tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44398985460710027522024-03-14T11:32:16.103-07:00Maybe where Maria came from. Mary had a dog.penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-14100927434117676732009-05-12T22:03:00.000-07:002009-05-12T23:16:37.694-07:00fishing. it's actually reely fun<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">fishing fun 101:</span></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335182920818944994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EcPT0L-DcUDEnsxQX42dvS44cr-0-Oe-C8pgToCBoTTlc-YnebzzfIv5kX8qgAFfwbNQZeFd161-mWOCxJPcLB9z89TUkX_3_klvnocaF9-dVXp4LI0MOXDriBmf_fymuLf05mWgKDw/s400/n729625530_6892770_1880744.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">peppy grove jetty.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">wine (too much).</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335183269025417362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpeE0WP8W-xmrKz9hOzDVSC67lR-2ZCVAXJuvKT1FnXDWEEaqEbHBkg5eJ_NSVdwi5WTa48mnj6gMz7A82bZhThNt3L6xaDBSSCSnfGA6iHh0ewbQKoie9aB-bfkfeimX2tZ-xTVy7To/s400/n729625530_6892768_5411895.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">picnic basket.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hats.</span></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335184119995718866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fG6PUyMNJanwczL8bg58HFFhQ74scJaF0GPdTYRmO4C5tzgJoByJbJXRCB7RYOWxTyA1-_f3D7aUMhVqFPphAmhPt6wRgfiT91bKpGRSWOLbm4RZR424XRiY8Ch1AcATcf-PNWEZQUA/s400/n729625530_6892781_2528738.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">bucket. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">camera.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">a whinging pom.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335184964236565858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgS0E-7mFgTj8SPdIKf9z6UxLEVsk3dqwu4uYgb0Muw5wQTWhN-BGrVrVnCXHCJkn6GroyMioCRaLiNAAe_yf3TJ4t1NfNzJbTnybJZYU2awtb_cgTYpRZC2xLIU083J7QJn7SrF7RI9A/s400/n500129325_1671247_1738832.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">hand reels.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">black bream.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">fishing rods.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">hook hunting.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335186759868143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdlwGHbHjoJnUcY4SDFH0FuS4iUyqmP751I7kbtia8dFgJI_WBcEPo1ph-Kf2DSWKlZqgT-A8vjQFiEDc8T7D63HoWy19Ni4tXMXtHMTH1-eVr_-AzCh989a5t6_RCK1A1y92sI2-FQM/s400/n500129325_1671248_5052047.jpg" border="0" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">bbq chicken.</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335185375855657874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhyj-BNcpfks9m3UBobDfSLfcNMZ3wrwLRIJqTGdR3BwzkIPyNxn3FIPhHdt5Ex9dz_XJCj5rjZKrbxzFCnwmWPOPVErYZa6xFF4OIlQMnoWbBa8GVK86t07wajptAxivoK1E5TCBkw8/s400/n729625530_6892783_5291501.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">blowies.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">crabs.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sea snakes. (river snakes?)</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335185963845680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1ogDHAUrgUBgFhel-0Va6-cffqjq854xusF-bjzriwg-f5218icmeNTDXb0ErI0WZB5XKGqiV6wMP4huX7erwVR6YvSrf4diBf3tM4vM_DPvMqKV5Zy1E9lT0rwAJZoIAlLXy3azlPM/s400/4148_78352594325_500129325_1637507_2825453_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">... and a whole lotta fun!</span></div><div align="center"> </div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-44218896712842149202009-03-24T21:25:00.000-07:002009-03-24T21:36:00.475-07:00air guitar: no strings attached<div align="center"> the 2009 state final @ the rosemount. 