<?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-31015217</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:45:34.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blue's revenge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></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-31015217.post-7479935783434984162</id><published>2007-04-16T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:22:50.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Crocodiles were sitting at the side of the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swamp near the lake in Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't understand how&lt;br /&gt;you can be so much bigger than me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're the same age, we were the same&lt;br /&gt;size as kids. I just don't get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the big Crock, "what have you been eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Politicians, same as you," replied the small Crock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. Well, where do you catch them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down the other side of the swamp near the parking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lot by the Parliament House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same here. Hmm. How do you catch them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I crawl up under one of their Lexus cars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wait for one to unlock&lt;br /&gt;the car door. Then I jump out, grab them by the leg, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shake the shit out of them and eat 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;Ah!" says the big Crocodile, "I think I see your problem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're not getting any real nourishment. See, by the time you finish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaking the shit&lt;br /&gt;out of a Politician, there's nothing left but an asshole and a briefcase."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-7479935783434984162?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/7479935783434984162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=7479935783434984162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/7479935783434984162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/7479935783434984162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-crocodiles-were-sitting-at-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-770789290322301239</id><published>2007-04-16T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:13:28.245+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very loud, unattractive, hard-faced woman walks into &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Warehouse with her two kids in tow, screaming &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The door greeter says, "Good morning and welcome to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Warehouse,  nice children you've got there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are they twins?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fat ugly woman stops screaming long enough to snarl: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Of course they bloody aren't! The oldest is nine and the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youngest is seven. Why the hell would you think they're twins?..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you really think they look alike, you di*khead?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Absolutely not,   Madam, " replies the greeter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I just can't believe anyone would shag you twice!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-770789290322301239?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/770789290322301239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=770789290322301239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/770789290322301239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/770789290322301239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-loud-unattractive-hard-faced-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-3755909452024468744</id><published>2007-04-10T22:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:40:29.387+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black Panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna had lost her husband almost four years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Her daughter was constantly calling her and urging her to get back&lt;br /&gt;into the world.  Finally, Anna said she'd go out, but didn't know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter immediately replied, "Mom I have someone for you to meet.&lt;br /&gt;" Well, it was an immediate hit. &lt;br /&gt;They took to one another and after dating for six weeks,&lt;br /&gt;he asked her to join him for a weekend in Vermont . &lt;br /&gt;Their first night there, she undressed as he did&lt;br /&gt;There she stood nude, except for a pair of black lacy panties;&lt;br /&gt;he was in his birthday suit. Looking her over, he asked, &lt;br /&gt;"Why the black panties?"  She replied: "My breasts you can fondle,&lt;br /&gt; my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still mourning."&lt;br /&gt;He knew he was not getting lucky that night. &lt;br /&gt;The following night was the same--she stood there wearing the black panties,&lt;br /&gt;and he was in his birthday suit--but now he was wearing a black condom.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him and asked: "What's with the black condom?" He replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I want to offer my deepest condolences"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-3755909452024468744?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/3755909452024468744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=3755909452024468744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/3755909452024468744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/3755909452024468744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-panties-anna-had-lost-her-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117284062615066293</id><published>2007-03-02T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:03:46.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; A man and a woman who had never met before, both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.&lt;br /&gt;Initially embarrassed &amp; uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired &amp;amp; fell asleep quickly... him in the upper bunk &amp; her in the lower.At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down &amp;amp; gently woke the woman saying,  "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet, to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold.""I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married.""Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed."Good," she replied. "Get your own XXXXing blanket."After a moment of silence, he farted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117284062615066293?