<?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-2220124028006814378</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:24.378Z</updated><category term='work'/><title type='text'>I came, I saw, I left</title><subtitle type='html'>I little place to dip into when the need arises away from the bustle of life, filled with ponders, wonders and vagueness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-1598962123966702585</id><published>2008-12-31T16:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:44:34.409Z</updated><title type='text'>p.s.</title><content type='html'>keyboard letters on new computer in new company are not coming off after 3 months - whoopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having left the awful company i had the misfortune to agree to work for - (what was i on when i agreed to that) - my then boss said that when i got my feet under the desk to give him a call and he would take me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i ask for what reason, like we have anything (positive) to say to one another.  That is a lunch i can live with out.  Needless to say i haven't got in contact...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-1598962123966702585?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1598962123966702585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=1598962123966702585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/1598962123966702585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/1598962123966702585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/12/ps.html' title='p.s.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-3881350906677087606</id><published>2008-12-31T16:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:40:51.911Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting married - hooray</title><content type='html'>At last i am marrying the man of my dreams - looking forward to next year and the business that it brings.  Sad that some family members cannot make it, but that's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-3881350906677087606?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3881350906677087606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=3881350906677087606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3881350906677087606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3881350906677087606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-married-hooray.html' title='Getting married - hooray'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-8378598027625902340</id><published>2008-07-22T16:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:15:07.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know when you just have one of those good spells, where you fell good about everything...well i am having that now. I feell happy i have my boyfriend, i feel happy i have my cats, i feel happy i have friends, i feel happy i have family. That simple really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat in Edinburgh at the moment wondering what i will have off the room service menu for dinner (big fun). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note - the letters on my keyboard have started coming off again despite IT Manager varnishing them to make them stay on longer due to the make-up i use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-8378598027625902340?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8378598027625902340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=8378598027625902340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8378598027625902340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8378598027625902340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling blessed'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-1551525845197533998</id><published>2008-05-22T21:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:37:41.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupid things people have said to me at work</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; am constantly amazed at what dribble comes out of mens' mouth's who work in the construction, and by this do not assume the subbies on the building sites, oh no, this is from the mouths of the highest ranks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The reason that the letters on your keyboard are coming off is because you are a woman and because women wear make-up it is something in that that makes the letters rub off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have been told by HR that i should be more open and therefore i will sit in the chair beside you in the meeting room, not across the table from you which can be seen as a barrier. Don't worry i will leave the door open i don't want you to think i will rape you or anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I would never give you that job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You have to do me a favour and meet with the Marketing Director before i can formally offer you the position as he questions how someone who is 31 years old can earn £xxxk".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will continue to think of more and keep posting, as i am sure there is a book in this somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-1551525845197533998?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1551525845197533998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=1551525845197533998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/1551525845197533998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/1551525845197533998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-things-people-have-said-to-me-at.html' title='Stupid things people have said to me at work'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-6472700530353171411</id><published>2008-04-17T22:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:04:22.500Z</updated><title type='text'>.....and further more</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live life to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utmost&lt;/span&gt; enjoyment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absorb&lt;/span&gt; yourself in love and those you love...all else is inconsequential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-6472700530353171411?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6472700530353171411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=6472700530353171411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/6472700530353171411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/6472700530353171411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-further-more.html' title='.....and further more'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-893513522250038065</id><published>2008-04-17T21:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:01:05.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Bollocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My uncle Eddie has fought the good fight, and lost. Having put up the bravest (and longest) fight - he bowed out gracefully....a gentleman to the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am angry in that those that are left behind are the ones that break. To watch loved ones in pain, there are no words, you just want to absorb as much as possible, but who are you? In the big scheme of things you are not big enough, brave enough or strong enough to take the pain from them. All you can do is listen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no words, my heart breaks. I love my family and i would protect them as much as i can, but i can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-893513522250038065?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/893513522250038065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=893513522250038065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/893513522250038065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/893513522250038065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/04/bollocks.html' title='Bollocks'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-3359386361855322442</id><published>2008-03-23T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:51:12.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since i last posted i turned the big 3 0, bought a house and adopted 2 cats (hello Indie and Bobby) which i adore (so i have been busy, that is m excuse for not posting). It was the best decision i have made, i actually get excited coming home from to see them after work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still doing MBA - completed 2 modules ....and passed. Cannot wait to finish...need that boost in career. I found a quote by a one Oliver Wendell Holmes - i have no idea who he is but i completely agree with his thought -" A mind stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work has become tiresome, the struggles of the ego dominated, small-minded, small-horizon, small everything business has got my goat. It is a waiting game, unfortunatley the waiting seems to take ages...but not long ...not long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be completing an assignment, but i am doing everything (like posting) not to finish it - i don't have the drive because i now i also have tomorrow therefore pressure is not on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-3359386361855322442?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3359386361855322442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=3359386361855322442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3359386361855322442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3359386361855322442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-8106745932513800940</id><published>2007-10-19T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:09:31.280Z</updated><title type='text'>I haven't disappeared of the face of the planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; know i haven't posted in ages ...life has taken over.... so a summary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends - Gained more, enjoyed more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found a friend that lost contact over 10 years ago. She is subsequently married with two kids and a career&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family - Loved more, challenged more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Career - Surviving .... just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started MBA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told that the reason the letters on the keyboard of my laptop where wearing off is because i am a woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inadvertantly sent a pair of my pants (used) to the director of our Edinburgh office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't make me expalin more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-8106745932513800940?