<?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-6793909596649842757</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:41:07.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Bee</title><subtitle type='html'>A bunch of seasonal thoughts and gobbledegook</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-4259393154556813869</id><published>2008-05-16T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:39:58.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.....Wordsworth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/SC1iKwZZ35I/AAAAAAAAANU/eUXMvMqOObI/s1600-h/CIMG1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200921081612459922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/SC1iKwZZ35I/AAAAAAAAANU/eUXMvMqOObI/s200/CIMG1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surpised by joy, I think not.  What a day I am having!  It's unbearable, awful and soul destroying.  CookieBee needs a holiday, a break, or simply, just some time to sit down and rest would be nice.  I don't long for anything fancy just a moments peace. To be calm, cool and collected. Hmmm, Here we go again, my moment has been interumpted by something impatient as the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-4259393154556813869?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4259393154556813869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4259393154556813869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4259393154556813869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4259393154556813869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohwordsworth.html' title='Oh.....Wordsworth....'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/SC1iKwZZ35I/AAAAAAAAANU/eUXMvMqOObI/s72-c/CIMG1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-7536903629351100958</id><published>2008-04-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:20:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Bee is going green</title><content type='html'>I say going because being is not an easy task.   If I am going to become green, I need to plan and all that. It is like giving up smoking.  I have some bad habits and gradually they have got to go because not only is it bad for my health but what about the kids.  What are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night I was reading up about Climate Change and this is where this 'I will be green' came from.  I felt sick in my stomach and horrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reducing my waste already from the inspiration from my rubbish friend (joke) from my inspiring friend 21st Century Mummy.  Yesterday I shopped at the farmers market down the road and will continue to do so every Saturday.  And soon I will be starting up a book swap (BBC RaW) at my sons primary school for the parents and learners.&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few other things like switched my cleaning products for more eco ones and stopped buying things I don't need.  I read a lot more than watch TV/DVD's.  And I take my kids to places like 'The living Rainforest, The Look discovery Centre and Bewilderwood.  And my son and I have been growing flowers and veg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is soooooo much more to do!  I heard somewhere that you are one of two types of people.  You either want to conquer the world or save it.  I want to save it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-7536903629351100958?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7536903629351100958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7536903629351100958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7536903629351100958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7536903629351100958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/04/cookie-bee-is-going-green.html' title='Cookie Bee is going green'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-8548138010786408027</id><published>2008-04-05T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:45:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.Lewis Tour - Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fMyxBUVGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fjSF45BO7UM/s1600-h/CIMG1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185838668464804962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fMyxBUVGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fjSF45BO7UM/s200/CIMG1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the Easter period, My husband asked if I wanted to drive out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Headington&lt;/span&gt; to visit the Kilns, where C.S Lewis lived, and on to some other C.S.Lewis places. Well, being a C.S Lewis fan, how could I refuse!!! So we did and I am delighted to share my pictures and tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fNOhBUVHI/AAAAAAAAANE/FGIGD5t_eS4/s1600-h/CIMG1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185839145206174834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fNOhBUVHI/AAAAAAAAANE/FGIGD5t_eS4/s200/CIMG1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tree is either in or very very close by to C.S Lewis home. I read somewhere that he may have written the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; of Narnia from his garden. So he must have gazed up at this tree on several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;, maybe to give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; when he had writers block...It looks like the one outside my window...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fMBBBUVFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S4lyS-fXe88/s1600-h/CIMG1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185837813766313042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fMBBBUVFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S4lyS-fXe88/s200/CIMG1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the side view of his house, The Kilns. It was great just to be there and see where he lived. It felt strange going there and getting so close. I believe if you ask permission and book an appointment you can actually go inside. I think I would pass out though...It would be too cool and cool again to do that...Actually I will book an appointment and go next time. Anyway, the place is real and wonderful and it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185839914005320834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fN7RBUVII/AAAAAAAAANM/sSvYgtuBLmc/s200/CIMG1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We did visit his grave. I thought I would be a bit freaked out by this, but when we got there, it was like visiting a passed over friend or family member. It was strange. Obviously I have never met the guy (I am only 21...yeah right) but because I have read so many of his books and he is a bit of a major influence in my life, I felt very warm and emotional when I was there. And another thing. It was grey and cloudy but the sun opened up for a brief moment and shone on to his grave. It was miraculous but also 'well it would shine on his grave, he is one cool dude'.  AND another big thing. I noticed, which I must mention, his brother Warren, is also buried with him.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is  beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  They both lost their mother at an early age. Both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; in the War, both had a rather tough time I'd say and had an amazing relationship.  They were incredibly close, even though they did not always see eye to eye, and here they are, two Irish born lads now rest together eternally.  