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117284062615066293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117284062615066293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117284062615066293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117284062615066293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/03/man-and-woman-who-had-never-met-before.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117284057368555108</id><published>2007-03-02T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:02:53.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was the over 60s night at the bingo hall and three chaps were talking&lt;br /&gt; in the queue. "Man, I hate being 60," said one.&lt;br /&gt; "Why?" asked the man in front.&lt;br /&gt; "I've just turned 60 and it is just the worst age to be," said the first man.&lt;br /&gt; "You always feel like you have to pee and most of the time you&lt;br /&gt; stand there and nothing comes out."&lt;br /&gt; Ah, that's nothing," said the second man. "I'm 70, and when you my&lt;br /&gt; age you don't have a bowel movement any more. You take laxatives, eat&lt;br /&gt; bran, and sit on the toilet all day and nothing comes out!"&lt;br /&gt; "Actually," said the third man, "I'm 80 and I think you'll find that 80&lt;br /&gt; is the worst age of all."&lt;br /&gt; "Do you have trouble peeing, too?" asked the 60-year old.&lt;br /&gt; "No, I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse; no problem at all."&lt;br /&gt; "So, do you have a problem with your bowel movement?" asked the 70-year&lt;br /&gt; old."No, I have one every morning at 6:30." Exasperated, the 60-year-old&lt;br /&gt; said, "You pee every morning at 6:00 and crap every morning at 6:30.&lt;br /&gt; So what's so bad about being 80?"&lt;br /&gt; I don't wake up until 7:00."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117284057368555108?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117284057368555108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117284057368555108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117284057368555108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117284057368555108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-over-60s-night-at-bingo-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117192993879612919</id><published>2007-02-20T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:05:38.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A train hits a bus load of Catholic school girls and they all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;perish. They are all in heaven trying to enter the pearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;gates past St. Peter. St. Peter asks the first girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Jessica, have you ever had any contact with a penis?"&lt;br /&gt;She giggles and shyly replies, "Well I once touched the head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;of one with the tip of my finger."&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter says, "OK, dip the tip of your finger in The Holy Water and&lt;br /&gt;Pass through the gate." St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Catherine have you ever had any contact with a penis?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl is a little reluctant but replies, "Well once I fondled and&lt;br /&gt;stroked one."St. Peter says, "OK, dip your whole hand in The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Holy Water and pass through the gate."&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls; one&lt;br /&gt;girl is pushing her way to the front of the line.&lt;br /&gt;When she reaches the front of the line St. Peter says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Molly! What seems to be the rush?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl replies, "If I'm going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I&lt;br /&gt;want to do it before Tiffany sticks her ass in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117192993879612919?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117192993879612919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117192993879612919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117192993879612919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117192993879612919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-water-train-hits-bus-load-of.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117185942107371696</id><published>2007-02-19T14:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:30:21.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women Are Evil By Nature...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She gestured alluringly  to the bartender who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;approached her immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She seductively signalled that he should bring his face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;closer to hers.As he did, she gently caressed his full beard.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with both hands.Actually, no," he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "Is there anything I can do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;running her forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; him to suck themgently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Tell him," she whispered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117185942107371696?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117185942107371696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117185942107371696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117185942107371696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117185942107371696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-are-evil-by-nature.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117184478937602798</id><published>2007-02-19T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:26:29.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;A piece of news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may have been aware that I’ve returned to part time study to complete a Diploma of Remedial Massage at a Private College at Stones Corner.  I need to update my skills and have the opportunity to have patients obtain rebates from Private Health Insurance.  So I had a few exemptions of subjects due to prior learning from previous studies.  I have already completed Lymphatic Drainage over two full weekends and was happy but annoyed that I completed the subject with a 99% pass rate (the only question I got wrong was an anatomy question).  Now 12 years ago when I studied I had to complete Anatomy &amp; Physiology 2 subject (understanding the 12 systems of the body – Cardiovascular, Lymphatic, Sensory (sight, smell, taste, hearing), Renal, Endocrine – you get the drift anyway), back to the story… I failed this subject, even though I found it interesting, I failed it.  