22 march.<br /></div><div align="center">tommy airmanual <strong>vs</strong> william damage iii <strong>vs </strong>ace thunderfist <strong>vs </strong>wild man from the wheatbelt.</div><div align="center">rock it. yeah! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316978349666227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaOFX8GMXfaY-VIDlkMGJNG_QiYuMnLVJWxIQF3GD6roR9zVLQUBTTFqeJ27wor2k90sC8w5WXLBNuKtyGHv-W9Vqjel-ezgMsuW2cYW0Is30GWBYnM7bA6mrtvkt-5W6XhB05_-KKkU/s400/air.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316978348418467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdfQ7UTs4hseShAUEp7HeZkkFEcvIM54V_sC1IcmMfH4RZWG_jmYgi-Z-dYdv5eVjg-hqELQng9-w96oropnJO7ph0rwViwOa8HJzCkbM6NBXqqO2lgT0wvuBQ9O8F7pTrb72cF_tho0/s400/air1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316978352082104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx8LwJeUunHHo7nvhyiQx_Pk4iLPIMEz9j20jCfjPI1k6wmzuu3E_kDMn-VPVwYe6CeIwkAupcGAP0f1s-YbFrGhsYEw9Cr9zKqOHS8lf9wFdUGPVN1ajiuqikaHRtxHiYUBDQSJ99ZU/s400/air2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316978361647167586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEZmRzxwJRfz96Do5h12kjagT8U6XCS_82J9epfgoN_shOETRHFEfgXqW6jve6WDUBlSQTniM7pusonF7rQXGyOBQG_7rrRMcGRr-oy8GYxHju-0t_gH_LRSnbEF_7UxO6uCfjTFWxnI/s400/air3.jpg" border="0" />penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-21684146191960319162009-03-12T19:15:00.000-07:002009-03-12T19:24:41.765-07:00the truth hurts<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrLcEp4-VtfasHfIQ7GQd-5SJCiHr9NRqcQ5NA-l1f4N8MCpOFMYZ4nGWgHOQ7n9lWOqtcb2LI9JLX1eEvXCgw5DfoNQlMPu9UUqQMMCWC19akJHdYGGRN4Rr6c2wwWMclfYtfo05bh8/s1600-h/ar119056881934158.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312491949647543442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrLcEp4-VtfasHfIQ7GQd-5SJCiHr9NRqcQ5NA-l1f4N8MCpOFMYZ4nGWgHOQ7n9lWOqtcb2LI9JLX1eEvXCgw5DfoNQlMPu9UUqQMMCWC19akJHdYGGRN4Rr6c2wwWMclfYtfo05bh8/s400/ar119056881934158.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> sometimes all it takes is a new friend to make you realise who you really are. </span><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">you can't lie to a new friend, you can't hide from a new friend - otherwise you'll be lying to and hiding from them your whole life.</span><br /></div></div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-8222853263359867022009-03-10T22:17:00.000-07:002009-03-10T22:44:51.860-07:00sunsets over beaches<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0GWDB4oba8xKCr6ZB_zEjF9gqQrJEkHziaw-qzAK4gh3FhwfnVUgdO7YCK9J2cqns0sbbwSGRY-wJXtlJFW0RmZwbYfdc_Ju4SO62QsnP4Gs1xX6wj30F9f4xR405Q0lBpiKVB8bOLQ/s1600-h/2568_54975109325_500129325_1386582_5006904_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311801389046055330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0GWDB4oba8xKCr6ZB_zEjF9gqQrJEkHziaw-qzAK4gh3FhwfnVUgdO7YCK9J2cqns0sbbwSGRY-wJXtlJFW0RmZwbYfdc_Ju4SO62QsnP4Gs1xX6wj30F9f4xR405Q0lBpiKVB8bOLQ/s400/2568_54975109325_500129325_1386582_5006904_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">south cottesloe at it's finest</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sunsets </span>over the <span style="color:#000099;">beaches</span> from now on</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Each day looking for new ways to go on </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your <span style="color:#993300;">door</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Maybe it's gonna be breaking you every time you fall</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">But to shower you with pity will do you no good at all</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Slow <span style="color:#ff0000;">burn </span>watching the world turn from my arms</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">New way of measuring each day until it's gone</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sunrise building a reprise in my <span style="color:#cc33cc;">heart</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#009900;">Regret </span>tight around my chest plays its part</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Watching the sunset over the beaches</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800265376095922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RXap8f2Ja9uh9CWOoQ6WzdGwQQSPOpWeo-UigQrTso5LGpKyXiHn1WUFJ3AHP80esM258COcKb6olm5v-LjIXHtpbl7-5s1VvSca1CDVWQrCSwoF_VPCHOxxgklwP5MJK04ZSruAbjo/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>sunset over scarbrough from nautilis place</em></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800266924597602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxtYGSXJPwObjUhJJkOdWCkw3_alqAE4DMwlONF0awfERODJXHC0OhrFD6JSgnyPweNQfCt-nj3BQCNxaxbDYyl41bXdLhA_HmFWNlofLUfiUuWpESaIp0fpM5EA36hvR6W6Hs-AV4wA/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p></div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-65560804392831764902009-03-10T19:29:00.000-07:002009-03-10T20:34:06.623-07:00conversation, the future of.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">ever thought how we'll survive if facebook/myspace/twitter/msn etc etc closes down? these days conversations exist more by text/sms or online. no longer do we use words with eight letters or more, it's more about fitting as much as you can into your 160 character text msg - or as much as you can onto a facebook wall message.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">or should i say...<br /><br />evr thort if we'l srvive if fb/myspace/twits/msn clses dwn?these dayz convos r more by txt/online. no lngr we use wrds w 8 ltrs or more.its more bout fitin lots into ur sms-or as mch on2a fb msg.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">how much shorter was that! </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so much so, we even had a moment of 'future conversation' at the pub the other night - we figured this is what would happen if it did close down - no longer would people talk... we'd just have to write things down in the msn/fb format. no one would laugh, cry or wink at each other... we's just lol, *tears* and poke each other. if we wanted to talk on the phone, we'd have to request a phone conversation and then we would *nudge* the other person! rofl.</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJTAAnkDQjGkBwUFVIcy74pha0_uN_-GmBY9rVHOLCi3orO0WgzCCe-6oJBeDv45t_uPvcWHPLLztMKeZ-kp1_r7fZlt0i9sPgunzvxGzPHm30zBvhxDYyWIwMu_sUVw_T2V7xv0_Rfg/s1600-h/n500129325_683728_3071.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755751424449106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJTAAnkDQjGkBwUFVIcy74pha0_uN_-GmBY9rVHOLCi3orO0WgzCCe-6oJBeDv45t_uPvcWHPLLztMKeZ-kp1_r7fZlt0i9sPgunzvxGzPHm30zBvhxDYyWIwMu_sUVw_T2V7xv0_Rfg/s320/n500129325_683728_3071.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTXpHorN4gIN8Y5wxg9IdoVIGRqdCRYqkpCeqAOOvqir_SDC4jm53p0tZsV29Q2uZlAWAZGi-rLp2zt1huls85CD-2c-70joFtV_cP_XIXLx3SYjPD78-SQMcOHTpGrRDjc8sCjTfBUCc/s1600-h/n500129325_683722_1471.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755752161075970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTXpHorN4gIN8Y5wxg9IdoVIGRqdCRYqkpCeqAOOvqir_SDC4jm53p0tZsV29Q2uZlAWAZGi-rLp2zt1huls85CD-2c-70joFtV_cP_XIXLx3SYjPD78-SQMcOHTpGrRDjc8sCjTfBUCc/s320/n500129325_683722_1471.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HIrHFQ-tQIWZYk1zR9yTbaIdNo_Fm2mvAemke5mRdC-reQKbNpScLP7mcEi2uOZ5MUj3hVWOOL02YrZiXX86XEnpogmYxpOv80bh7ZtreUY0bjFiZCYJRFpp8iGj0m30RkD2qi_RESA/s1600-h/n500129325_683730_3599.