That is something very special and wow, brotherhood...I wish to write no more on the matter, for I feel quite overwhelmed by it all.  I have 2 brothers myself.  Perhaps despite the differences my brothers and I have, we should try and be more like them.  Although, I don't want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; with them thank you very much.  no no no.  I don't mind same church yard but not grave...  Anyway, back to the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185832329093075970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fHBxBUVAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-ZlMzAeh8h4/s200/CIMG1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As we drove out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Headington&lt;/span&gt; and in to Oxford city centre, my husband asked me where next. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, lets just get as close to it as poss and find somewhere to park... Well, on route, Magdalen College (The college C.S Lewis was based) came in to view. I was so excited I jumped up and down in my car...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; hey - I think not, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; the people behind me must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; scared.   I tried hard to get a photo but there were cars behind us so this is all I could get in my moment of sheer excitement. We then found a perfect parking space down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keeble&lt;/span&gt; Rd and I could not believe it when I walked around the corner!!!!!!!!!!IT WAS THE BIRD AND BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fKWBBUVDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JnaPjvG4NBw/s1600-h/CIMG1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185835975520310322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fKWBBUVDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JnaPjvG4NBw/s200/CIMG1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185835241080902690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fJrRBUVCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6U38rxs9yF8/s200/CIMG1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pub is such a delight... It has so much character and as soon as you walk in, you can imagine it all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, for those who do not know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JRR&lt;/span&gt; Tolkien, C.S Lewis, his brother, Dyson to name but a few met here frequently, as a group called the Inklings, to discuss their books (Lord of the Rings, Lion Witch and the Wardrobe...Oh to have been a fly on the wall, that would have been the best time), have debates and drink beer.  Sounds fab.  I am going to start my own Inklings.  a 21st century writers group... anyway, on the wall, above the fireplace you will find pictures and letters etc.  It is a wonderful place.  And that is where the tour ended.  Well for now.  I will go back and do more next time, like go in to the Kilns and Magdalen College and eat some yummy food in the Inklings.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  Was such a fantastic day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love C.S.Lewis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6793909596649842757-8548138010786408027?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8548138010786408027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=8548138010786408027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8548138010786408027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8548138010786408027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/04/cslewis-tour-easter-2008.html' title='C.S.Lewis Tour - Easter 2008'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fMyxBUVGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fjSF45BO7UM/s72-c/CIMG1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-9134924522921569129</id><published>2008-04-05T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:17:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He must of been sooooo proud to see his name up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fB7BBUU9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MnALe9APBSI/s1600-h/CIMG1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185826715570820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fB7BBUU9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MnALe9APBSI/s200/CIMG1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-9134924522921569129?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/9134924522921569129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=9134924522921569129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/9134924522921569129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/9134924522921569129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-must-of-been-sooooo-proud-to-see-his.html' title='He must of been sooooo proud to see his name up!'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fB7BBUU9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MnALe9APBSI/s72-c/CIMG1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-3159496398268869059</id><published>2008-04-05T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:14:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fAWxBUU8I/AAAAAAAAALs/ue341OoRD5k/s1600-h/CIMG1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185824993288934338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fAWxBUU8I/AAAAAAAAALs/ue341OoRD5k/s200/CIMG1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have developed a bit of a fascination with these light beams.  This one was taken from Christ Church in Oxford.    It's funny because I used to look at them and think 'Cool' now I look at them and think 'blog'.  Actually I have a fan who likes my pictures.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I see him, he goes on about them so "Steward, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; another for you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-3159496398268869059?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3159496398268869059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3159496398268869059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3159496398268869059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3159496398268869059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-colours.html' title='Pretty Colours'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R_fAWxBUU8I/AAAAAAAAALs/ue341OoRD5k/s72-c/CIMG1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-4857918646449276467</id><published>2008-03-21T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T04:08:27.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God, Its Good Friday  - Happy Easter Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-OXGhBUU6I/AAAAAAAAALI/uSWP3apSqaw/s1600-h/CIMG0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180150134605108130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-OXGhBUU6I/AAAAAAAAALI/uSWP3apSqaw/s200/CIMG0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-4857918646449276467?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4857918646449276467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4857918646449276467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4857918646449276467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4857918646449276467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-god-its-good-friday-happy-easter.html' title='Thank God, Its Good Friday  - Happy Easter Everyone'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-OXGhBUU6I/AAAAAAAAALI/uSWP3apSqaw/s72-c/CIMG0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-2285194349395650820</id><published>2008-03-19T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:58:13.