<?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-8278230541461309257</id><updated>2011-11-30T19:50:16.201+11:00</updated><category term='night out'/><category term='How I Met Your Mother'/><category term='technology'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='awkward encounters'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='lists'/><category term='about us'/><category term='music'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='dining'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='television'/><title type='text'>In Between</title><subtitle type='html'>Three 20-something friends in between jobs, relationships and life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1683972414009629764</id><published>2009-11-17T09:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:41:09.074+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>The iPhone</title><content type='html'>Ever since I first tried a Mac computer, I hated Apple. The interface didn't work, there were program errors. The windows never maximised to fill the full screen. My list of frustrations went on and on. All the Mac lovers annoyed me because they were obviously brainwashed by Apple's marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, whenever I ask a simple question (e.g. "What's the weather going to be like today?" or "Can we take a shortcut to avoid this traffic?"), the only reply I get from Dan is "If we had an iPhone, we would know". I also get similar comments from Amelia, "Did you know, if you had an iPhone, it could tell you that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan has been saying for months, "I can get you an iPhone for Christmas" and "Wouldn't it be great to have an iPhone?" and "I'll get you an iPhone, I know you'll really like it". I don't want an iPhone! I hate Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't mind having one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1683972414009629764?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1683972414009629764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1683972414009629764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1683972414009629764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1683972414009629764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/11/iphone.html' title='The iPhone'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-3751830879280428380</id><published>2009-10-17T18:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:37:52.515+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Frustrations</title><content type='html'>Hello girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling quite annoyed at facebook at the moment. Through some googling, I have found I am not the only one having problems with it...friends appear and disappear, sometimes my status updates won't post, I can't read messages in my inbox...and then I can. It's so temperamental. So. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm too addicted to facebook. But good news if you have an iPhone, I've found sometimes the facebook app works when the real facebook doesn't lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I hope they get it fixed sometime soon, otherwise it's Twitter for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-3751830879280428380?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/3751830879280428380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=3751830879280428380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/3751830879280428380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/3751830879280428380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook-frustrations.html' title='Facebook Frustrations'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-2995229312351591720</id><published>2009-09-01T15:56:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:02:24.774+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>The Scratch</title><content type='html'>Caitlyn likes cords and she can't keep away from the computer ones. I was always scared she'd pull the one connecting to the lamp and bring it crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lamp fell, Caitlyn wasn't anywhere near the computer. The irony. My huge LCD screen was left with a large scratch running down the middle. Panic overtook me cos replacing it was out of the question. I would have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have many hopes in finding any home solutions on Google but I gave it a go anyway. The first result promised that some Vaseline would fix the problem. That sounded simple but I didn't have any at home. Scrolling down the page, someone recommended using a standard pencil eraser on the scratch. I decided I had nothing to lose and tried it. Magically, the scratch disappeared!!! Who knew the humble eraser could perform such miracles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-2995229312351591720?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2995229312351591720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=2995229312351591720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2995229312351591720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2995229312351591720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/09/scratch.html' title='The Scratch'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1698238683778867984</id><published>2009-08-19T10:04:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:08:16.077+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Lisa Mitchell</title><content type='html'>Does that name sound familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched Australian Idol a few years ago, you might remember this 16 year old girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.holidayswithkids.com.au/__data/page/2254/CELEBTRAlisamitchell2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can imagine my surprise when I discovered that this was the same girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90DflEOXi9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90DflEOXi9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even more surprising that she is popular in Europe and people as far as France and Russia love her! Who would've thought someone from Australian Idol could make it big in Europe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1698238683778867984?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1698238683778867984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1698238683778867984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1698238683778867984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1698238683778867984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa-mitchell.html' title='Lisa Mitchell'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1413357973287246528</id><published>2009-07-27T20:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:23.081+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am spamming you. Twitter question</title><content type='html'>Think of it as compensation for my absence :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do either of you guys use Twitter? If so, tell me your username! And what good is it? I'm not sure I see a point but I want to jump on the bandwagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1413357973287246528?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1413357973287246528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1413357973287246528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1413357973287246528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1413357973287246528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-spamming-you-twitter-question.html' title='I am spamming you. Twitter question'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-7939604280881775863</id><published>2009-07-27T14:42:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:29:41.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Eurovision...</title><content type='html'>APPARENTLY THIS MAN IS NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnAJjXuY5YM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnAJjXuY5YM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I changed the version of the video to the one with thinly-veiled phallic symbolism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-7939604280881775863?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7939604280881775863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=7939604280881775863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/7939604280881775863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/7939604280881775863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-eurovision.html' title='More Eurovision...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-12972861692806899</id><published>2009-07-27T14:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:40:53.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>Hi girls. Believe it or not I'm alive! Sorry for the long absence, but I'm afraid I haven't done much of note lately. On the weekend I happened to watch The Notebook for the first time. It was shite, but I cried anyway. Is it true the main actor is now a furniture removalist? (because I'm not surprised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to regale you with tales of excitement soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-12972861692806899?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/12972861692806899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=12972861692806899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/12972861692806899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/12972861692806899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/alive.html' title='ALIVE!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-6292283964058623084</id><published>2009-07-23T09:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:35:13.136+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about us'/><title type='text'>20 Books</title><content type='html'>Here are the books that I read from your list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Couldn't make it past 5 chapters every time I tried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's always out of the library)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tried but couldn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Still reading but I will finish it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma-Jane Austen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Read at school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm not even sure if I read it, I think I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Loved it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Started but had to return it before I finished it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Read most of it before got really bored and skimmed the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so counting the ones I've actually completed, the total adds up to 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-6292283964058623084?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6292283964058623084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=6292283964058623084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6292283964058623084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6292283964058623084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-books.html' title='20 Books'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-131358418813925832</id><published>2009-07-22T19:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:25:01.193+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about us'/><title type='text'>100 Books</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right followers, I'm finally writing another entry in here hehe! I saw this on a friend's Facebook account, so I thought I'd give it a go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen x&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (I tried!)