So when I had to re sit this subject I got rather panicky about it all.  I even took 2 days off work before the exam to study for it…. Well I kind of flew through the exam on the day, and ended up making a few errors on the questions about the Kidneys…don’t worry Mum, I’m not going to work in Renal or Dialysis at the Hospital…..I thought I would have done quite well and scored maybe a credit.  I have just rung my College to ask about the results….&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.People I scored 224 marks out of 250 total exam. I have achieved a level 6 – A DISCTINCTION…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me right now, I’m doing the happy happy joy joy dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and thanks for reading, please send money and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on A &amp; P 3 which starts tomorrow arvo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117184478937602798?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117184478937602798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117184478937602798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117184478937602798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117184478937602798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/02/piece-of-news-many-of-you-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-117178273646529106</id><published>2007-02-18T17:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:33:10.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/843702/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/320/369080/reflections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a friends page, and I thought why the hell not post in here for all of you to do... so here it is, feel free to copy it and add your responses as commentsPlace an X by all the things you've done, or remove the X from the ones you haven't . This is for your entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;Drank so much you threw up. x&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back. X&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date. x&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school. x and felt so guilty i had to tell my Mum...&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die. X (3 so far)&lt;br /&gt;Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane. X&lt;br /&gt;Been lost. X&lt;br /&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Washington , DC.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean. X&lt;br /&gt;Felt like dying.X&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep. X&lt;br /&gt;Played cops and robbers X&lt;br /&gt;Recently colored with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke. X&lt;br /&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins. X&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't. X&lt;br /&gt;Made prank phone calls. X&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose. X&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue. snow? is there such a thing in my tropical state?? lol&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain. X&lt;br /&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus. X&lt;br /&gt;Been kissed under the mistletoe. X&lt;br /&gt;Watched the sun rise with someone you care about. X Blown bubbles. X&lt;br /&gt;Made a bonfire on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Crashed a party. x&lt;br /&gt;Gone roller-skating. X&lt;br /&gt;Gone Ice-skating. X&lt;br /&gt;Any Nicknames: Suz e que, Big Red, Godzilla(i was a tall kid at school)Princess Fluff Bottom (my friends don't believe my hubby that a flatuate..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Mothers Name: Sandra&lt;br /&gt; What is your favorite drink? khalua &amp; Milk, Jim Beam Black Label, Asti Riccodonna, Crouchen Reisling&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Body piercing? belly button, nose, ears&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love your job? i love it so much..yes i'm on holidays&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Penrith, NSW&lt;br /&gt;Favorite vacation spot? Sunshine Coast&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Africa ?&lt;br /&gt;Ever eaten cookies for dinner? x&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Ever steal any traffic signs? x&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a car accident? x&lt;br /&gt;Was it your fault? x&lt;br /&gt;2 doors or 4? 4&lt;br /&gt;Salad Dressing? x&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pie? apricot&lt;br /&gt;Favorite number/s? 3, 7&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie? Pride and Prejudice, Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday? christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Favorite dessert? easier to say what i don't like...hahah&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food? chinese or Italian&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week? saturday&lt;br /&gt;Favorite brand of body soap? Palmolive Glycerine&lt;br /&gt;Favorite t.v. show? x files, ER&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste? Colgate&lt;br /&gt;Favorite smell? Chocolate Cake &amp;amp; Rain&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to relax? give a massage or receive one&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a message to your friends or family reading this? love you all&lt;br /&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years? in my own Remedial Massage Practice&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are bored? eat&lt;br /&gt;Furthest place you will send this message? to Paul in Wales&lt;br /&gt;Who will respond fastest? doubt anyone would respond&lt;br /&gt;is there someone you would like to get to know better? yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-117178273646529106?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/117178273646529106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=117178273646529106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117178273646529106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/117178273646529106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-found-this-on-friends-page-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116904063290145719</id><published>2007-01-17T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:50:26.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Another Joke.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lulu was a prostitute, but she didn't want her grandma to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One day, the police raided a whole group of prostitutes at a sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;party in a hotel, and Lulu was among them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The police took them outside and had all the prostitutes line up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;along the driveway when suddenly, Lulu's grandma came by and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;saw her granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grandma asked, "Why are you standing in line here, dear?