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that in the corner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-Dg3cO_A7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0j8Wm-fDKe0/s1600-h/CIMG0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179386814552540082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-Dg3cO_A7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0j8Wm-fDKe0/s200/CIMG0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not fear. It is nothing spooky, although it does look like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I poped in to this restaurant one lunch time. It is the Salthouse Harbour Hotel in Ipswich ( I think it is connected to the angel hotel in Bury St Edmunds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The food was fabulous, presented contemporary and beautifully and tasted delish. I could really relax and enjoy a glass of wine and chat with my husband.  My children were happy to sit and play with their toys and everyone around us was not bothered with their presense (you know how some places are). The staff were great towards them and when they served up the kids meals, made a real effort with their presentation too. See below - kids meal!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179389511792001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-DjUcO_A8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IlztJwDwPEA/s200/CIMG0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The place was immaculate and there is some fab art work to look at on the walls. The woman in the corner is great. She looks different in real life, but here on the photo she really comes out to you.  Very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-2285194349395650820?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2285194349395650820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=2285194349395650820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2285194349395650820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2285194349395650820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-that-in-corner.html' title='What&apos;s that in the corner!!!'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R-Dg3cO_A7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0j8Wm-fDKe0/s72-c/CIMG0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-6754785544872365384</id><published>2008-03-18T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:31:40.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R9-ZFMO_A6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9rJ-A0NMZEM/s1600-h/CIMG0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179026410961830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R9-ZFMO_A6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9rJ-A0NMZEM/s200/CIMG0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel in the mood to write on my blog but have not got the faintest idea what to write about.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; writers blog block day.  I guess it is because I haven't got the time really.  Anyway I am so pleased &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shada&lt;/span&gt; what ever they are called are in fashion.  I could not put this beast up in my house though, but oh how I love it...That reminds me, I am late for a get together with my friends.  I best go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-6754785544872365384?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6754785544872365384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=6754785544872365384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6754785544872365384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6754785544872365384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-in-mood-to-write-on-my-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R9-ZFMO_A6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9rJ-A0NMZEM/s72-c/CIMG0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-3533642980785968985</id><published>2008-03-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:14:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incy wincy Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R91T3cO_A5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4WHdaQOV7tM/s1600-h/CIMG0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387358482891666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R91T3cO_A5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4WHdaQOV7tM/s200/CIMG0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it is Sunday and the weekend is almost over!  It is not fair!  Well, at least it is Easter in a few days and I can't wait.  I am really looking forward to eating chocolate and eating more chocolate.  It will be great although I am not sure what we are going to do but, hey, 4 day weekend, how fab is that!!!  Happy Easter everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/6793909596649842757-3533642980785968985?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3533642980785968985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3533642980785968985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3533642980785968985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3533642980785968985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/03/incy-wincy-spider.html' title='Incy wincy Spider'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R91T3cO_A5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4WHdaQOV7tM/s72-c/CIMG0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-340195043833970360</id><published>2008-02-24T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:41:05.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R8G5fEQeO4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/35GRXoTC1dA/s1600-h/CIMG0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170617790567955330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R8G5fEQeO4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/35GRXoTC1dA/s200/CIMG0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its been a superb day. The cat got the cream. Not only that, something fishy too. I did say on my blog you would read a load of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gobledeegook&lt;/span&gt;...(I can't spell tonight, Ive had some wine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, Here let me give you the download: -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HUSBAND BOUGHT ME A CREAM BEETLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CONVERTABLE&lt;/span&gt;!!! and we have just come back from the seaside, where we enjoyed the best fish and chips in town (My favourite meal and place to be.) I am a little overwhelmed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now enjoying these delicious T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hornton's&lt;/span&gt; choclates...mmm...yummmy....I'm in heaven, la la la la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't wake me up right now because if you do, I may react badly.  Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, anyway I am allowed to have this moment because it is my birthday today.  I am 21 again.  I now understand why my mum used to tell me that.  "I am feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chu&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I better go and tomorrow I will be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about my behaviour and then I will go for a drive and all will be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, love, peace, happiness and all that !