2004-10-22T11:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:28:37.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after managing to do the most inappropriate and memorable (if only i could remember it) farewells to my dear sweet ass friends at the Espy on Friday night i was then left to face the world on my own. ouch i was not in the right state of mind for that but hey some how i got through it and managed to get myself to Washington DC, you know as in the United States of America!!! oh god!actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109840851793546009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109840851793546009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109840851793546009' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109739598507021571</id><published>2004-10-10T18:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:13:05.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>c'mon help me out here people....NO more goodbyes!!!just not interested.god im gonna miss this place, more the people but you know, you know.xxc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109739598507021571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109739598507021571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109739598507021571' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109706622591672834</id><published>2004-10-06T22:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:37:05.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well aint i just the little camper girl, yes siree i went camping with my dad and sisters over the long weekend and had so much fun. just like the good ol days! well not quite as this was a camping ground unlike the middle of nowhere and there were actually toilets and showers if you dont mind sneaking through the caravan park. needless to say i had no problem with that.  i did have a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109706622591672834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109706622591672834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109706622591672834' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109625742639609205</id><published>2004-09-27T13:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:57:06.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems there were a couple people out there worrying them selve thinking that i, yes me, would be getting in to the damn ball thingo final on the weekend, well excuse me excuse me let it be known that just because i had certain team colour ribbons in my piggytails, doesnt mean i was at all into it!!!! oh god mum get in side and stop yelling to passer bys.for the record I HATE FOOTBALL and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109625742639609205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109625742639609205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625742639609205' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109625716593603558</id><published>2004-09-27T13:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:52:45.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i am feeling as Bee was a couple of weeks before she jetted off to London, and that is sick to the stomach. i am so so excited about the USA move but am finding it depresingly stressful and sad at the same time. Why am i doing this again? think i can plead insanity for sure.  i am farewelling my family and Adelaide in two weeks today, and i can feel the tears welling already, i mean just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109625716593603558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109625716593603558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625716593603558' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109469176377214219</id><published>2004-09-09T10:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:02:43.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tis tis so good to be homewell here i am again, i like to call it The Waiting Place, as i am in fact waiting for a bus to come waiting for the rain to rain,...waiting for my next dinner invitation, waiting to find my passport, waiting for my USA plane,.... simply just waiting!! nothing better to do then wait well there is that whole packing thing which i am putting off at the moment as i fear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109469176377214219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109469176377214219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469176377214219' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109430197939613838</id><published>2004-09-04T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:46:19.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is totally 100 percent official now that i am soon to be a WashingtonDC chick! so at sometimes i thought this thing was never going to work out but hip hip, i am on my way. so get my Visa, have some finger prints taken and bon voyage to little ol me. best thing in the world. well thats a close call as i did discover some great ass shops in Fitzroy today, god i love an impulse buy and i am o so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109430197939613838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109430197939613838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109430197939613838' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109339890906034674</id><published>2004-08-25T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:55:09.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 cool 4 skoolAlthough the fact that its nice and easy to come use the computers at the library (as i am on a tight budget and rather save my dosh for young and interseting things like Vegas and peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches then spend on internet cafes, as i do spend most of the time staring at the screen with blank expressions, and the rest of it slowly touch typing) i cant wait to never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109339890906034674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109339890906034674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109339890906034674' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109331596683267813</id><published>2004-08-24T12:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:52:46.833+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HIDEOUS so construction guys really do still yell out ridicili remarks. this morning i got told that i wasnt their style, which was followed with a Ricky Martin Whopahhh! ont you slap ya footy theighs at me. oh no really i am gonna beat myself up about not being your style, how hilarious.get a real job. thats so 1997!!!sunny again, happy still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109331596683267813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109331596683267813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109331596683267813' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109322247838165510</id><published>2004-08-23T10:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T10:54:38.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have to take it back as i really am as cool as i think, horraayyy i have started to hear from America which is making the end goal so close now i can nearly smell it (remembering that i dont actually smell in public but will be thinking about it).got incredibly pissy on weekend, didnt do anything just boozed it up!was so stoked to recieve soem phonecalls from Brookie On The Other Side Of The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109322247838165510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109322247838165510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109322247838165510' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109271100860321829</id><published>2004-08-17T12:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T12:50:08.