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Tonight was the kids school show for christmas.  They sang a few songs and then the teachers husband dressed up as Father Christmas and gave out gifts that we had to hand in earlier in the day.  Joshua was most upset that it was not the real father christmas as he said he had elastic holding his beard on.  He was also upset that Father Christmas had ignored his request for a power ranger and given him a horse on a stick ride along toy instead.  Aggg shame I must listen to what they want next time a little better.

I found these images I submitted to The Mirror Project. The Mirror Project is a growing community of like-minded individuals who have photographed themselves in all manner of reflective surfaces. More...

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This is one of the images submitted 27460 and was taken on the reflective side of a DVD - no image edditing done here at all.

Here is my Mom’s very old Hot Milk Sponge recipe:

90 Grams Marge or Butter (I always use butter)
375ml Flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
125ml milk 250ml sugar
3 eggs
1-teaspoon vanilla essence:

Method: Place butter and milk in a pot and bring to boiling point - in the meantime beat eggs well, add vanilla and sugar and beat until bubbles appear, sift flour and baking powder into the mixture then add all at once the hot milk and butter and mix together, pour into a baking tin which is well greased bake for 15 to 20 min. at 180 - for chocolate cake Add 2 tablespoons cocoa to flour before sifting I sometimes mix a teaspoon of coffee with the hot milk it makes it a darker and more rich nice, when cool I cut through the middle and ice it.

Well hope you’ll enjoy this wish we were there to have some too.

When you feel that nobody loves you,

Am I a doos?”

Where is the summer.  Its rainy and cold and depressing here !!!

Joshua is sitting at his and Sebastians PC and busy organising the desktop shortcuts into categories.  Wonder where he gets that from.

The universe is being mean to me.

Found this on a site I used to post to.

It’s a Long One
I had to write up a birth story for my active birth yoga class so here it is, its a pretty long one as they require all the details

Dear Annabel

I managed to get a look at my notes in the hospital and took down some of the details. Only reason I have the times so well down as its mostly a bit blurry in my memory.

It all started Saturday in the early hours of the morning. I was up pretty late getting the last of my things organised. I had just put up a list of things for Tarryn to remember to take to the hospital on the front door and finished prepping my birth announcement cards. It was 1 am and Tarryn came up from the restaurant to tell me to go to bed and I remember jokingly telling him I had finished organising everything and the baby could now come out.

At 2 I woke up with the most incredible urge to go to the toilet but was only able to urinate. So I went to the kitchen and had the hugest bowl of bran flakes in I could manage and thought that would sort that out once and for all. Hubby was finished work and watching telly. I then went back to bed.

At 3 I woke again with what I thought may be contractions. But they were not sore in my stomach as expected but immense pressure again on the back passage. I went to the toilet and was it I had mild dioherea. And mucous discharge tinged pink. I thought it must be the bran flakes working. But was not sure about the discharge as it had been all week a clear discharge and only now had it turned pinkish. And was sure the supposed contractions were fake ones. This continued to happen and I started timing the contractions and they seemed 8 - 10 minutes apart. Hubby had fallen asleep on the sofa so I left him for the time being. With every contraction I needed to sit on the loo and urinate.

Been going through my photographs and found one I took a while ago. 

And this was one I setup and took for Corrina as it’s her favourite.