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-340195043833970360?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/340195043833970360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=340195043833970360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/340195043833970360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/340195043833970360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R8G5fEQeO4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/35GRXoTC1dA/s72-c/CIMG0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-7462128225923951129</id><published>2008-01-29T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:48:33.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R5-OacUepbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Me6b2gO_r-0/s1600-h/CIMG0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161000282919708082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R5-OacUepbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Me6b2gO_r-0/s200/CIMG0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been awake since 4.30 am and my head is all over the place. It is probably the best time to write actually. Anyway I have a corker for you this evening. The other day I visited Kings College, Cambridge. WOW. I love Cambridge but on this beautiful, fine day I felt a strong desire to go to the chapel. I did not know why, I just wanted to go, so off I went. The day was gorgeous, blue sky, sun, lovely.  So in I go, and WOW, I was blown away, as I stood outside the chapel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, it was very windy that day and I was blown all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as the wind blew me about, I felt like I was there for a reason.  And because it was so windy, something was telling me to go inside.  You know what is coming next don't you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know how I like my funky little light beam things...well,  I pottered about inside and then sat down to rest my legs.  The high heels were not such a good idea.  Not only did they hurt, but everyone could hear me walking about, (Quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; actually) Anyway, when I sat down inside, look what I saw on the wall...beats mine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997950752466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R5-MSsUepaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pXX72V9EHeA/s200/CIMG0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Groovy, Baby, Yeah, Gigantic light things! God knows!!! He read my blog and called me to his chapel to show me his!  I could not believe it.  As soon as I walked in that place I knew he had something to show me. It all makes sense now.  And after I rested on the bench my feet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; hurting!  Clever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-7462128225923951129?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7462128225923951129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7462128225923951129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7462128225923951129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7462128225923951129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-see-light.html' title='I see the light'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R5-OacUepbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Me6b2gO_r-0/s72-c/CIMG0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-2071104093300017540</id><published>2008-01-21T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:00:34.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urrrrr Don'know</title><content type='html'>I am just musing about while I wait for my son to wake up (He is having his afternoon nap).&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to our universe?  What are we doing?  It's January and the temperature outside is lmild.  Seeing my spring bulbs sprouting out of the ground already is...Crikey I am bord.  I wish my son would wake up.  Oh look, it's raining again.  I am really really bord now.  I am so glad I am off out in a mo.  In the mean time, I am going to raid the cudboard for some chocolate.  It is what you need on a day like this.  Oh, I hear babble.  Saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-2071104093300017540?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2071104093300017540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=2071104093300017540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2071104093300017540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2071104093300017540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/01/urrrrr-donknow.html' title='Urrrrr Don&apos;know'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-4673504955963545395</id><published>2008-01-05T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:49:16.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happened to the snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3_zMDwOsKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/14DGtYYFM_k/s1600-h/CIMG0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103887226712226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3_zMDwOsKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/14DGtYYFM_k/s200/CIMG0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks a bit creepy, my picture on the left! Creepy or weird? Anyway, the other day it snowed. I held my hand out to catch the snow to show you. I was hoping it would snow enough to go sledging. I am in one of those moods...(I have had several glasses of wine for the first time in ages, forgive me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well that's it for now folks, I have been abducted by Big Brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-4673504955963545395?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4673504955963545395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4673504955963545395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4673504955963545395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4673504955963545395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-what-happened-to-snow.html' title='So what happened to the snow?'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3_zMDwOsKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/14DGtYYFM_k/s72-c/CIMG0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-5901621862414678855</id><published>2008-01-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:23:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3vWUjwOsII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Aj2qppHgdoI/s1600-h/CIMG0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150946247511552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3vWUjwOsII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Aj2qppHgdoI/s200/CIMG0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 2008. I can hardly believe it. Time is flying by a little too fast for my liking. My parents have gone back home, School starts tomorrow and I will be taking down the christmas decorations. Normally I would be feeling a little low, but my son's birthday is this month and I am spending as much time as I can reading my C.S Lewis biography-its brilliant. This is the best bit about January- you get to play with your christmas toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a lovely christmas and your new year is going well. Got to dash now and get on with my mummy duties.&lt;/div&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-5901621862414678855?