&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwel&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller (I tried this one too...)&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier x&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger x&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (oh look Zoe, it's that book you want to read!)&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell (Argh another one I attempted)&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (I've got it in front of me right now, but I haven't started!)&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams x&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll x&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy x (Recently finished, yay!)&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis x&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma-Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis x&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown x&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery x&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan (I've read half...)&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley x&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt x&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding x&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett x&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Inferno – Dante&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert x(I'm reading it now, does that count??)&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White x&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton x&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl x&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've read...18, and I own countless others, and I've attempted to read many and failed...maybe it's time to try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe I think you would've read even more! And we can get some good ideas from here for our 'book club'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-131358418813925832?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/131358418813925832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=131358418813925832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/131358418813925832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/131358418813925832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-books.html' title='100 Books'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-6780703255837224809</id><published>2009-06-22T20:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:05:53.224+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>We are being followed</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it looks like I'm the only one posting here and I was going to stop but then I checked our email and got notified that we have three followers! Although I was motivated to blog without having readers, now I'm even more enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report from here other than omg, Caitlyn is going to be 7 months in less than a week and I'm planning on making a sweet potato pie with marshmallows (not because she's turning 7 months). I've been trying to find a good recipe on the internet (apparently an American Thanksgiving favourite and alternative to pumpkin pie) but I think I'm going to combine a couple which I think would make the best outcome. Will let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; I made the sweet potato and marshmallow pie and never will I do so again. Either I did it completely wrong or it really was absolutely disgusting. Did not look good either. (Amazingly, Dan and his family liked it. He said that if you like flan, you would like it too. Eggs, milk and sugar are just not my thing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-6780703255837224809?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6780703255837224809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=6780703255837224809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6780703255837224809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6780703255837224809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-being-followed.html' title='We are being followed'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-3166915211030047853</id><published>2009-05-18T17:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:08:33.071+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sweet and Sour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a pack of kiwis on the weekend as some healthy snacks for the week. Well, they turned out to be a bit sour so I got inspired and made a sultana pound cake with a layer of strawberry jam and sliced kiwis in the centre and on top. Not such a healthy snack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 441px; height: 303px;" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9611/img0481cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-3166915211030047853?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/3166915211030047853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=3166915211030047853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/3166915211030047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/3166915211030047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-and-sour.html' title='Sweet and Sour'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8080236967441661231</id><published>2009-05-18T13:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:15:17.027+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="440" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the 2009 Eurovision winner. I think they said he got the most points in Eurovision history. Before I even saw him, I was told everyone was betting on him to win so my expectations were very high. When I saw him, they were all met. I loved the song. And he had the charisma (and backup dancers/acrobats) to make it a winner. Congratulations, Norway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-8080236967441661231?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8080236967441661231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8080236967441661231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8080236967441661231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8080236967441661231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-21988269971733130</id><published>2009-05-16T16:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:49:26.162+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>That Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Eurovision is on once again and every night of this weekend I will be glued to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year there seems to be more and more countries participating. I don't remember if we even had two semi-finals last year (Amanda, the other Eurovision fan, might remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Dan and I watched it together and Eurovision is never fun without throwing jeering comments at all the contestants. Here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172790055085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 259px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172790055085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan was very disappointed this SuperGypsy (or Hitler in a cape as I see him) didn't get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172791355085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 432px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172791355085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very disappointed this guy didn't get through. Isn't he the epitome of Eurovision - the hair, the white suit, the shoes and a very seducing song - what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Armenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172791855085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 465px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172791855085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan really liked this act but their look totally freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172795955085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 396px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172795955085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catchy tune and a Turkish Shakira. No one was surprised this act got through to the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172798455085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 230px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172798455085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best looking girl group always has a place in the finals. Is it me or does the lead singer look like Holly Valance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macedonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172796755085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172796755085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An amazing thing happened. When they replayed all the acts of the show, I could not remember seeing this act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bosnia and Herzogovina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172787955085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 443px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172787955085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan named this pose "The Revolution". Very disappointed they got through to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172797855085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 252px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1733521/0172797855085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our favourite. I wouldn't mind listening to this song over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tonight's semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: All photos sourced from http://www.monstersandcritics.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-21988269971733130?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/21988269971733130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=21988269971733130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/21988269971733130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/21988269971733130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-time-of-year.html' title='That Time of the Year'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-2431638299254253165</id><published>2009-05-14T19:36:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:04:12.918+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/9619/flowerssmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first year that I was a mother on Mother's Day. Although Amanda found that quite funny last Saturday, it really wasn't that different for me. As long as you have a mother you still have to do stuff; and now that I'm married there are two mothers to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since my child was too young to do anything for me (can't wait to get a picture or some other work of craft), Dan gave me some flowers and a card on her behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we all know that we should appreciate our mothers every day, since most of us don't, it's nice to have a day to remind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mothers, I recently got into watching &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/jon-and-kate/jon-and-kate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus Eight&lt;/a&gt; about a young couple who have twins and sextuplets. Every time I think looking after one baby is hard enough, I remind myself of her. I bet she thought having twins was tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it makes it all worth it when these babies start talking and expressing their own personalities. That's when the real fun begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-2431638299254253165?