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755750824747186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HIrHFQ-tQIWZYk1zR9yTbaIdNo_Fm2mvAemke5mRdC-reQKbNpScLP7mcEi2uOZ5MUj3hVWOOL02YrZiXX86XEnpogmYxpOv80bh7ZtreUY0bjFiZCYJRFpp8iGj0m30RkD2qi_RESA/s320/n500129325_683730_3599.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DCL9nJYrgwbqcOBOmO53YKvOtyjiXwomZCxiCJBY80f6jxt8O7ea9OLgGYgPZZijPwz0MX0hJmc1NAnoAHpZWwCiILW6pd00CXzbqBmAfztttMOuLc5rhcOqIE5aDfQbx-nBJwX41oU/s1600-h/n500129325_683718_380.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755747137544418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DCL9nJYrgwbqcOBOmO53YKvOtyjiXwomZCxiCJBY80f6jxt8O7ea9OLgGYgPZZijPwz0MX0hJmc1NAnoAHpZWwCiILW6pd00CXzbqBmAfztttMOuLc5rhcOqIE5aDfQbx-nBJwX41oU/s320/n500129325_683718_380.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">another way of conversing is via arranging letters on a fridge... like you did when you were little, or even now with the free ralph magazine rude word ones. or like we discovered yesterday - birthday cupcakes can also make for fun times - even when you are limited to a combination of letters that don't usually go together too well! you should give it a try. it's fun/educational/makes your brain hurt a bit if you try too hard.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDr58z0W-x6ukg5wVYX3hK_eQtp7TfYYbeskA1d9QCEYX_DLYg9sLntSiw5w1pTT-5R9TX5Tk2sKbuPC2_UoPLpy-biX63i0Jf55hNuSAHX_jzlZ1JsA2U4kRFzuJJ9fwXVlz-VAy5Kg/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311762643303394418" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDr58z0W-x6ukg5wVYX3hK_eQtp7TfYYbeskA1d9QCEYX_DLYg9sLntSiw5w1pTT-5R9TX5Tk2sKbuPC2_UoPLpy-biX63i0Jf55hNuSAHX_jzlZ1JsA2U4kRFzuJJ9fwXVlz-VAy5Kg/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqriUqpczo317OPQdIhxeRhumJBmL8-HvzQMeIZ_-aT9j3DkcpmKn-erYsin3tEn4yhpkoQa0NE_GPpHNKF41jhAgB7VuZ-iRfNx1FhurEkTErWRK_k6NLV0GnbPt_afVhuxcvasim3g/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311762651126034578" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqriUqpczo317OPQdIhxeRhumJBmL8-HvzQMeIZ_-aT9j3DkcpmKn-erYsin3tEn4yhpkoQa0NE_GPpHNKF41jhAgB7VuZ-iRfNx1FhurEkTErWRK_k6NLV0GnbPt_afVhuxcvasim3g/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrUkfwTwUEhcN1M5kIHqnf39DoEwLfMVQY53FzDwKtO5rimdZXIUuoh4oMskiwK05mLft7uIcyNx6jnSn-qtAwQtbIJbbhHN_GyyvC6mzPC8zaprRq2t2WGZ3NvOvwmlRropaWnMdeHk/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311762644311144066" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrUkfwTwUEhcN1M5kIHqnf39DoEwLfMVQY53FzDwKtO5rimdZXIUuoh4oMskiwK05mLft7uIcyNx6jnSn-qtAwQtbIJbbhHN_GyyvC6mzPC8zaprRq2t2WGZ3NvOvwmlRropaWnMdeHk/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">1.the original - beckx the birthday boy 2.axe back 'phydy' (phiddy cent inspired?) 3.peach yak by pxd(?) later changed to d(i)x.<br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">nb 1: it get's harder as you eat them. so you need to be careful with which letters you eat. </span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nb 2: i would leanr how to cook cupcakes and ice them with letters, as computers and pens may one day no longer exist, so we'll have to converse via cupcakes. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">oh and i've decided if i actually ahve to physically write something - like a note to my mum... with a pen/pencil/texta i am going to dot my i's with love hearts. i went through that phase in year three for a while. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">will look good at work. maybe if i have time, i might even colour it in with red pen.