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5901621862414678855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5901621862414678855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5901621862414678855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5901621862414678855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-2008.html' title='January 2008'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3vWUjwOsII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Aj2qppHgdoI/s72-c/CIMG0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-4496509037475826530</id><published>2007-12-29T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:29:51.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Res</title><content type='html'>Only a few more days until 2008.  This year has gone so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years resolutions are: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Manage my shopping list better.  For some reason, I never have anything in.  I am going to plan my meals for the week and stick to it.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) More organised.  I always have this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Use my Gym Membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see if I will be in the 10% who don't fail. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-4496509037475826530?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4496509037475826530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4496509037475826530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4496509037475826530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4496509037475826530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-res.html' title='New Years Res'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-8406550433424946624</id><published>2007-12-27T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:34:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3O33DwOsHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tdYJWP-FZEk/s1600-h/CIMG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148660955542892658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3O33DwOsHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tdYJWP-FZEk/s200/CIMG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quickie, to say Happy Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling as stuffed as the turkey I had for my dinner. I have not stopped eating, it is wonderful. All that weight I lost is slowly creeping on my thighs as we speak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My top present has to be the C.S Lewis Biography my husband and kids gave me. It is one of his first additions and was shipped over from a little book shop in New York. I love it. I finished reading his autobiography a few days before Christmas, so you can imagine how &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; I was to open this present up on Christmas eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with the family over, I have time to write a little on my blog. yipee. Well, I am off to read my book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Peace and Joy be with you and your family X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-8406550433424946624?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8406550433424946624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=8406550433424946624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8406550433424946624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8406550433424946624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/R3O33DwOsHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tdYJWP-FZEk/s72-c/CIMG0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-6150828119387760500</id><published>2007-11-11T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:28:18.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RzcfWwKAWeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3rcWc5hdkYc/s1600-h/07-11-05_20-561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131604776156420578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RzcfWwKAWeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3rcWc5hdkYc/s200/07-11-05_20-561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a week it has been and bonfire night was a great start to it.&lt;br /&gt;I love Guy Fawkes Night. I enjoy watching the fireworks, eating hot roasted chestnuts and wondering around in my wellies soaking up the atmosphere. This year we went to a local rugby club. They had a live band, funfair and some great fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went a to a coffee morning with my son, Wednesday I walked in to town and had a mega huge hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows in a book shop, Thursday I went to a mothers group and had tea and biscuits and Friday I went back in to town and had a Coffee and Danish pastry, Saturday I had my hair done and enjoyed a nice cup of tea and I have just been to church for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; and guess what I had after the service? TEA and BISCUITS! Life is great! I am really looking forward to my week ahead. Why on earth do people want to go back to work!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-6150828119387760500?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6150828119387760500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=6150828119387760500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6150828119387760500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6150828119387760500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-life.html' title='The good life'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RzcfWwKAWeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3rcWc5hdkYc/s72-c/07-11-05_20-561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-5665132679799443873</id><published>2007-11-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:44:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack Quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RypHkxwnHqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f9hxyntIGKI/s1600-h/07-11-01_11-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127989822872821410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RypHkxwnHqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f9hxyntIGKI/s200/07-11-01_11-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some bread to the park to feed the ducks this morning.  I can not believe it is November!  The weather was fab today, really warm outside.  My husband and I enjoyed a coffee and then off home again.  Nice start to the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-5665132679799443873?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5665132679799443873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5665132679799443873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5665132679799443873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5665132679799443873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/11/quack-quack.html' title='Quack Quack'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RypHkxwnHqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f9hxyntIGKI/s72-c/07-11-01_11-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-691678003271998736</id><published>2007-10-31T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:17:54.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love the 31st of October.  I love dressing my kids up as pumpkins or spiders.  I think they look funky.  And I love the dark mornings and dark evenings.  I especially like watching the sun set earlier than in Summer.  I also love getting my winter wardrobe out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After school, I took my son to a party and it was great to see everyone have so much fun.  