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2431638299254253165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=2431638299254253165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2431638299254253165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2431638299254253165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8362093926228994859</id><published>2009-05-09T18:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:15:50.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>I thought this was a cool video:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2539741"&gt;Playing For Change | Song Around The World "Stand By Me"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/concord"&gt;Concord Music Group&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&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/8278230541461309257-8362093926228994859?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8362093926228994859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8362093926228994859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8362093926228994859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8362093926228994859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-4162218503643379323</id><published>2009-05-06T16:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:37:42.937+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Better Off Without Soul</title><content type='html'>Never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; sign up with &lt;a href="http://mysoul.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Soul&lt;/a&gt;. Dan and I made that mistake last year when we signed up for their internet plan which was the most valuable to us at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been going quite well, with occasional disconnection problems. For $29.95 unlimited downloads, it suited us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were notified that our plan was no longer available and we had to transfer. I will not go into detail (because it just angers me) how many times we called to their customer support to only be met with "We are currently experiencing a large amount of calls and are unable to assist you. Please call another time". Then being hung up on. A few times that we did manage to get through, the most annoying woman (I suspect she was the only customer service operator) kept transferring us to other departments who never picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we decided to order the new plan online. We ended up ordering the TPG plan. A few days later, TPG contacted us saying that we still had Soul internet codes on our line (preventing them from connecting us). I had to call Soul to ask them to remove the codes. Amazingly I got through to some guy who told me it would be done within three days. Three days passed and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling again. After waiting for an hour on the phone, I was furious. I ended up calling TPG and asking whether they could do this from their side. They said the could and we should have our new internet on Friday. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations if you managed to read through my rant. Moral of the story: DO NOT GET SOUL INTERNET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-4162218503643379323?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4162218503643379323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=4162218503643379323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4162218503643379323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4162218503643379323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-off-without-soul.html' title='Better Off Without Soul'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-2275985926985513204</id><published>2009-04-29T20:19:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:21:41.706+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>Changes All Around Us</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed how much the Latin scene has grown in Sydney. Only a few years ago, it didn't take long to get into La Cita but last Saturday when we were leaving at around 1am, there was a crowded queue at least 10 metres long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed was the generation gap between us (the mid-20s) and the young 18-20 year olds by the fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia (aka The First March Girl), a friend of ours and I were all dressed in jeans and dressy tops (the common trend of many of our female peers on a cold autumn night). Whereas the majority of young girls were wearing barely there dresses (which as a rule could not be longer than where the legs started) and variations of the shoes made famous by Carrie in Sex and the City movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/3208/fashiont.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brother brought a few of his friends to assist with my feeble attempt to introduce my friends to nice single guys. At least it was better than not meeting anyone at all or dancing with odd strangers. And a salsa club is just no fun without a dancing partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I danced as much as our sleep-deprived parent selves could. His parents were kind enough to take Caitlyn for the night and let us enjoy being young. (We never take these opportunities for granted.) It is unbelievable how much a night out without the baby can do to our moods. It's the energiser all parents need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-2275985926985513204?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2275985926985513204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=2275985926985513204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2275985926985513204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2275985926985513204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes-all-around-us.html' title='Changes All Around Us'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1180483197235784391</id><published>2009-04-24T21:33:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:53:16.932+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><title type='text'>Confrontation - How I Met Your Mother Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jason Segel &amp;amp; Neil Patrick Harris'  (Marshall &amp;amp; Barney) version of the Confrontation song from Les Miserables. 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Actually probably not. I think there are those of you lucky enough to not have suffered this pain. For those of you that have, here are some really relevant lyrics from one of my favourite songs by Jason Mraz, 'If it Kills Me', I love this song cos it expresses how I feel so perfectly.  I'll talk more about my situation in another entry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz - If it Kills Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="asset-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tell me you know &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you figured me out &lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away &lt;br /&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment &lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face &lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that’s a case of my wishful thinking &lt;br /&gt;You know nothing &lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I &lt;br /&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and &lt;br /&gt;We get along much better &lt;br /&gt;Than you and your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how long, can I go on like this, &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to kiss you, &lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode? &lt;br /&gt;This double life I lead isn’t healthy for me &lt;br /&gt;In fact it makes me nervous &lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s a lot that I miss &lt;br /&gt;In case I’m wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold &lt;br /&gt;I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand &lt;br /&gt;Tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man &lt;br /&gt;But I never said I would &lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;It’s a feeling inside that keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lj-currents"&gt;&lt;ul style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 20px; background-repeat: repeat-y; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: outside; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-4617594605064041882?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4617594605064041882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=4617594605064041882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4617594605064041882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4617594605064041882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/unrequited-love.html' title='Unrequited Love'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-339205617741543317</id><published>2009-04-22T09:30:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:36:50.624+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>What Parents Want</title><content type='html'>Did a friend or a family member just give birth and you just can't wait to go the shops and get some cutesy tiny little thing for the cute tiny little bub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends and family members are also probably just itching to run and buy lots of cute baby stuff so does the new mother and father really need another pretty little frilly dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your chance to come on top of the present buying well-meaning family and friends as the person who actually got something the new parents needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with a small list that might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people will get clothes so if you also really want to get some doll outfit, go for the one without buttons on the back as that's the place babies spend their most time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, babies do not need dresses or clothes with lots of frills, ribbons and buttons as they spend most of their time on their backs and just need something comfortable like a soft cotton bodysuit; something they can easily be wrapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to get clothes for when they're older, take into account what season it will be when they're older and buy accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to get some rattle for when they're little, buy something light as they usually end up being dropped on their faces when the baby gets bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All toys will be put in their mouths so buy something safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babies do not need 10 teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newborn babies do not need cute little ballet shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A baby gym is great! (Even when they're too small for the gym activities, it's a good place for tummy time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soft/plastic fold out books are great for when they learn to play with toys. Every time the baby moves it, she see a new picture which can occupy her for longer than other toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A baby bath such as &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2002&amp;amp;e=product&amp;amp;pid=42882" target="_blank"&gt;Fisher-Price Rainforest Bath Center&lt;/a&gt; is useful beyond words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some soothing baby CDs to put them to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that will help put the child to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some bright books with nice rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rocker such as &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2002&amp;amp;e=product&amp;amp;pid=38824" target="_blank"&gt;this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toys to tie up to the pram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sleeping bag with sleeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toys that make noise and do lots of stuff to distract the baby when they're upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A musical mobile (or any mobile) for their cot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A musical soother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention anything to calm the baby into sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wraps (for summer or winter) - you never seem to have enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bibs (for when they start drooling). I liked ones without velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the fail-proof present is just asking what the parents want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you're a parent, what did you find useful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-339205617741543317?