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where theres fruit, theres a wayi am sure that there are a couple peps out there that would find this story funny and i cant believe that i hadnt mentioned it earlier......the other week i had the usual crazy weekend at Jess' house and thought it time i venture back to Black Rock come Sunday afternoon. So she walking me out the gate , which opens out to a fairy busy street come that time of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109271100860321829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109271100860321829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109271100860321829' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109228276028075675</id><published>2004-08-12T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:52:40.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well thank god my irregular sleeping habits are back, back baby back i tell you!! i feel great because of it. so am i unemployed? working? or on holidays? the thing is i have no idea what the answer to that is, which is great, its fantabulous in fact. having no resposibilities is my second name. i changing first name to Cherry (although some would argue Bindi is more fitting-thanks Dad).......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109228276028075675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109228276028075675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228276028075675' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109210295297673226</id><published>2004-08-10T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:55:52.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND ACTIONwell here i go again, i cant believe i have been so outta whack lately, first while i did have access to a pc my posts werent working and then i was completely without access for a few weeks but fear not i am back now and i guess i have a lot to say....well you would think so hey...first of all i am at a local library which i s hilarious. i have finished my months worth of work here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109210295297673226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109210295297673226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109210295297673226' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109073706479803340</id><published>2004-07-25T16:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T16:31:04.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109073706479803340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109073706479803340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109073706479803340' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-109004705565792922</id><published>2004-07-17T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T16:53:59.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109004705565792922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/109004705565792922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109004705565792922' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108934258368742674</id><published>2004-07-09T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:09:43.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ps. one of the neighbours parks their motorbike on the footpath out front of the house hmm excuse me but thats not cool!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108934258368742674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108934258368742674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108934258368742674' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108934245642617190</id><published>2004-07-09T12:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:07:36.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forgot how dark it is in that roommy god i couldve slept all day but oh my god i have some strutting and lerking to do on the streets of Melbourne. its so good to be home. we greeted but J&amp;M at the airport and felt like it was just lastweek that i was here.... is it wrong of me to walk into the house and say 'whats with this??" "whats with that?" oh its just habbit! YOU CAN TAKE THE HOUSE BITCH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108934245642617190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108934245642617190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108934245642617190' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108916495472297609</id><published>2004-07-07T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T12:55:15.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TECHNOLOGICAL LET DOWN.....(typed on Wednesday but not published)ok so i am flying out of Adelaide tomozza night and sleeping in my old bed at Jess and Mikes for a couple nights which makes me incredibly happy. very happy about everything at the moment, thinks it pure denialxx be writing to ya in melbourne baby, you heard me MELBOURNE!! where its always raining and there are fake birds cherping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108916495472297609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108916495472297609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108916495472297609' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108857718165802289</id><published>2004-06-30T16:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:33:01.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quickythe quickest entry ever..... well eventful week, full of once in a life times.....went to RSPCA to help sister find a new pet, which was a traumatic event for all....walked away empty handed which was nothing personal, but ouch it hurt walking away.... poor puppies either stare to get eye contact and send telepathic signals telling me"take me" OR avoid all eye contact what so ever so that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108857718165802289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108857718165802289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108857718165802289' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108816583817528691</id><published>2004-06-25T21:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T22:17:18.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excuse me umm hello hello!! oh yes feeling a little frustrated with people at the moment. umm just asking for a little aknowledgement, encouragement,interest, any emotions of any sort really, but then again i guess its not healthy to think like that. Its nice to have a site where i can empty some of this stuff out from my head, as sometimes its feels like nobody is listening. does anyone care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108816583817528691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108816583817528691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816583817528691' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108763207953839170</id><published>2004-06-19T17:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:01:19.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having fear and dreams and feeling sad yet excited are all things that help you realise you're living right? this week has been another one of pressure, opportunities, and overwhelming emotions... i am starting to convince myself that i feel sick and all that but its just nerves right?first of all i farewelled dear Bee at the airport very early this morning which was and i think is still really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108763207953839170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108763207953839170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108763207953839170' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108727127692415439</id><published>2004-06-15T13:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:47:56.