Later, We had a few trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; to our door.  It is nice to see people dress up and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-691678003271998736?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/691678003271998736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=691678003271998736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/691678003271998736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/691678003271998736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or treat'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-6964444668244619884</id><published>2007-10-30T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:32:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RycHXxwnHnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1RrLK68QN4I/s1600-h/07-10-30_10-333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127074805860212338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RycHXxwnHnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1RrLK68QN4I/s200/07-10-30_10-333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RycGTxwnHmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jQcSmU8-6X8/s1600-h/07-10-30_10-352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127073637629107810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RycGTxwnHmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jQcSmU8-6X8/s200/07-10-30_10-352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just one of the many mad things I do on a daily basis. Whilst tidying up the house and deep in thought, I came across this. I am not very scientific so perhaps someone who paid attention in Science class may be able to explain it.  All I can say is a light beam came through the door peep hole and landed on the wall. It was delightful to sit and watch it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; if you are a bit geeky like me).   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the worlds beautiful treasures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-6964444668244619884?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6964444668244619884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=6964444668244619884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6964444668244619884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6964444668244619884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/catch-of-day.html' title='Catch of the day'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RycHXxwnHnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1RrLK68QN4I/s72-c/07-10-30_10-333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-7313003263280779508</id><published>2007-10-29T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:22:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like my new office?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RyYWwhwnHiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AwPIfEdl79k/s1600-h/07-10-29_17-331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126810248759680546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RyYWwhwnHiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AwPIfEdl79k/s200/07-10-29_17-331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday manic monday. My husband is feeding little one, so I have some lap top time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well so I thought. My eldest is now pulling my top asking me to play snakes and ladders with him. I thought getting a lap top and moving the office to the kitchen would solve the world but its worse...Oh well, I better go and play. Its a tough world but someone has to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-7313003263280779508?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7313003263280779508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7313003263280779508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7313003263280779508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7313003263280779508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-my-new-office.html' title='Like my new office?'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RyYWwhwnHiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AwPIfEdl79k/s72-c/07-10-29_17-331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-3783790111255067985</id><published>2007-10-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:36:28.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got 5 mins to spare</title><content type='html'>Just returned from holiday.  Went down to Windsor for the week, fabulous place.   Visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt;, Windsor castle,  and had to check out Eton while we were there.   We then took our boys out to this discovery place in the woods and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; pool.   Met up with my brother who lives in the area and went on to Henley on Thames and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Murlow&lt;/span&gt;.  Lovely part of the country.&lt;br /&gt;I am shattered now.  I really enjoyed it.  It was our first proper British holiday and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; loved it.  Back to school tomorrow, so I am off to bed.   I'll update my blog when I find some time.  Got some fab photos from my holiday.  xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-3783790111255067985?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3783790111255067985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3783790111255067985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3783790111255067985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3783790111255067985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-5-mins-to-spare.html' title='Got 5 mins to spare'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-4615462642445572221</id><published>2007-10-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:55:55.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cookie Bee is home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rwf0h2tADjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oC5xuAJ7sAA/s1600-h/B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118328363986980402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rwf0h2tADjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oC5xuAJ7sAA/s200/B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mr Cookie Bee has just returned from a week in Chicago and Canada.  He arrived this morning shattered.  Well, shattered is being alone at home with 2 kids, but you know, anyway  I could not wait to see him and say, "Welcome home! the kids are in there and I am off to sleep",  Well, how could I as he hands over a brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; and designer handbag...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I told him not to go to sleep because its not a good idea...(Is it Dad, you know).  A few hours passed and Mr Cookie Bee was not seen or heard so I thought I better call out the cookie bee search party...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUSTED...Mr cookie Bee was having a little sneaky sleep.  Naughty Naughty Mr Cookie Bee! lets see how much sleep you get tonight...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-4615462642445572221?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4615462642445572221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4615462642445572221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4615462642445572221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4615462642445572221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-cookie-bee-is-home-sweet-home.html' title='Mr Cookie Bee is home sweet home!'