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/339205617741543317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=339205617741543317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/339205617741543317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/339205617741543317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-gift-list.html' title='What Parents Want'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1153435908867474363</id><published>2009-04-18T08:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:35:06.737+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Just Chopped</title><content type='html'>I get a haircut about once a year at &lt;a href="http://www.justcuts.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Just Cuts&lt;/a&gt; and have always been satisfied with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say the same for yesterday. I regret not being more specific about what I wanted but I gave a similar description last time and couldn't help almost skipping out of the salon and flicking my hair (similarly to those hair shampoo commercials).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have a 7 day guarantee policy where they can fix it within 7 days but I'd rather let it grow out a bit and get a different hairdresser to make it look more like a haircut rather than me going blindly at it with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my regular mother's group aftewards and was met with, "Oh, you chopped your hair!" which pretty much summed it up. There are different length strands sticking out from everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother described it very accurately with, "You look like a mother".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1153435908867474363?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1153435908867474363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1153435908867474363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1153435908867474363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1153435908867474363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-chopped.html' title='Just Chopped'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-9066899240277038128</id><published>2009-04-16T18:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:57:13.892+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>For Parents Who Worry</title><content type='html'>If you are a parent, that is probably you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a new parent of a baby, I got carried away with seeing how she measures up to all the developmental milestones. Every tiny change that she went through was magnified to humongous proportions  - "Did you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; that?! She noticed a toy!!! She's never done that before! Isn't that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;?! She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so  &lt;/span&gt;smart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I noticed that many babies her age were rolling over, I started to get worried. I saw in some random poll asking parents when their babies first rolled over, the majority said four months. When she turned four, I was thinking "Why is my baby behind?!" even though of course she wasn't. I guess I saw anything above average as being behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got carried away and read about babies who never rolled over and went straight to sitting which made me think, "Maybe Caitlyn is just too smart for rolling over. She's way above that silly nonsense".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read about parents worried that their eight month old still couldn't sit and a one year old who couldn't walk. Skimming through many parents' stories, I stumbled on one lady's comment, "My son couldn't sit until he was 9 months and couldn't walk until he was 18 months. He's 25 now and sits and walks just fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the whole baby development in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;to my surprise two days ago, Caitlyn rolled over. She has been repeating this manoeuvre ever since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-9066899240277038128?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/9066899240277038128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=9066899240277038128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/9066899240277038128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/9066899240277038128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-parents-who-worry.html' title='For Parents Who Worry'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-954549728068160754</id><published>2009-04-16T15:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:18:57.068+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because I'd rather do anything than apply to jobs, here's a happy way for me to procrastinate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rules: Bold the things you've done, I've also written comments for some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1.Started your own blog &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this one counts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars -- No because I refuse to go camping. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt; - I wish!&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style=""&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain -- &lt;/span&gt;Mt Kosciousko, although I was too unfit to make it to the top at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sang a solo &lt;/span&gt;- does it count if it was on SingStar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style=""&gt;Bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch-hiked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style=""&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style=""&gt;Gone skinny-dipping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style=""&gt;Run a Marathon - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not yet but I fully intend to do the City 2 Surf if that counts as a marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't get the chance when we were there sadly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the heart maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it was pretty short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style=""&gt;Taught yourself a new language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we did in high school right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw the *real* fake version of it in Italy, which I think is almost the same right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol, is this common practice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or &lt;span style=""&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;span style=""&gt;Started a business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58.Taken a martial arts class &lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does high school count? Grab, twist and pull?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;59.Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style=""&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style=""&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style=""&gt;Gone sky-diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Eaten caviar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I wasn't driving it though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;span style=""&gt;Published a book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Qur’an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;span style=""&gt;Visited the White House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;90. &lt;span style=""&gt;Sat on a jury &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh I've met a few famous people - Hamish &amp;amp; Andy (twice!), Jason Mraz, Pete from Evermore, Il Dago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; haha technically yes ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;And that's my list, not that exciting, but it was entertaining. If you have the time or inclination, do one too and let me know how your answers compare :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-954549728068160754?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/954549728068160754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=954549728068160754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/954549728068160754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/954549728068160754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1052475238199171605</id><published>2009-04-15T08:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:48:51.184+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><title type='text'>Bavarian Bier Cafe</title><content type='html'>Speaking of the &lt;a href="http://www.bavarianbiercafe.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Bavarian Bier Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, Dan and I had dinner there last Thursday. It was definitely a novelty type of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked into the dungeon (complete with huge old pans and pots hanging of the stone walls), the not so pleasant aroma filled our noses. We decided to not let that ruin our experience just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was very busy and since we didn't book, we were seated at a table shared by another couple. A waiter dressed in traditional clothes came to us pretty quickly and explained the different types of dishes we weren't sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan chose a selection of sausages with sauerkraut and mashed potato and I picked veal with German noodles and Gypsy sauce (which the waited advised was quite spicy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really surprised with the taste. It was so much better than we expected. Dan loved the sausages platter and I couldn't get enough of the tender veal and soft noodles. The Gypsy sauce was not as hot as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even tried one of the beers (considering the place was famous for that) - Bavarian Diesel (dark lager with Coca Cola). It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we dined, we were entertained by musicians (also dressed in traditional clothes) who played some traditional upbeat tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great experience that I wouldn't mind repeating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1052475238199171605?