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8106745932513800940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=8106745932513800940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8106745932513800940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8106745932513800940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havent-disappeared-of-face-of-planet.html' title='I haven&apos;t disappeared of the face of the planet'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-8995117216934049797</id><published>2007-09-08T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:53:21.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Our first dinner party part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So 2 friends baled due too flu, and the other 2 never showed due to a car crash on the way (no injuries - shaken but not stirred). So with a mountain of food, it was us to muppets eating on the coffee table at 10.30pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe next time we will have more luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-8995117216934049797?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8995117216934049797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=8995117216934049797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8995117216934049797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8995117216934049797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-first-dinner-party-part-deux.html' title='Our first dinner party part deux'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-6215412056505862120</id><published>2007-09-01T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:32:47.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Our first dinner party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we have 4 friends and a bambino coming for dinner. So the menu is nibbles and drinks on arrival, leg of lamb and three veg for main and a pavalova with resh fruit for pudding. I am in charge of nibbles and pudding. I got the receipe from mere and was set to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was adviced against actually making pudding as too much hassle and just to buy something nice. I accepted that decision as i would still need to prep and dress it - therefore i am sill making a contribution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 friends and bambino pulled out due to flu. I therefore made the decision to ditch pudding all together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still in charge of nibbles - crisps and olives (with feta bits).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beau has cleaned the house, dressed the table and will be cooking the dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel great making and hosting a dinner party - i could get used to this (do i sound old?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-6215412056505862120?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6215412056505862120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=6215412056505862120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/6215412056505862120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/6215412056505862120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-first-dinner-party.html' title='Our first dinner party'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-2340114575685583427</id><published>2007-08-30T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:23:29.972Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught the sun today, pity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the shooting star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-2340114575685583427?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2340114575685583427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=2340114575685583427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/2340114575685583427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/2340114575685583427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-caught-sun-today-pity-imissed.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-8784203659244520874</id><published>2007-08-26T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:26:14.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Bank holiday weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hooray. I bombed down to Weymouth early on friday to miss the bank holiday weekend traffic, which i did... just. Chilled for a while and then did a 10km walk at midnight with my aunt and cousin. I felt great, did it in 2 hours. The next morning, and i say morning because yes i did get up in the am, i went a played 9 holes of golf with my aunt. This is a milestone as that is the first time that i have played a full 9 holes, although we didn't keep score and sometimes hit more than 1 ball off the tee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a thoroughly wonderful couple of days, the sun was sunny and the whole thing relaxing and enjoyable, i love it down there... althoug i always seem to pack ahuge amount of activity in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby G was as cute as ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-8784203659244520874?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8784203659244520874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=8784203659244520874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8784203659244520874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/8784203659244520874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/bank-holiday-weekend.html' title='Bank holiday weekend'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-3028096018069967435</id><published>2007-08-21T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:21:52.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving to the exotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For ages we have lain in bed listening to the birds that have nested in the mature tree outside the house. For ages we listened to the mummy &amp; daddy birds obviously taking joy in their little broad. From dawn to dusk, it was the breeding season ... we understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until one day, the beau debated the origin of such a screech and the relentless noise, and went on an investigative walk. Oh yes, in the surburbs of the working class demographic geographical environs of Hampshire is a garden with a shed in it, and in that shed is not one, but four birds of paradise (I assume with all the correct paperwork). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just need a sand pit in the garden and we can imagine we are in the exotic wilds... joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-3028096018069967435?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3028096018069967435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=3028096018069967435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3028096018069967435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3028096018069967435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-to-exotic.html' title='Moving to the exotic'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-3563911345547302226</id><published>2007-08-11T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:13:42.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two updates which are great, one of the heart and one of the mind:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin has finally got the date when her and her husband will have their adoptive son home - August 24th. They have been waiting 2 years for this day, and they are very relieved that it is actually happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, with some help, got the flat rearranged ready for rental and took loads of stuff to the dump. I feel like alot was achieved and i am much closer to the goal. I think a few days off are required for the final push ... and a chippy. So looking forward to the next phase of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-3563911345547302226?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3563911345547302226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=3563911345547302226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3563911345547302226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/3563911345547302226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-somewhere.html' title='Getting somewhere'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-4095383613183028335</id><published>2007-08-07T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:37:46.215Z</updated><title type='text'>A being doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it when you meet people, particularly in the random business cocktail party / jolly arena there is never really anything deep and meaningful to discuss, so almost instinctively people open conversation with "so what do you do?". This is a question that I ponder, because it defines you as a person by what you do, not who you be.  Ponder this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are called human beings NOT human doings. You have to BE before you DO [anthing].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-4095383613183028335?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4095383613183028335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=4095383613183028335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4095383613183028335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4095383613183028335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-doing.html' title='A being doing'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-5455560230532191595</id><published>2007-08-03T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:31:13.