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need clarity!isn't life just full of little twists and turns??? well this morning i was thrown a big one...... i am saving money well and am hoping to be leaving for U.S. in a couple months, and i have now been offered the opportunity to go work in Melbourne again for a month.... my family will say i am crazy but hello! of course i am considering it. all i know is my feet are itchy (need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108727127692415439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108727127692415439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108727127692415439' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108720459882984385</id><published>2004-06-14T18:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T19:16:38.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just when i think i have seen all there is to see along the south australian coast i discover new land and beaches that i never knew exsisted. i spent most of the weekend rugged up like an eskimo but hanging on these pebbled beaches along the coast somewhere. it felt like a foreign place. chilling, just chilling.then i return home and decide to go for a walk along the beach at the bay and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108720459882984385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108720459882984385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108720459882984385' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108686910907565190</id><published>2004-06-10T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:05:09.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling the neglect?? build a bridge.well arent i feeling like a little mix bag of emotions this week? yes i am. i feel i could blame many different things but will shrug it off as a winter thing. do i really hwate winter this much? it hasnt really even started yet which is what i think i am freaking about. i need sunshine, or like a seedling i wont grow and blossom. been visiting my Nan in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108686910907565190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108686910907565190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108686910907565190' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108605546401687858</id><published>2004-06-01T11:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:04:24.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>golly gosh my slepping pattern is up da creek if ya know what i mean, but hey cant complain as late night telly was good lastnight and i get to sleep in 3 mornings this week. With a crooked neck mind you, ouch somebody should do something about the 5 pillows on my bed! i was violated to see that Empty Nest was on, hmmm yuk.BBcho on Friday was delicious as can be, ha rain didnt scare us off. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108605546401687858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108605546401687858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108605546401687858' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108570443961904259</id><published>2004-05-28T10:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T10:33:59.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yay my car is back on the road and baby its making up for the 24 hours it lost, it out of control! For some reason ever since i got it back it has been driving like a bat out of hell, think the excellorator is stuck on or something. thinking i might have to get 'Frank' the mechanic to check it, but in the mean time i will just hook it and ride the brake a little. oh its all fun.Wednesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108570443961904259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108570443961904259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570443961904259' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108553202548207154</id><published>2004-05-26T10:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:40:25.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god, its all coming back to me now. those cold cold waits in my broken down car, waiting for ride side assistance, just to be told i need a tow.....waiting for the tow truck man (i asked this one if he forgot to put his jumper on as it was about 9 degrees...but what i was subconsciously asking was if he forgot to put his teeth in!)...waiting for my ride...now waiting for my car to be pulled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108553202548207154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108553202548207154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553202548207154' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108451916689335263</id><published>2004-05-14T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:19:26.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got approached by this man on the street today (yeah seems like a weekly accerance for me these days).He was asking for change, telling mr that he is poor and has no where to live, umm yeah that was evident baby!! i was cool with off loading some of my change, but dont push it. He started off asking if i had 10-50c, telling me with those pity eyes, to be honest. He then some how pushed it up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108451916689335263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108451916689335263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108451916689335263' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108436523320321635</id><published>2004-05-12T22:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:33:53.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a good start i had to the week...3 hours of Survivor, oh my god its gotta be good. i admit it could have been shortened to 2 hours as usual but hey i didnt flick the channel at all.  What is Boston Rob thinking?? get ya facial hair back! i am more annoyed and grossed out about that then the fact that he is getting married to that girl, whatever her name is...you know that one that won the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108436523320321635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108436523320321635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108436523320321635' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108381756629254903</id><published>2004-05-06T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:30:32.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woo hoo wohoo hooWhile i and the 2 year old i was caring for today, were out and about strolling (some would say minging) around the city streets this morning, we were greeted by a middle aged man riding (some would say wobbeling) a bike down the road. Innocent enough, but then he said "hold up, i have something for you" while he stradled his bike searching through a small siutcase he whipped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108381756629254903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108381756629254903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108381756629254903' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108367281078733463</id><published>2004-05-04T22:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T22:17:28.