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1052475238199171605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1052475238199171605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1052475238199171605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1052475238199171605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/bavarian-bier-cafe.html' title='Bavarian Bier Cafe'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-5924748955223223310</id><published>2009-04-14T21:49:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:25:04.022+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><title type='text'>Some Thoughts on Shark Hotel</title><content type='html'>Hello readers (and I suspect there's only two of you at the moment lol), &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears it's been awhile since I've written in here. So what have I been up to, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been back at work I've had the chance to meet up with friends for the traditional after work dinner/drinks. Last week a group of us went to Shark Hotel (corner of Pitt and Liverpool St.). It advertised $2 steaks. I was immediately suspicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my braver friends tried it, cos she just couldn't pass up a $2 steak. However the catch was you had to order a drink and the steak didn't come with anything else. She ended up ordering a salad as well which cost more than the drink and steak combined lol. She assured us the steak was fine and she didn't end up getting food poisioning (as she has been prone to in the past) so I guess it can't have been too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried the chicken schnitzel which cost the princely sum of $6.95. I attempted to also get a cocktail but was told they didn't make cocktails during the busy period. For shame. So much for the toblerone cocktail I had imagined drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My meal was ready by the time I had walked back to my seat which was suspiciously fast. It tasted alright, I have a feeling it was just heated up though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys (and one of the girls) went for the cheap beer, but cheap or not, I'm just not a fan of beer. Maybe I haven't found the right one yet? Next stop: Bavarian Bier Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and as for the atmosphere, I was pleased we could hear each other talking without shouting, I'm told it's a different situation on a Saturday night, but we went on a Wednesday so it was all good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I'd recommend it as a regular hang out or anything, but if it's a quick and cheap meal you're after, then it does the job :) Just make sure you're not in the mood for cocktails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-5924748955223223310?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5924748955223223310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=5924748955223223310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5924748955223223310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5924748955223223310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-thoughts-on-shark-hotel.html' title='Some Thoughts on Shark Hotel'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8972620734645005403</id><published>2009-04-14T19:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:49:11.118+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The vintage wonders of Etsy!</title><content type='html'>Hi girls, as I mentioned to you at Rosehill races a couple of weeks ago, I picked up my vintage butterfly net fascinator from a website called &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site has received  a lot of publicity lately, it's predominantly a platform for people to sell their handmade goods (clothing, jewellery, papercraft, everything!). But there are tons of quality vintage items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact with the $AUD appreciating recently, I bit the bullet and bought a vintage 1950's gold and blue brocade hat that I've been eyeing for $24 including shipping from the US. It might look a bit weird, but I think I can make it work - brick red lipstick and stockings will be compulsory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/SeRe7Ae18lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mtrmYub7q6E/s1600-h/etsyhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/SeRe7Ae18lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mtrmYub7q6E/s320/etsyhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485027293426258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/SeRe7PmbxOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7XZ5aNlyPIY/s1600-h/etsyhat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/SeRe7PmbxOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7XZ5aNlyPIY/s320/etsyhat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485031351796962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reassure me it's not hideous! It's virtually impossible to find a quality milliner-made hat for under $300 in Australia so I think it's an okay deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-8972620734645005403?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8972620734645005403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8972620734645005403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8972620734645005403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8972620734645005403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/vintage-wonders-of-etsy.html' title='The vintage wonders of Etsy!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/SeRe7Ae18lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mtrmYub7q6E/s72-c/etsyhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-6769491449572305731</id><published>2009-04-09T14:23:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:18:12.774+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Quick Baking Solutions</title><content type='html'>Every Easter weekend Dan's parents have a tradition. They invite all family to their house for dinner and exchange small gifts (usually made out of chocolate and in the form of bunnies or eggs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To impress the in-laws, I always bake something (as they don't bake much themselves but love sweets). Being a busy and tired mother, I didn't have much time this year to make something from scratch so I obtained the help of &lt;a href="http://www.greens.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Green's&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Beanies Cupcakes pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were quite quick to make (only 15-20 minutes baking time and 10 minutes preparation). The most time went towards icing the cupcakes because I was trying to be careful to do it neatly. For the seasoned baker, that probably wouldn't take that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find that there was too much icing and not enough dough (I expected the dough to rise higher than the cupcake holders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the result looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 372px;" src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/9411/img0331small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's hoping they taste good and the relos are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; They looked better than they tasted. I found them a bit dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-6769491449572305731?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6769491449572305731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=6769491449572305731&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6769491449572305731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6769491449572305731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-baking-solutions.html' title='Quick Baking Solutions'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1112560070137729886</id><published>2009-04-08T19:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:16:20.292+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Budget skincare rants and raves</title><content type='html'>As you know Zoe I too recently fell victim to age paranoia and purchased the Nivea Q10 Eye cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using it regularly and it's been working well. Superficially, anyway. But I did an analysis of the ingredients and found them to be not terribly effective! In case you don't know the higher in the ingredients list something is, the more the product contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubiquinone - or Q10, the supposed active ingredient - is halfway down, right after tapioca starch and Nylon-12 (whatever that's used for!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most alarming is the silicone content. Cyclomethicone and dimethicone are right up the top. Silicone is used in shampoos and skincare as a film to seal the hair or skin over and prevent moisture evaporation. It's by no means a bad ingredient, but it's only a superficial temporary fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the sunscreen component is negligible. It has an SPF of 4! Why even advertise that? Thankfully the active sunscreen ingredient is Titanium Dioxide, a physical sunscreen rather than chemical absorber, as many commercial products contain. Chemical-based sunscreens have been shown to be &lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/biology/b103/f02/web1/vculler.html"&gt;far less effective than physical products&lt;/a&gt;, and can even deteriorate the skin's resistance to UV rays over time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a preventative anti-aging eye cream, this won't do. I am extremely vain. So I'm definitely going to have to upgrade to something with effective ingredients once the income starts coming in again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, budget skincare is not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things, Aldi's face cream range &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-512340/Forget-Botox-try-award-winning-1-89-anti-ageing-cream-thats-flying-supermarket-shelves.html"&gt;sparked a frenzy&lt;/a&gt; when it was released in the UK and is regularly compared to high-end brands such as La Mer and Sisley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only tried the Night Cream version as it seemed to have the highest concentration of active ingredients - ubiquinone or Q10, panthenol which is vitamin B5 and retinol. It's also mineral oil-free! On the downside, it stinks like old lady perfume and is a bit heavy. I mainly use it on my forehead because that seems to have sustained the most sun damage over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it for $4.99 about six months ago. I went to Aldi yesterday and it's $8.99! I guess they know they're onto a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1112560070137729886?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1112560070137729886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1112560070137729886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1112560070137729886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1112560070137729886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/budget-skincare-rants-and-raves.html' title='Budget skincare rants and raves'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-5644746192966467770</id><published>2009-04-06T08:51:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:02:00.719+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Dearest Eyes,</title><content type='html'>I'm writing to tell you that I am sorry. You have served me well over the years while I used you excessively, thinking that you could handle anything. Now I realise, you are not getting any younger. While you are still far from being old, you definitely look tired and worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year or so, I have bought some creams to help you look and feel a bit better but they haven't really done much, have they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like &lt;a href="http://www.nivea.com/products/show/264" target="_blank"&gt;Nivea Anti-Wrinke Q10Plus Eye Cream&lt;/a&gt;. I think it stopped you from getting worse. But what I know makes you really light up is &lt;a href="http://www.natio.com.au/brightening-eye-cream.html" atrget="_blank"&gt;Natio Eye Brightening Cream&lt;/a&gt;. Even after a day of stress (e.g.heavy eye make-up/computer/TV), as soon as the smooth cream (and I have never tried a softer one that glides on so easily) is on, you feel and look totally refreshed. If I put it on before bed, when you wake up you look truly reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm sorry for what I've put you through and most likely will in the future. I hope you understand and will do your best to not age too soon for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Zoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-5644746192966467770?