</span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767402057648466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNRajACHczMCAs4Fv5_xbGbYUd4RXOHmzry62fEWuZ15bVVPHlM1SbGCXrbp5AGykuuLk1Q6BBVFZn1wDI9QaJjP1m9xL-b5WcfrxJflZY0LpzClnWL4pKgBTbAYbct7KcocGCMGAI08/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><3</p>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-45522174657186203542009-03-03T18:24:00.000-08:002009-03-04T15:50:06.378-08:00dance like nobody's watching<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">"common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. a sense of humor is just common sense, dancing." william james</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153364623489650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmbrXuPZ_cNOWPvZ1hp8qU6Ol_nvEgqzmL0sashHmjdwSpEIc8Lqy6UBVLLfwyutznvio-ScFdltwVHV5SmX3z6fUkXdIDwVwC9n3jkAVTfMsw_arLjgTT0R2og7sVetgoyYSQRf5fi0/s320/n500129325_1275514_7773.jpg" border="0" /></span></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>booty shakin' times</em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153370749082530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJWQs5I0GbRM4l-3ZuXjbJ-90O8Efb_WKKXF16CC_qHmYQ2UHs1nlXZ9xpmGz2_yvMLENOSpU4du1XjVCDfsIjfY_se6G1ZHn2WBwNZSzd350fGZYkILTcgkIFRSwf-8CQDFb0ZIqcXA/s320/n500129325_1275516_8246.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153374445477362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWPgewGsHGGlXSsuuMDQHXrA9o5Mu4tCnOp-E4Nfo6UmsIclOJAqf7v7mZ0ODSFHUK11w153jGayrfP9idpswz4XZGP9T8oZsIVvmgEUHHtztranuxg4x-ZF8i5zMYoSpCVsljTP49sI/s320/n500129325_1275517_8477.jpg" border="0" /><em>dancing in the sunset<br /></em><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Y9AD-EHRyalfaH5nJgkTFRdWHxPIaIjJjxKId39tEcrOGuTXQ71n217p-tT1ln-QB-7CNcYxBkQ3yPy7U9olxl9bKc-wpufIX_1h3yPzCP7yyYZkgUJ0BUPErQhpKg48QS1AMmHevH8/s1600-h/n500129325_1275510_6850.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153378764333762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Y9AD-EHRyalfaH5nJgkTFRdWHxPIaIjJjxKId39tEcrOGuTXQ71n217p-tT1ln-QB-7CNcYxBkQ3yPy7U9olxl9bKc-wpufIX_1h3yPzCP7yyYZkgUJ0BUPErQhpKg48QS1AMmHevH8/s320/n500129325_1275510_6850.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>mr james gates hitting up some michael jackson action</em><br /></span></div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-66756797821743504712009-03-03T17:25:00.000-08:002009-03-03T18:07:13.394-08:00mmmbop, feet and the tap dogs<div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">1.) i always wanted to be in a girl band - power ballad style, so i could sit on the edge of a tall stool and click my fingers with my eyes closed... then burst out the bigf notes. celine dion springs to mind.<br /><br />2.) i don't do necks and feet - so isabelle udall and michael zotti, wrapped their feet around my neck... while i was driving. cheers kids!<br /><br />3.) i always wanted to be on price is right. then it got cancelled. buggger!<br /><br />4.) my first crush was peter andre - mysterious girl was pretty much the best song ever! then there was taylor hanson... a god send i say.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309144171245540530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0W9w_FJMt3NnQgMzJLdk_ysYtby33ILvm8TtfKd-ZGS9RmdXDLoMZK7M3xJI72a_NAYKvqCykfkHk94MVEWWsPVSMwO071C11uc1CYmgx4Vdd9Jc0d4zyVCaBqwotcpsPbiE79uyKBeY/s200/peter-andre-chest.jpg" border="0" />5.) white wine must be iced... but not too much. i like ice with my wine, not wine with my ice.<br /><br />6.) i was the 'S' in the JACKS club in year 6 and 7. jill, amy, catherine, kate and sally. we sat in this order in class. we also all wated to live together in a house when we grew up.