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>call me rude but dont call me unsupportive. i getting hasseled for not being suportive to my sister who is in the process of giving up smoking. i mean i am really happy and wish her all the best but hey dont expect too much. I give her credits though, as this is the first time even trying to quit, and i doing great so far but hey i will express my pride and happpiness in a couple of months if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108367281078733463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108367281078733463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367281078733463' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108348463189973626</id><published>2004-05-02T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:01:32.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM AWEARi am full off ideas and good intentions but i can see clearly now the rain has gone....thinking back to previous entries where i state all these things i am going to do, i realise i havent done hardly any, hmm. but hey i can explain....and i am totally aware! i bought a new head sarf and can live with this mop for a little longer, found i just had to fold my dress top down and i got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108348463189973626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108348463189973626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108348463189973626' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108312173677526236</id><published>2004-04-28T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:13:11.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPECIAL DELIVERYi had a little noisy visit from Alicia and Bee lastnight, which was a special delivery for me. Alicia just got back from Queensland and was claiming that she had a present for me that was going to make me love her guts out, and although i begged to differ as i found that very hard to believe :) i do infact love her to bits. like SOO SOOOO much. She gave me a black dress with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108312173677526236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108312173677526236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312173677526236' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108295066298173034</id><published>2004-04-26T13:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:41:55.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i was a colour, today i would be greeni did have all these things on the tip of my tongue to write here next time i had the chance but of course now i cant think of much to write,  might have something to do with the banging and crashing of the folding machine, operating beside me, oh the noise!  i have tagged along with my sister who has to finish some stuff at work, and as always finding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108295066298173034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108295066298173034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108295066298173034' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108262528224492847</id><published>2004-04-22T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:18:49.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling the pressure feel the frustrationwell it seems like its been a life time since i have turned on the computer and given my index fingers a little work out but  although i am highly medicated i am here to stay. ouch i have been living with an agonising tooth ache this week which has been giving me too much grief, and although it sounds dramatic and weak, it was infact disgusting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108262528224492847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108262528224492847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108262528224492847' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108199874452509762</id><published>2004-04-15T13:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T13:16:21.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHORT WEEKi started my new job yesterday. skool skool. its going to be a pretty cruisy familt to work for i think, and things will just get easier when school holidays are over. This family are temorarily living in an appartment in the heart of the city and i am already hoping their renovations take for ever and have to stay in this place for a few more months as i really like working in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108199874452509762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108199874452509762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108199874452509762' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108159854387005894</id><published>2004-04-10T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:06:14.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question 1 blah blahi am in the middle of my au pair apllication forms which are proving to take up a little more time then i had anticipated but at the same time i am quite enjoying. i mean i am one of the first to volunteer to fill in forms or surveys. ha, as for that time i got given $20 to fill in a car survey, pretending that i did infact own the Honda and Audi in the driveway, easy money!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108159854387005894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108159854387005894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159854387005894' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108147798940485969</id><published>2004-04-09T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:36:58.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOT CROSS BUNS one a pennywell Easters here, and all of my friends and family are not...... hmmm, but despite how i may make it sound like its the end of the world, i am quite looking forward to  some time to my self, and since i looking after mums house and dog its kinda like a retreat away from home anyway. its definietly good to drive yourself crazy with bordom occasionally, but will see how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108147798940485969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108147798940485969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147798940485969' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108113330020309776</id><published>2004-04-05T12:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:52:03.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONCE IN A LIFETIMEwell alicia and i win points for actually staying home Friday night but at the same time loose some for it not being as innocent as we had planned, but thats what happens when you start off with a few innocent drinks, ha what can we say?? we were just thirsty!! we talked the talk and definetly danced the dance but who know we we such removalists? we ended up moving her bedroom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108113330020309776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108113330020309776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113330020309776' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108088117901170642</id><published>2004-04-02T14:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:49:57.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yukoh my god oh my god, one very horrible and unforgetable thing happened to me this morning, and i am going to write it with the risk of sounding like a total lazy nudist skank, but i am hoping my behaviour is considered normal. i woke up this morning with not much to do so i thought oh what the hell i will check the computer to see if we are up and running again, happy start coz its all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108088117901170642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108088117901170642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088117901170642' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108073396452913208</id><published>2004-03-31T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:56:21.