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5644746192966467770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=5644746192966467770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5644746192966467770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5644746192966467770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/apology-letter.html' title='Dearest Eyes,'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-4925379849507035697</id><published>2009-04-05T20:40:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:06:33.415+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Popular Baby-sitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caitlyn has not been as easy as she once was. She has been cranky and unable to be alone even for a minute, making it very difficult for me to do basic tasks such as brushing my teeth and taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think she has been getting bored because her cranky cries quickly turn to big smiles once I play something new with her. I searched on the internet for what other parents do to keep their babies occupied. I was surprised (even shocked to read) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;gems such as "my 4 month old loves Disney cartoons. I just plop him in front of the TV and he can be entertained  long enough for him to fall asleep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four month old loves Disney? Does a four month old even understand what Disney is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I understand that this clever mother probably meant that he was entertained by the colourful moving images but since when does a TV become a baby's nanny? Do these parents who use the TV so readily for babies even realise the damage it is doing to their poor babies' eyes? Why damage their eye sight so early in life when they can do it quite quickly when they're older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read that parents use the TV to entertain their babies (like it's a miracle cure for their need for stimulation) has really disturbed me. I guess I'll attribute this to their plain ignorance and not that they are too lazy to play with their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one said kids were easy to look after so if you made the decision to have them, you have to nurture them and not find quick fixes that make it easy for you, while not benefiting the kids in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-4925379849507035697?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4925379849507035697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=4925379849507035697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4925379849507035697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4925379849507035697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/popular-baby-sitter.html' title='Popular Baby-sitter'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8420054110833792280</id><published>2009-04-05T09:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:35:32.345+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><title type='text'>BRo Love</title><content type='html'>I know not everyone loves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; as much as I do, but I found the sweetest video online about Barney &amp;amp; Robin so I thought I'd share it with you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.nypost.com/popwrap/archives/2009/04/barney_and_robin.html"&gt;http://blogs.nypost.com/popwrap/archives/2009/04/barney_and_robin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me want to cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-8420054110833792280?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8420054110833792280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8420054110833792280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8420054110833792280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8420054110833792280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/bro-love.html' title='BRo Love'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-6473222211880554349</id><published>2009-04-03T17:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:24:52.389+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another makeup sale alert - my credit card hurts</title><content type='html'>Howdy girls, check your e-mails the both of you, because I've sent details regarding tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very disappointing development for my bank account, another American makeup brand has gone bust in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cargocosmetics.com/"&gt;Cargo Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt; are 70% off at David Jones Elizabeth Street, plus an additional 10% off when you spend $75 or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I'd return all of my Flirt purchases and buy their Cargo equivalents if I were able to. Their quality is that good, and you're paying Maybelline prices for something a gajizillion times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an eco-friendly lipstick in a shade designed by Lindsay Lohan of all people. The product is called &lt;a href="http://www.cargocosmetics.com/plantlove.html"&gt;PlantLove&lt;/a&gt; and it's so cute - proceeds from each sale go to charity, and if you plant the box it came in (yes as in plant in the ground) it grows into a bouquet of flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was $32 to start with, but I paid around the $8 mark and it was worth every cent (and then some).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-6473222211880554349?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6473222211880554349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=6473222211880554349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6473222211880554349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/6473222211880554349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-makeup-sale-alert-my-credit.html' title='Another makeup sale alert - my credit card hurts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-5875689978462408876</id><published>2009-04-01T20:41:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:56:25.464+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Good Sleep</title><content type='html'>No one can ever possibly appreciate to a full extent an uninterrupted 8 hours of solid deep sleep and a slow awakening until they have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've probably had several nights in a row of little or no sleep but you always managed to have a restful long sleep to make up for it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a small baby, the concept of good sleep is almost impossible. Sure it got better once Caitlyn stopped needing the night-time feed. However, that didn't stop her from waking me for other reasons, even if it was to give me a huge squealing grin. Yep, at 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing we did was hire a bassinet to put near our bed (as our room is too small to fit her cot). I don't actually have to get out of bed anymore to give her my full attention. Next week this bassinet has to be returned. I don't know what I will do, maybe squeeze a fold-out bed next to her cot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping she'd be able to not wake in the middle of the night by this stage (as she has done on several occasions) but I'm not counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has suffered, especially my memory. Only a few weeks ago, I was telling Dan how I thought my grandma losing her memory because she was telling me the same stories over and over again, to which Dan replied, "You already told me that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-5875689978462408876?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5875689978462408876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=5875689978462408876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5875689978462408876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5875689978462408876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming-of-good-sleep.html' title='Dreaming of Good Sleep'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1103679512398712749</id><published>2009-04-01T19:58:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:32:43.680+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward encounters'/><title type='text'>Awkward Encounters of the Work Kind</title><content type='html'>While I still wholeheartedly support the unemployment cause, I've gone back to work at my casual job for a bit. I can still strongly relate to the unemployed because although it's career related, it's not exactly full time, nor is it what I want to be doing full time. That's on my 'to be decided' list still.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could write about the latest gossip at work but I'll probably get fired if I do that because I happen to work with people who are often publicly scrutinised and on the off chance this blog becomes popular, that would not bode well. Although that's a looong way away I suspect lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway so today I ran into this guy in the lifts. He looked familiar but I couldn't quite place him. So I smiled at him politely as you do. Unfortunately for me he remembered exactly who I was and what I did. That made it awkward cos he seemed to know me a lot better than I knew him. I couldn't even remember how I met him. While he was asking about my job I was frantically trying to remember his. But I couldn't and so there was an awkward lull in the conversation,you know that pause when someone asks you about your life and waits for you to ask about theirs? That's what it was like. Him waiting for the question that would never come. Things weren't helped much when we both got out of the lifts on the same level and went into the same place. Luckily we finally went in different directions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now, several hours later, I still can't remember how I know him. Is it just me? Does that happen to other people too? I think I need to be more aware of everyone I meet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the awkward encounters don't end there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ran into the guy I went out with a couple of weeks ago. I didn't expect to be back at my old job when I went out with him, so I didn't really see it as a problem at the time. But as the saying goes, you shouldn't date people you work with. Cos it's awkward when you see them again. Very awkward. We managed to avoid any significant conversation beyond 'hi' and 'how are you' though. Mainly because I got out of there so quickly there wasn't a chance to say much more. It could have been worse. He even managed to look happy to see me, although I think that was just some good acting on his part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that was the first of many similar encounters to come though. It's inevitable. I will work on my acting skills. Or my running skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1103679512398712749?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1103679512398712749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1103679512398712749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1103679512398712749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1103679512398712749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/awkward-encounters-of-work-kind.html' title='Awkward Encounters of the Work Kind'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1923415368104287083</id><published>2009-04-01T10:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:26:47.