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not willing to let her grandmother know the truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lulu told her grandmother that the policemen were passing out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;free oranges and she was just lining up for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why, that's awfully nice of them. I think I'll get some for myself,"&lt;br /&gt;Grandma said, and she proceeded to the back of the line.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A policeman was going down the line asking for information from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all of the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma, he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bewildered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and exclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Wow, still going at it at your age? How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grandma replied, "Oh, it's easy, dear. I just take my dentures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ripthe skin back and suck them dry."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The policeman fainted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116904063290145719?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116904063290145719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116904063290145719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904063290145719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904063290145719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116904015928481382</id><published>2007-01-17T23:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:33:00.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A favourite recipe of mine&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Cheese Log&lt;/strong&gt;. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;njoy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Double click on the recipe to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116904015928481382?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116904015928481382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116904015928481382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904015928481382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904015928481382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/01/favourite-recipe-of-mine-cheese-log.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116904004623859652</id><published>2007-01-17T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:33:38.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/987845/recipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/320/833244/recipe.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116904004623859652?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116904004623859652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116904004623859652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904004623859652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116904004623859652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116903856897751079</id><published>2007-01-17T22:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:56:09.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A woman and her boyfriend are out having a few drinks. While they're sitting there having a good time together she starts talking about this really great new drink. The more she talks about it, the more excited she gets, and starts trying to talk her boyfriend into having one. After awhile he gives in and lets her order the drink for him. The bartender brings the drink and puts the following on the bar -- A saltshaker, a shot of Baileys, and a shot of lime juice. The boyfriend looks at the items quizzically and the woman explains. ""First, you put a bit of the salt on your tongue, next, you drink the shot of Baileys and hold it in you mouth, and finally, you drink the lime juice." So, the boyfriend, trying to go along and please her, goes for it. He puts the salt on his tongue -- salty but OK. He drinks the shot of Baileys - smooth, rich, cool, very pleasant. He thinks - this is OK? Finally he picks up the lime juice and drinks it .... In one second the sharp lime taste hits .... At two seconds the Baileys curdles .... At three seconds the salty curdled bitter taste hits. This triggers his gag reflex but being manly, and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, he swallows the now nasty drink. When he finally chokes it down he turns to his girlfriend, and says,Jesus, what do you call that drink?" She smiles widely at him and says, "Blow Job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116903856897751079?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116903856897751079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116903856897751079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116903856897751079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116903856897751079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/01/joke-of-week-woman-and-her-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116823301892957756</id><published>2007-01-08T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:49:12.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/227664/100_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/320/716205/100_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/393888/100_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/320/128015/100_0096.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the greeting at the island Ouvea. The locals greeted us with song and drove the tourists in brand new cars 20 mins to the designated point - Mouli Beach. The home of markets to sell Sarongs, shell jewellery and other tourist items. Quite odd to see brand new cars driven when the locals live in Mud huts. Such a simple way of life many of us thought , these people don't get stressed at all!!!! Some of the best snorkelling are in at a place called 'The Bridge'. Its away from the tourist spot and you have to get there at your own peril. Mouli Beach has the white-ist of white talcum powdery sand. The waters are sparkling blue and clear. Its really a lovely place to lose all thoughts of the daily grind. With no shops either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/403283/100_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/200/419134/100_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isle of Pines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Our last stop, this was my fav. The island is split in two so to speak. The pic with the tree covered rocks is a sacred site and the best snorkelling is around the base of the rocks. No one is allowed to climb the site. The water close to shore is very warm and the dark color of the water just drops away to cold water with the most beautifully colored fish. They come in quite close to the shore, however, most stay out at these deep parts of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/1600/522294/100_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6671/3338/200/595040/100_0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is to the left of the Sacred Site. It shows the very deep blue water and how far from the sand it is before dropping away to nothing. Again really beautiful palm trees, hence the name Isle of Pines and there has been plenty of filming in this region for movies etc. The sands are a brilliant white - just picture post card. There is a resort - but not in the same sense as we know it. The markets are just huge benches covered with banana leaves and the locals sell cooked foods ( a no no according to the ships Doctor!