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Live or die situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard a surreal conversation today. If a person is in dire need i.e. no money, no job, no home - literally on the streets, they can apply for a 'crisis' loan which will allow them to get basic food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toiletries&lt;/span&gt; until their case is dealt with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of the numerous questions that is asked within the application process, one of them is "what would happen to you if you did not have anything to eat or drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-5455560230532191595?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5455560230532191595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=5455560230532191595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/5455560230532191595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/5455560230532191595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/08/live-or-die-situation.html' title='Live or die situation'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-7094092619488249647</id><published>2007-07-31T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:23:33.599Z</updated><title type='text'>A woman in the workplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can say is that I am glad my sling-backs are tightly secured as I am doing a lot of running and I have found some kicking is necessary when dealing with some colleagues and it would bother me to loose a shoe was a response i gave to a someone when he asked how i was getting on in my new job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He obviously thought i was being witty, because when i saw him the next time he asked if my sling-backs were tightly secured. I informed him that i had my 3 inch peep-toes that tie around the ankle on. He asked if they were sturdy enough for kicking. I said i wouldn't use these ones for kicking, the 3 inch heels makes them more useful stabbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He laughed. I didn't . arrrrgh the frustations of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-7094092619488249647?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7094092619488249647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=7094092619488249647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/7094092619488249647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/7094092619488249647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/07/woman-in-workplace.html' title='A woman in the workplace'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-4325441829007628727</id><published>2007-07-26T07:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:28:49.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Mornings are bad, coffee is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up with my eyes stuck together, eyes no longer use to contact lenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have committed to a deadline today on a project i have been putting off for ages. It has to be done, it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-4325441829007628727?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4325441829007628727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=4325441829007628727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4325441829007628727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4325441829007628727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/07/mornings-are-bad-coffee-is-good.html' title='Mornings are bad, coffee is good'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-7731458676514510047</id><published>2007-07-24T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:21:27.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, so the compromise of moving in with beau (well one of the many) is that i must have a cat(s). So in anticipation of moving i have been perusing the local animal shelters for suitable candidates - that is if Chloe stays with parents (discussion yet to be had).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a couple of great guys that are gorgeous and i could really see coming to live with us, so i show the beau on the web and then for the first time ever he has an opinion! The guy who doesn't do pets now wants a Pedigree cat - i mean how much??! If i am going to spend a few hundred i would rather it was on a handbag than a cat. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen there as so any needy cats out there, you cannot possibly buy a Pedigree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how it will be .... lots of debates ... arrives home to find new cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-7731458676514510047?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7731458676514510047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=7731458676514510047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/7731458676514510047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/7731458676514510047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/07/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-457753168901127675</id><published>2007-07-24T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:30:37.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Out of the boiling pot and into the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you arrive late, leave early, spend too much time testing how quickly you can stir your coffee without it spilling over the edge and generally fill your 'Things to do today' list with the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Make coffee 5mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Drink coffee 10 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pick up emails from hotmail 5 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Read magazine 20 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunch 90 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is time to reassess where you want to be and what you want to be doing. So i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here i am entrenched in my new office, at my new desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think i now have the record for how long before your 'Things to do today' list starts with 'Make coffee'. I can count it in hours ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It defines me, makes me stronger, allows me to develop people management skills, manage emotions etc etc. It will make me a better boss in the future! (are you convinced?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-457753168901127675?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/457753168901127675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=457753168901127675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/457753168901127675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/457753168901127675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-of-boiling-pot-and-into-fire.html' title='Out of the boiling pot and into the fire'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-2117218962549226151</id><published>2006-12-15T15:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:44:36.904Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Life is like a jar of jalapenos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Life is like a jar of jalapenos, what you do today may burn your ass tomorrow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is becoming quite tiresome, and it is not the fact that I have 26 years to retirement, it is that i am struggling with the ethos of the company and senior management attitude in some quarters. Therefore I am taking the bold step in moving on. I don't know where or what to, but i do know it will be something. The anxiety is, and what draws me to the opening quote, is will i regret ... but then if you don't try you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-2117218962549226151?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2117218962549226151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=2117218962549226151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/2117218962549226151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/2117218962549226151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-like-jar-of-jalapenos_15.html' title='Life is like a jar of jalapenos..'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-4862972970483913060</id><published>2006-12-15T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:32:38.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2220124028006814378-4862972970483913060?l=whatever-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4862972970483913060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220124028006814378&amp;postID=4862972970483913060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4862972970483913060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220124028006814378/posts/default/4862972970483913060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatever-m.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-like-jar-of-jalapenos.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498773867631051934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-5365004607637600130</id><published>2006-11-20T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:58:20.141Z</updated><title type='text'>It works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not known in my world for being IT literate, nor do I rate myself, therefore i would like to take this moment to pat myself firmly on the back for setting up a blog and setting the right time on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220124028006814378.post-9013899357845418122</id><published>2006-11-20T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:16:37.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my first foray into Blogging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it work? 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