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Slipper this weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hi girls. The Golden Slipper barrier draw was yesterday but they haven't set a timetable on the day yet - they'll do it this afternoon and I'll let you know later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track is likely to be rain-affected and I have a very unscientific way of betting on wet tracks - check pedigrees, watch the horses parade and box the ones with big feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If rain hadn't come into it I was very confident it would be a colt's trifecta. Probably a colt's first four. I don't know how he handles the rain-affected but Real Saga should put at least a length on Delago Bolt, Reward for Effort and Phelan Ready. Followed closely by More Joyous, Zikmann and Indian Ocean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1923415368104287083?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1923415368104287083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1923415368104287083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1923415368104287083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1923415368104287083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/golden-slipper-this-weekend.html' title='Golden Slipper this weekend!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1851776902261175681</id><published>2009-03-30T17:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:55:15.628+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Ethical Dilemma #2 - To Tell or Not To Tell</title><content type='html'>If you knew a guy* was casually cheating on his girlfriend of 5 years, would you tell the girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I wasn't faced with this as I only found out this guy cheated after I met and spoke with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were her, I'd want to know so I could move on and find someone better. However, I don't think I'd be able to tell her as I barely know both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* works with my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1851776902261175681?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1851776902261175681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1851776902261175681&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1851776902261175681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1851776902261175681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/ethical-dilemma-2-to-tell-or-not-to.html' title='Ethical Dilemma #2 - To Tell or Not To Tell'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-209519163078378293</id><published>2009-03-29T22:08:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:01:03.402+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Flirt Cosmetics Sale Alert</title><content type='html'>Local Target stores are discontinuing &lt;a href="http://www.flirtcosmetics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Flirt Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;, an American makeup line that produces budget equivalents to &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MAC&lt;/a&gt; professional products, as well as the American Beauty line - a low-end alternative to Estee Lauder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirt's range of colour cosmetics receives rave reviews over at &lt;a href="http://www.makeupalley.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Makeup Alley&lt;/a&gt; so I thought it would be worth checking out with the 50% off and additional buy one get one free promotion. I'm glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9Z5yaER-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB9-Eo3eSgw/s1600-h/flirtsale1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9Z5yaER-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB9-Eo3eSgw/s320/flirtsale1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318568534266365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with four eyeshadows (original RRP $20 each), two blushes (RRP $24 a piece), a lipstick (RRP $20), three lipglosses (RRP $20), two luminisers (RRP $30) and two eyeliners (RRP $20). So it was $308 worth of stuff for less than $80. Did I need $80 worth of makeup? Probably not, but the savings were top-notch. And after this haul I probably never need to buy makeup ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyeshadows, lipsticks and eyeliners are the standouts, in my opinion. The texture of the eyeshadows are soft and they are ultra pigmented - just like MAC's! I hear they are made in the same factory. The lipstick I got - &lt;a href="http://www.flirtcosmetics.com/templates/products/sp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY6763&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD6933"&gt;#20 Cool&lt;/a&gt;, which is a super fun Barbie pink - is moisturising and long-lasting. And the eyeliners are soft-textured with great colour payoff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bUg5IUBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pebPk9v6YNc/s1600-h/flirteyeshadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bUg5IUBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pebPk9v6YNc/s320/flirteyeshadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318570092932911122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyeshadows clockwise from top left&lt;/span&gt;: Vibrant Violet (vibrant mid blue-toned purple), Candy Hearts (pearlised pastel grey lilac), Glamourazzi (mid-tone purple with copper reflects), Bo Peep (matte cream with sparkles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bUae6sEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qs96DYTMRVY/s1600-h/flirtclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bUae6sEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qs96DYTMRVY/s320/flirtclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318570091212353602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top: American Beauty All-Over Glow in Pink Glow, Middle L-R: Flirt Lipgloss in Mighty Aphrodite, Flirt Lipstick in Cool, Bottom: 2x American Beauty Fabulous Feel Liquid Lipcolor in Pink Pearl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bU2eSEYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mNOke0KGb4o/s1600-h/flirtlinersswatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9bU2eSEYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mNOke0KGb4o/s320/flirtlinersswatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318570098725884290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flirt Eyeliner Swatches L-R: Pool Party (pale blue), Sugar Pie (white)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in need of some new makeup then I definitely suggest you check the range out. Just don't overdo it with the frenzied basket filling&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (...like me)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only stocked at selected Targets unfortunately, and for some reason not all are running the promotion! I can vouch that 50% off + BOGOF is definitely at Parramatta and Merrylands in Sydney, however. Bondi and Burwood are only doing 50% off. Happy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-209519163078378293?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/209519163078378293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=209519163078378293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/209519163078378293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/209519163078378293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/flirt-cosmetics-sale-alert.html' title='Flirt Cosmetics Sale Alert'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sc9Z5yaER-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB9-Eo3eSgw/s72-c/flirtsale1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1757575170389959797</id><published>2009-03-29T20:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:22:48.848+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><title type='text'>Saving Money in Times of Unemployment</title><content type='html'>Today I unitentionally discovered a great way of saving money. I went to do the Bondi-Coogee walk with a friend and since it's a 12km walk, I didn't want to carry much, so instead of taking my wallet, I just took $20, figuring that would be enough for food. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didn't account for was that it would get chilly in the afternoon. After we'd done the walk and drank our boost juices, I was very cold. So I thought, not a problem, I'll just buy a jacket. Right? Wrong. I didn't have enough money to buy both the jacket and eat dinner, so being practical as ever, I chose to eat dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you go, money saved on a jacket because not only did I not bring enough cash, I also foolishly left my credit card and bank card at home in my wallet. I shouldn't say foolishly because it worked out rather well in the end - in the sense that I saved money. Not in the sense that I had to remain cold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However what I've learned from this experience is to either take more money or take my bankcard (or hey, even a jacket...), but perhaps others will learn from my experience and see it as a good way of saving money! Just don't take a lot of money to begin with! And leave those cards at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1757575170389959797?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1757575170389959797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1757575170389959797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1757575170389959797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1757575170389959797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-money-in-times-of-unemployment.html' title='Saving Money in Times of Unemployment'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-5906950629270365918</id><published>2009-03-27T13:41:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:49:53.403+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Is My Baby Normal?</title><content type='html'>That is a question I'm sure a lot of parents ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually starts with "Is my baby putting on enough weight?", and can then be followed by many others such as "Why is my baby so big?", "Why does my baby still not sleep through the night?" and a favourite "Why is my baby crying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I cannot answer all of them and how many times have we heard, "All babies are different" anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have found a website that calms me down: &lt;a href="http://www.medcalc.com/growth/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.medcalc.com/growth&lt;/a&gt;. I cannot guarantee it will calm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; down but it's worth a look. Maybe keeping busy with all the charts can take your mind off worrying about whatever your baby is or isn't doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-5906950629270365918?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5906950629270365918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=5906950629270365918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5906950629270365918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/5906950629270365918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-my-baby-normal.html' title='Is My Baby Normal?'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8931937589491531917</id><published>2009-03-27T12:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:19:42.267+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>An Ethical Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dilemma for you (inspired by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost)...