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116823301892957756?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116823301892957756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116823301892957756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116823301892957756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116823301892957756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2007/01/ouvea-this-is-greeting-at-island-ouvea.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116411340752818867</id><published>2006-11-21T22:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:52:46.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pacific Sun Cruise to New Caledonia.... My gorgeous hubby and I went on a cruise with friends to visit Noumea, Ouvea and Isle of Pines Sept/Oct this year. We tempted fate sharing a four berth cabin. Rather interesting when 3 of us ended up with sea sickness and i had to amuse myself in the Casino - but thats another story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this was my first trip overseas and my workmates can recount my 7 week battle to obtain the correct copy of Marriage Certificates, Divorce Certificates, Medical Certificates and finally the Passport interview!!! I was the first one out of the four to start the process and was the last one to receive the passport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now P &amp; O have had a bad trot of late with nightmare incidents onboard and we had already gone thru the trouble of selling another ship after we paid the deposit and were due to sail thru Thailand etc....but thats another story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/turps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/turps.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving Sydney Heads the first thing P &amp; O do is put on a big 'Sail Away' Party...yes your's truly made the most of the Cocktail within the first hour of being on board. After many pics &amp;amp; little videos taken on our digital camera we looked forward to enjoying fun activities and great food, silver service dining, plus the boys had a pact to drink as many cocktails &amp; rack up an unbelievable drinks bill before arrivng back. We had Three days of cruising just to get to New Caledonia, a day of shore tours, then overnight sail to Ouvea and one more night till Isle of Pines, followed by 3 days cruising back to Sydney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/dancers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were greated by Noumean dancers at the Market place - the shipping terminal. They danced as all 1900 passengers disembarked. The Noumeans are quiet pleasant people as long as you can speak some French and are prepared to spend money... The city is virtually a 3rd world city, the number homeless is quite disturbing though (maybe we just miss a lot of homeless in our own cities). The beaches and tourist part is picture postcard - what you see is exactly what it looks like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116411340752818867?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116411340752818867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116411340752818867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411340752818867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411340752818867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/11/pacific-sun-cruise-to-new-caledonia.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116411101402512447</id><published>2006-11-21T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:18:34.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/wazza.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/wazza.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent sighting of the &lt;em&gt;Neanderthal Man&lt;/em&gt; in captivity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually its just Warren) - it was noted that he hadn't shaved in a while(feburary)so he took a challange to be "The Santa Claus" of our workplace....he did the image of Santa justice, lasting until Boxing day which became the 'big shave day', and i won't mention the fun and games of the flat battery on the cordless shaver and blondie here forgetting to plug the cord in when the battery went flat to finish the job...poor Santa err i mean blondie, sorry umm Warren had to sleep with half a face shaved until the cordless charged up the next day !!!! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116411101402512447?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116411101402512447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116411101402512447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411101402512447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411101402512447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-sighting-of-neanderthal-man-in.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116411053282128228</id><published>2006-11-21T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:02:13.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/bowling%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/bowling%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cake..... I created this Ten Pin and Bowling Ball cake for one of my League's Trophy Night.  Just a quick Choc cake, but it was very effective and there was non left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116411053282128228?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116411053282128228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116411053282128228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411053282128228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116411053282128228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116410784504201282</id><published>2006-11-21T21:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:17:25.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Croc Hunter meets his match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pa_7P5AbUww"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pa_7P5AbUww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pa_7P5AbUww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin initiates Ross "the intern" to the wonders of nature...very funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116410784504201282?