<br /><br />7.) i still have a HANSON t-shirt that emma gillingham, kait green and i got GIVEN in year 8 form the CD shop guy, because it hadn't sold for ages... it matches my ring, the 'tulsa, tokyo and middle of nowhere' video and the signed poster I have.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309143501707882706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VRCPBY1q9QeB7PHmLIiV2fPi4reMDTR3GdMlRJbo-RYUbzPTsIbyXbFi-NBi0CinQXfqy4d00nfOlmcJpM3JnI9G8mzm3O4AZSdJFUnwo9UpntDnL_H2hyphenhyphenbPc-rLWsFd41A-eOntj7c/s200/n500129325_1245108_1286.jpg" border="0" />8.) i remember the days when pizza hut used to offer the 'all you can eat' option. we ate the cottesloe one out of soft serve once.<br /><br />9.) i had a crush on my 'fill-in' teacher mr holmes. he wore 'movie star glasses' and was really tall. my 'real' teacher miss thomas also had a crush on him. so one day she took me out of class and made me go tell him i had a crush on him.... heavy!<br /><br />10.) Ii have been across (and back) the nullabor 8 times. the first time was fun, because i had a tamagotchi. it survived with me all the way home... then mum put it in the washing machine the day i got home. i cried... forever!<br /><br />11.) i ran away from home for the first time when i was 4, because my dad got a bigger piece of cake than me. i couldn't cross the road, so i sat on the corner of the street with my teddy basil.<br /><br />12.) my dad told my family that the fish flip over and swim upside down when they hit the equator. i believed him for years!<br /><br />13.) at my 6th birthday, the womans weekly blackboard cake... wasn't even eaten. no one ate a piece.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilj_UL-EHP9HbIcY3KmnAlzw1-Y6vuNxynqqcPtRZaBTMaxO-N90FdD0x3KmRP7fTAWHZFE8L6icQUNjGhDv6l97fTET_nf1LE3Xe0yx4wupHATaFmXIUlp37iuI7_kznGAOlqVxMvU5s/s1600-h/51X8H2ECECL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309145066828239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ1KdzMsadD6q8VbjLz1ePFh-wJMXOJyBbZoP251QkZLz5NPg8RhxxNVE44m8DEC9iTk7VOfo05WrZgx3VQYsBEmORqghaCc7KtZ5xMh8AjwL8Pk9nZYiC6iQOoIxfh_8CnzZf7vXkCQ/s200/51X8H2ECECL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" />14.) salbee. abby. sal. briggsey. SB. shmallbot. las.<br /><br />15.) i'm not a very competitive person, but i really like to win games like UNO and snap. i used to cheat at monopoly and hide $500's under the board, so we invented UNOPOLY.<br /><br />16.) i have a thing for abbreviations and making up my own words and phrases. along with making up my own dance moves - the underwater scene and the christmas tree have graced the dancefloors all over town!<br /><br />17.) I'M LOUD. BITCHES!<br /><br />18.) i have a thing for dreadlocks... i don't even know what it is... but i do.<br /><br />19.) i don't understand how boys can make machine gun noises, and know what buttons to press/how to play video games, when they have never played them before - they just know how to do it.<br /><br />20.) i love cooking. Anything and everyhting... and on that note, jeremy hamilton taught me that a nacho roll is the best thing ever - corn chips and tomato sauce with cheese in a roll. toasted. awesome.<br /><br />21.) i'm pretty sure i can recite the whole of 'the castle' - i have seen it a good trillion times.... and don't tell me I'm dreamin', as I think a trillion is actually the truth!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></div><div align="center"><br />22.) i still fit into a gym leotard from year 3... i don't know how, and i probably wouldn't want to wear it out.... but it must just grow with me? huh!??!?<br /><br />23.) i like to meet famous people. and I've had my fair share... but i would like to find my dream job working in the media field.