&lt;/span&gt;if you could go back in time and kill Hitler as a young child, would you? Knowing that you could save all those innocent people just by killing one innocent boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I see things too much in black and white but I think I'd do it. Sure he's innocent at the time, but you know that he'll go on to commit so many horrible deeds...I don't really think there would be a chance to 'reform' him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-8931937589491531917?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8931937589491531917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8931937589491531917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8931937589491531917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8931937589491531917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/ethical-dilemma.html' title='An Ethical Dilemma'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-4041764451406572338</id><published>2009-03-27T12:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:25:52.304+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Vaccinations</title><content type='html'>Today I took Caitlyn to the doctor for her 4 months vaccinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought much about vaccinations, other than they have to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I was talking to a few of Dan's relatives and vaccinations were brought to me in a very controversial light. I never realised all the fuss surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home, I did what any other modern parent would do. I googled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that there were some studies that apparently showed horrible side effects. However, these studies were apparenly not conclusive. After reading many articles, I have come to realise that the possible effects of vaccinations do not even closely outweigh the benefits of being immunised against the diseases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-4041764451406572338?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4041764451406572338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=4041764451406572338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4041764451406572338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/4041764451406572338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-vaccinations.html' title='Baby Vaccinations'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-803535195492609698</id><published>2009-03-27T09:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:25:39.649+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In stark contrast to previous post... my birthday e-card (NSFW!)</title><content type='html'>Hi girls. I've got some serious makeup road testing to do, but in the spirit of the birthday season I thought I'd share with you one of the more memorable/disturbing e-cards I received this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/ScwAyl-KrgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ISiTY6hGcHA/s1600-h/so+wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/ScwAyl-KrgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ISiTY6hGcHA/s320/so+wrong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317626129204030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-803535195492609698?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/803535195492609698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=803535195492609698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/803535195492609698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/803535195492609698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stark-contrast-to-previous-post-my.html' title='In stark contrast to previous post... my birthday e-card (NSFW!)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818922943995706343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/Sm0ycHQpQkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oB9KLKWeyko/S220/colourcoordinatingdrink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FQrmZw1wxQ/ScwAyl-KrgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ISiTY6hGcHA/s72-c/so+wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-1680285251262272516</id><published>2009-03-26T15:00:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:19:05.688+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>What My Husband Gave Me For My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/323/mugbf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 500px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/323/mugbf.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more unique gift ideas visit &lt;a href="http://www.kennyscardiology.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Kenny's Cardiology&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-1680285251262272516?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1680285251262272516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=1680285251262272516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1680285251262272516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/1680285251262272516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-my-husband-gave-me-for-my-birthday.html' title='What My Husband Gave Me For My Birthday'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-7558347925014413788</id><published>2009-03-26T13:16:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:55:23.756+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>The Vices of an Unemployed Person - #1 - Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We started out creating this blog to entertain ourselves while unemployed. And maybe help other people in the same position as us. But a cursory search on Seek shows that there's not much out there right now. So what is an unemployed person to do when they can't find a suitable job to apply to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch television of course. As the previous entry suggests, I like to watch, wait and write about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't restricted to television of course (stay tuned for the upcoming date entry - because unemployed people can also entertain themselves by going out on dates, usually bad ones), but I will start with my thoughts on the TV shows I've been watching lately, because I suspect other unemployed people watch televison too. Be warned, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoilers &lt;/span&gt;ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother (4x18 - "Old King Clancy")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I love this show. I love Neil Patrick Harris. But mainly I love the group dynamic. When you take away the continuous drinking, it could be anybody's group of friends. Also for a sitcom, they have amazing continuity, slap bet anyone?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the latest episode, Ted discovers that Marshall &amp;amp; Barney have been lying to him about the fact he lost his job at their firm a few month ago. Meanwhile the rest of the gang try to figure out which celebrity took Robin back to their place, what this celebrity collected, and which sex act he wanted to do. The adult version of Cluedo I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the highlights from this episode for me were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Marshall reading a list of fish names. I don't think anyone but Jason Segel could make this funny (okay maybe Neil Patrick Harris), but it was funny. Maybe because Marshall honestly thought he was hilarious, or maybe the way he read each name with such conviction: 'Bass...this guy knows what I'm talking about'. It made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The fact that there really is a &lt;a href="http://www.canadiansexacts.org/"&gt;Canadian sex acts website&lt;/a&gt;. And that Barney has it bookmarked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Marhsall believing Barney's story about Dandelion. Lol. My favourite thing about Marshall's character is that innocence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Gossip Girl (2x19: "The Grandfather")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this show has its ups and downs. The reason I continue to watch every episode is to see what will happen with Chuck and Blair. So you can imagine my horror at the final scene of 'The Grandfather' - Blair and Nate?? Again?? That is a *terrible* idea. And Nate is always portrayed as the 'nice' guy, when actually he slept with Serena while he was with Blair, and now it looks like he'll hook up with Blair while he's with Vanessa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but wish they'd stop throwing obstacles in the path of Blair &amp;amp; Chuck getting together. Although I guess it wouldn't be nearly as interesting if they were a Rufus-Lily type couple.  But I mean really, Nate?? Hasn't the Blair-Nate relationship been done to death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to Chuck &amp;amp; Vanessa's revenge next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-7558347925014413788?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7558347925014413788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=7558347925014413788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/7558347925014413788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/7558347925014413788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/vices-of-unemployed-person-1-television.html' title='The Vices of an Unemployed Person - #1 - Television'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-8751875209442635924</id><published>2009-03-25T15:06:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:15:33.319+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about us'/><title type='text'>The March Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; - Pink Heels. Red Dress. But never together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoe - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stop holding my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First March Girl - &lt;/span&gt;Watching, waiting and writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United by unemployment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not defined by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-8751875209442635924?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8751875209442635924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=8751875209442635924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8751875209442635924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/8751875209442635924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-girls.html' title='The March Girls'/><author><name>The First March Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17798248282770263954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0RWkESvIc8/SweqRoWY25I/AAAAAAAAAuw/kuPZ4pjF6fE/S220/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-2-photos-11032009-03.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278230541461309257.post-2371731661703749094</id><published>2009-03-25T14:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:58:07.211+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployed Wednesday</title><content type='html'>What do you get when three unemployed 20-somethings are sitting around with nothing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8278230541461309257-2371731661703749094?l=march-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2371731661703749094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8278230541461309257&amp;postID=2371731661703749094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2371731661703749094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8278230541461309257/posts/default/2371731661703749094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://march-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/unemployed-wednesday.html' title='Unemployed Wednesday'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513023055304836256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