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116410784504201282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116410784504201282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116410784504201282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116410784504201282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/11/croc-hunter-meets-his-match-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116410670680207027</id><published>2006-11-21T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:58:26.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Blonde in the Casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived and bet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;twenty-thousand dollars ($20,000) on a single roll of the dice.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when I'm completely nude". With that, she stripped from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and&lt;br /&gt;squealed..."YES! YES! I WON, I WON!" She hugged each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;clothes and quickly departed.&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?"&lt;br /&gt;The others answered, "I don't know - I thought you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;were watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not all Irish are stupid and not all blondes are dumb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but all men are men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116410670680207027?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116410670680207027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116410670680207027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116410670680207027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116410670680207027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/11/blonde-in-casino-attractive-blonde.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116207741986430539</id><published>2006-10-29T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:42:43.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;JOKE OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not even her parent's nasty divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dressed mother- of-the-bride ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;young wife had bought the exact same dress! Jennifer asked her to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;exchange it, but she refused. "Absolutely not, I look like a million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day." A few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress. When they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116207741986430539?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116207741986430539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116207741986430539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116207741986430539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116207741986430539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/10/joke-of-week-jennifers-wedding-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116124534532982143</id><published>2006-10-19T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:43:51.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ode to Being Back to Work (my first week back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the courage to change the things I cannot accept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to kill today because they pissed my off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today as they may be connected to the ass that I may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;have to kiss tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Help me to always give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100% at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12% on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23% on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;40% on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20% on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5% on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And help me to remember.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I'm having a really bad day, and it seems that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people are trying to piss me off, that it takes 42 muscles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to frown and only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;them to bite me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your working week.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116124534532982143?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116124534532982143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116124534532982143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116124534532982143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116124534532982143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/10/ode-to-being-back-to-work-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-116079121178973109</id><published>2006-10-14T11:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:32:37.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/4854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/320/4854.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/my%20wedding%20cake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/320/my%20wedding%20cake.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here's some more Cake Toppers. The Bride dragging the Groom has been forwarded on kindly by Young Peter (see Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; and the Flower Bride &amp; Groom was from my own Wedding Cake - see previous post (My Cakes). I had trouble uploading the pic, so that's why i've only added it now. I'm still in trouble with Peter for not blogging enough....i'm trying Peter!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ps. See the new pic of me. My hubby and I recently went on a P &amp;amp; O Cruise to New Caledonia. I stumble into this shot (after a bottle of Asti Ricadonna). Thus the result of the glassy look in the eye. I will blog the trip - in months to come no doubt. Plus the Softball State Championships - my girls came in about 5th place overall. But we made it to the Semi Finals non the less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-116079121178973109?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/116079121178973109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=116079121178973109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116079121178973109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/116079121178973109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-cakes-heres-some-more-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-115867332556464601</id><published>2006-09-19T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:45:39.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Tradition in Australia was &lt;br /&gt;always Fruit Cake and a lot of cakes are ordered as a two or &lt;br /&gt;more tier cake with a different flavour each tier.&lt;br /&gt;(This keeps the old relatives quite mostly).&lt;br /&gt;Americans don't use fruit cake and a they have a&lt;br /&gt;bigger variety of flavours - its not uncommon to&lt;br /&gt;have Banana flavoured, Passionfruit or Strawberry cakes.