<br /><br />24.) sally finds herself referring to herself and others in third person too often. sally tends to over use it, but she can't help it.<br /><br />25.) when i did tap dancing, i quit the day before the concert, of 'singing in the rain' with winne the pooh umbrellas. i wish i had kept it up, but i didn't. der! otherwise i would have been in the tap dogs with adam garcia. he's hot.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309145960667230082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJvsXjJfanlMMA5BWf081xXkt1cbHcYrPmBrGcvvNW03GG7Q_-esoNocEXe2465DvVyUztiF2iMW-W_cme5ru7jae3bfGipyEq8tiki9pHVtrvKwKn3vDKlvMBOe33kUBjrk3U7uXFrI/s200/BootmenBigPic.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439898546071002752.post-3408211324868178032009-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:002009-03-02T20:41:04.577-08:00hills, spills and hard hats<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">hills + watching someone stack it = laughs.<br /><br />remember the days when you used to get joy out of rolling down a hill with your friends trying not to crash. flashing your undies from under your school skirt and getting grass stains all over your freshly washed tees. all in the name of a bit of fun. and then trying to stand up when you were still dizzy.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaMoK2qTW9gIzHkqZkUhKvx7KJYl9uUGXBGnUY8Qdn7JTadB7D00UZabfMlO_X8pVbk99E1xR1Hpz2Kdu-rR-EkD4pPn6I2lcpN1aRJHl4XbBoDPk5elNK48ex30vPtB1OiDFhm_JGA4/s1600-h/n500129325_584657_5585.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799899886410450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaMoK2qTW9gIzHkqZkUhKvx7KJYl9uUGXBGnUY8Qdn7JTadB7D00UZabfMlO_X8pVbk99E1xR1Hpz2Kdu-rR-EkD4pPn6I2lcpN1aRJHl4XbBoDPk5elNK48ex30vPtB1OiDFhm_JGA4/s320/n500129325_584657_5585.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799898706828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlK4aGh6axzFlJOrHZg7AD7RDorexgL4Z51AqkQD0VWjponKrFzewDLDPUg-XXstLQSJNt5chn0SEZwPQWPaXB3ZIfdZsLhhOtvzHm-WGKkqnRGieSmQhORuC5kWpCRnm5u20yJ49cBAA/s320/n500129325_584658_5900.jpg" border="0" /><br />we may have grown older (and i reluctantly say wiser, due to my next sentence) but there is something still quite funny about watching someone run down a hill - hoping they will (i mean won't) stack it. what makes it even better is if you add something else into the mix, whether it be a football and a hard hat or a skateboard... it's fun all round. making it even better is when you catch it on camera.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799895383770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDrE01jk3K061CAxbkWs3hh-0zWxq-wGDwhRP102mBJabn5cE0TQI_hAhd9cUQD5kGCd4U8MtsbPLz4SXv9I_FaKfplbPirun_VXC9wWWJMq0PVXtEf8VTWGmcfcXOOGRlt4RFfBrN_Q/s320/n500129325_1342497_6299.jpg" border="0" /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIB8ygFub-KAGRiNKm0TU9hVlw5oVCo4QVjOHy4791AAyTMl2epA9yCJn3WkJPwnFwwg1VhN6AeiHPHzM0InlOV9FkBCmzQG4NqmtxKub_uvmMGsgBXZ84aHAqX6XjSkZTFWHEt6nssI/s1600-h/n500129325_1342496_5974.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799892508585922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIB8ygFub-KAGRiNKm0TU9hVlw5oVCo4QVjOHy4791AAyTMl2epA9yCJn3WkJPwnFwwg1VhN6AeiHPHzM0InlOV9FkBCmzQG4NqmtxKub_uvmMGsgBXZ84aHAqX6XjSkZTFWHEt6nssI/s320/n500129325_1342496_5974.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />so go on. go roll down a hill (maybe with pants on, as an adult flashing their undies from under their skirt isn't as innocent as it used to be as a kid) or run down a hill. let all your troubles fade away and rememeber the good old days. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br />roll on.</span></div>penny-sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02510884629346933403noreply@blogger.com0