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well isnt this a crazy world we live in, twice in one day, oh its madness..heres a prediction for you... i predict that i will thrash my car so much that i will once again be calling the tow truck for someone to drug the sucker away again. its not that i want it to be like that but i realise that after nearly a week of me telling myself i need oil, oil lights on, gotta get some oil, umm yeah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108073396452913208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108073396452913208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108073396452913208' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108069771438509220</id><published>2004-03-31T11:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T11:56:25.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god call me lazy!!! well computer been out of action at home for so long now but i aint pushing the point coz found out it coz my sisters boyfriend hasnt paid his account and well i aint getting in the middle of that. i have been surviving really well while living with a 'relationship' household, but believe me, dont go there. my sister recently went away and i got told to be the 'eyes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108069771438509220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108069771438509220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069771438509220' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-108009845159275759</id><published>2004-03-24T14:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:24:18.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stay tunned....i will be back, oh yes i will be back. despite computer breakdowns and dodgy things happening i will survive and will be back within 24 hours to tell all.til then.... kisses xx</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108009845159275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/108009845159275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009845159275759' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107966546637048458</id><published>2004-03-19T14:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:07:46.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEETmy ugg boots just arrived! what part of 'happiest girl in the world' dont you understand??oh happy feet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107966546637048458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107966546637048458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966546637048458' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107960784408175959</id><published>2004-03-18T22:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:07:23.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nite B4 xmasmy painfully numb mouth says i just made a really delicious risotto, nothing flash as it is just rice but never the less i will praise my self for a dinner well done! havent cooked at all this week, and since lastnight was the first night i ate out i now wonder what i have been doing.maybe i have been replacing a nutritional meal with the packets of mints that keep me awake on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107960784408175959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107960784408175959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960784408175959' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107943926205364952</id><published>2004-03-16T23:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:17:38.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mad World"All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrowAnd I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sadThe dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107943926205364952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107943926205364952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943926205364952' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107913805671970696</id><published>2004-03-13T11:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:37:28.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh we threw around a couple ROCK OFF's lastnight!!loved it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107913805671970696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107913805671970696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913805671970696' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107913787812145937</id><published>2004-03-13T11:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:34:29.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cheers to ya head there is nothing i like more then fellow drivers that back me up when i speed through orange lights, it relieves me when i look behind in the rearview mirror to see a car right behind me, nothing like a bit of moral support. i figure they are going through the light later then me, and therefore lowers tha posibilty of me being the one breaking the law.hmm is it abit to early in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107913787812145937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107913787812145937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913787812145937' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107880090491049757</id><published>2004-03-09T13:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:58:10.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zzzzzzzthe days have been fabulous lately, just perfect. its like Sunday weather everyday. cant complain.... but i will flick through my brain files and find something to moan about........ whop there it is....Sunday i might have had too much sleep and therefore couldnt sleep when it was clearly bed time. No work the next day so i just let it go, and watched this late night 4 part movie thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107880090491049757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107880090491049757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880090491049757' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107871593568701177</id><published>2004-03-08T14:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T14:22:00.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> devil drives a holdenAfter going for a nice Friday night stroll along the beach with my sister, i was feeling good and high spirited, but little did i know that in about 20 minutes after i would be running from my car in a spooked out state. i left my sisters after the walk as i knew i had the house to my self and was looking forward to hanging out and doing some hard core minging around (very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107871593568701177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107871593568701177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871593568701177' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107846884537385200</id><published>2004-03-05T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:43:46.123+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well if i didnt just waste a whole day, i dont know what to call it.i woke this morning (not too early) and after a shower, breaky and... abit, i was asleep again. slept right through crap day time stuff on telly, although at some points i could feel that i was trying so so hard to wake up but couldn't. oh and had some trippy day time sleepin dreams, sometimes they are so mental, but i do think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107846884537385200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107846884537385200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846884537385200' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107835833651844888</id><published>2004-03-04T10:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:01:55.