&lt;br /&gt;They don't use the White Fondant, its always a Butter Icing&lt;br /&gt;(I always suspected they were odd; now i know!!)&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are of the Greek or Croatian persuation,&lt;br /&gt;then depending on how affluent your family are,&lt;br /&gt;or what the Social Standing in the community will depend&lt;br /&gt;on how many tiers your cake will be and these tiers are&lt;br /&gt;usually 'linked' by pillars or 'bridges' together.&lt;br /&gt;Again the Fruit Cake with White Fondant is the preferred choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over the years the top tier&lt;br /&gt;decoration has changed. Mostly we had the plastic figurine&lt;br /&gt;of the Bride &amp; Groom or a Horse &amp;amp; Carriage.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 'Flower' explosion and out the door went the&lt;br /&gt;figurines of Couples, Carriages, doves, rings etc and in came&lt;br /&gt;the huge variety of different flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today a lot of cakes reflect the colors &lt;br /&gt;of the bridal flowers usually made of sugar, or fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;(very hard to keep fresh i might add!).&lt;br /&gt;If flowers aren't to the couples' likening they can also choose&lt;br /&gt;handmade polystyrene base figures of the Bride &amp; Groom complete&lt;br /&gt;with hair color and dress color. I went this option on my own&lt;br /&gt;wedding cake (unfortunately they made my husband appear&lt;br /&gt;taller...bad mistake i'm still receiving counselling for!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Another choice is the 'sparklers', with shapes or letters,&lt;br /&gt;hand painted and inserted into the tier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The options are endless and&lt;br /&gt;so when i'm asked how much for a cake, my mind boggles with&lt;br /&gt;any number of questions. I'm usually armed with the latest&lt;br /&gt;copy of Bridal Magazine, my portfolio and the request of&lt;br /&gt;cake pictures the couple have seen and their wedding colors&lt;br /&gt;.....The best part is how much i can undercut my rivals for&lt;br /&gt;...hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="photoFlick" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/m_photopeel3d_r.swf" width="275" height="225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" flashvars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;ptxy=275.16&amp;amp;auto=1&amp;wait=4&amp;amp;img1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/170921043.jpg&amp;img2=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/170921045.jpg&amp;amp;img3=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/170923141.jpg&amp;img4=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/170923151.jpg&amp;amp;img5=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/195590858.jpg&amp;img6=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/195590863.jpg&amp;amp;img7=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/195590865.jpg&amp;img8=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL102/5995684/11750322/195590869.jpg" quality="high" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="275" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left" width="85" height="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=500&amp;amp;link=http%3A//www.picturetrail.com/webpages/about-photoflick2.shtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=501&amp;amp;link=http%3A//www.picturetrail.com/webpages/about-photoflick3.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#0e58ff;"&gt;Cool Slideshows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-115867332556464601?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/115867332556464601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=115867332556464601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/115867332556464601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/115867332556464601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cakes-tradition-in-australia-was.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31015217.post-115322167096137602</id><published>2006-07-18T21:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:30:53.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/rna%202000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/320/rna%202000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/1600/me2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G'day Thrillseekers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have finally found the time to put a message on my newly created blog. I replied to a friend of a friends blog and have been hounded to do a blog of my own. My blog might not be the most interesting or creative, but thankfully no one is the same and that's what makes the world an interesting place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who is this idiot? i hear the cyberspace say...well, how about a few facts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love to Cook, i'm a whiz in the world of Cake decorating. I make Celebration cakes, anything from Weddings, Birthdays, Engagements, Christening and most recently novelty cakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Ten Pin Bowling, i bowl 3 days or more a week between league and being coached or in-house tournaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm into Softball, i play, Manage an Under 16's Rep team and we are training for the Qld State Championships in September this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(so at the moment i'm cooking a sweet treat for the girls each week - i'm sure combining 2 talents into 1 activity will score me extra brownie points&lt;that&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love to read - Stephen King, John Grisham and Pauline Simons (trilogy, about Tatiana and Alexander.. can't put those books down!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What else...ummm I love my house &amp;amp; still renovating, I love my gorgeous Hubby - Roger, gardening, and on and on and on.....an endless list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, its time i stopped blabbing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C U L8r,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31015217-115322167096137602?l=suzeque6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/feeds/115322167096137602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31015217&amp;postID=115322167096137602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/115322167096137602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31015217/posts/default/115322167096137602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzeque6.blogspot.com/2006/07/gday-thrillseekers-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>suz_e_que6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461571547723400934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6671/3338/200/suz.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