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCENE 9-Meatdespite the volgarity of the scene that was one of the two characters chopping up meat for their race dog, discussing whether it be horse or maybe even monkey meat, i enjoyed this play, Silent Partner. it was about these two boags struggling to identify their purpose in life, and their passion for 'the Dogs'. i was very intereged all the way through, to see how it was going to end, </summary><link 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world is.....mwa mwa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107827726015924430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107827726015924430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827726015924430' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107827711742599125</id><published>2004-03-03T12:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T12:28:15.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RING RING(well actually 7nation army ringtone)"hello is this Kate?"     "yeah""this is constable blah blah from blah blah police station"  oh how my heart sunk, what did i do this time?? he proceeded to tell me that he ringing in regards to a hit and run(4WD rammed us 5 times up my cars butt) that happened about a year ago, oh yeah that filled away in my whip lash files somewhere. Apparently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107827711742599125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107827711742599125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827711742599125' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107805575711741579</id><published>2004-02-29T22:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:58:51.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whats the frequency??i went home on the weekend, but am back home now hmmmm is home really where the heart is??i guess theres where you were born and grew up....home number onewhere you live now....home number twowhere the majority of your family lives.....home number threewhere you lived last year.... home number fourwhere you plan to spend the next year....home number fivei had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107805575711741579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107805575711741579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805575711741579' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107783966151530053</id><published>2004-02-27T10:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:57:12.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>testifywhy oh why am i awake right now? my sister crept in to my room about an hour ago, and whispered "do you have any hairspray?"in the past i have made a point of telling people that if they have to wake me up, do it in a gentle and delicate manner, but now i figure....just dont wake me up.there was no way i was going back to sleep eventhough i hadnt slept my self silly yet! oh well will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107783966151530053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107783966151530053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783966151530053' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107775763829369767</id><published>2004-02-26T12:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T12:10:08.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rip it, .....Rip it good!!!anyone who knows anything about 24 would know who David and Sherry Palmer are, i know how violated i was to wake after dreaming about them. it was actually quite funny borderline bizarre.... i was hanging out with David (who yes was still president) god knows what was happening there.....all was cool, sherry came along and borrowd my car,(which i havent owned for years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107775763829369767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107775763829369767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775763829369767' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107759999422356530</id><published>2004-02-24T16:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:22:41.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a fun weekend, but that really goes without saying as the Fringe is in town providing lots of entertainment for all, it's a family holiday! Alicia and i went and saw the funny bugger Charlie Pickering which i found very funny although i cant remember the funny things he said and done(due to lack of brain cells). oh oh  actually i do remember when it came to audience question time, someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107759999422356530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107759999422356530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759999422356530' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107697958325947971</id><published>2004-02-17T11:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:02:20.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sit Boo Boo sit, good dogi am alive just..... i cant believe how hot it has been over the past week, i mean i think i heard saturday reached upto 44, thats ridiculous, it really is. all i could do was have a cold spa. and i swear that i can hear the road sticking to my car tires. oh i can only imagine how sticky my dads wall is at his house. You see he kinda has some bees hanging around his back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107697958325947971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107697958325947971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697958325947971' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107665485887258263</id><published>2004-02-13T17:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:50:10.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want some icecream i want some icecreami keep forgetting its Friday, is that because i am not an alcoholic anymore?so its friday the 13th and i was laughing about this time, with Miss Tropicana (both laughing with her and it happened with her.... roger that) that one blackFriday we were for some reason down the beach and standing on this path for a while and then we noticed this black cat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107665485887258263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107665485887258263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665485887258263' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026815.post-107663213622658757</id><published>2004-02-13T11:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:31:27.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just woke up from a really bizarre dream where i was hiding under this tarp shelter from gunfire that was happening at the club next to the place i was at.it was weird because i was scared as but kind of knew i wasnt gonna get shot, unless i got in the way. so i just hid in the corner.some of my friends got taken away,boo hoo but they must have been ok because next thing i remember is taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107663213622658757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026815/posts/default/107663213622658757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thataintmine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663213622658757' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06526188552010635957</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></entry></feed>