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rwf0h2tADjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oC5xuAJ7sAA/s72-c/B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-1311423801830562118</id><published>2007-10-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:45:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Katie and Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwfyVGtADiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vSN1C90T0XE/s1600-h/Katie+and+Lee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118325945920392738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwfyVGtADiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vSN1C90T0XE/s200/Katie+and+Lee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday my good friends Katie and Lee finally (And about time too), tied the knot.  The Ceremony was so beautiful and emotional, I shed a few happy tears.  And the Reception was great too, loved the speeches, food and champagne of course! &lt;br /&gt;I just love weddings.  I still don't know what to do with my wedding dress or my wedding cake!  I still have a tier!!! I kept everything! It's a bit of a mare really, especially when you don't have much loft space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-1311423801830562118?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1311423801830562118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=1311423801830562118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/1311423801830562118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/1311423801830562118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/congratulations-katie-and-lee.html' title='Congratulations Katie and Lee'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwfyVGtADiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vSN1C90T0XE/s72-c/Katie+and+Lee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-5685671812738070327</id><published>2007-10-02T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:26:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am off in to the desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwKkBmtADhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nil7-wVseKI/s1600-h/Desert+Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116832474122423826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwKkBmtADhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nil7-wVseKI/s200/Desert+Landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well not exactly.  I am going on a diet and will be avoiding  all of those tempting chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/span&gt; cakes... (mmm, had a slice today - was delish).   It looks like I need to lose a stone in weight -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; hard work when you are sleep deprived and have no time to go to the gym.  Well, I am going to stop talking about it and going to give it a go.  My Cookie Bee diet will start on Sunday, will last for 40 days and 40 nights and I will be recording my progress and my temptation stories on the blog .  I will be so chuffed if I get to lose a stone before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-5685671812738070327?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5685671812738070327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5685671812738070327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5685671812738070327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5685671812738070327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-off-in-to-desert.html' title='I am off in to the desert'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RwKkBmtADhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nil7-wVseKI/s72-c/Desert+Landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-6715225720062767857</id><published>2007-09-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:51:27.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am worthy of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_7BmtADgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/swQXCieh8FE/s1600-h/bryans+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116083706703908354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_7BmtADgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/swQXCieh8FE/s200/bryans+gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing better than after a stressful day, coming home to these, dozen white Bianca Roses.  A gift from Mr Cookie Bee.   And it's not my birthday or anything special.  They are so beautiful. Roses mean love and white ones mean, I am worthy of you.  I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hand tied&lt;/span&gt; of these in my wedding bouquet, just white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; roses and they did make me feel beautiful holding them.  Actually I held them all day.  They are so gorgeous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Mr Cookie Bee, I love them...and you of course lots and lots xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-6715225720062767857?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6715225720062767857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=6715225720062767857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6715225720062767857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6715225720062767857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-worthy-of-you.html' title='I am worthy of you'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_7BmtADgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/swQXCieh8FE/s72-c/bryans+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-6791009858080908546</id><published>2007-09-30T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:36:30.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_5_GtADfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0unSnfovwwk/s1600-h/kiss+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116082564242607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_5_GtADfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0unSnfovwwk/s200/kiss+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poped&lt;/span&gt; out to buy a friends son a birthday card and my son insisted on buying this one...I wanted to get it too, but thought I may traumatise the little one.   I think its so funny!  Happy Birthday for tomorrow and I hope you like the other card we chose better!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.&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/6793909596649842757-6791009858080908546?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6791009858080908546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=6791009858080908546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6791009858080908546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/6791009858080908546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/kiss-kiss.html' title='Kiss Kiss'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rv_5_GtADfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0unSnfovwwk/s72-c/kiss+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-5762927382696246792</id><published>2007-09-27T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:40:38.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilt Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwGi2tADeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i_kf82S0Jr8/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114970472655621602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwGi2tADeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i_kf82S0Jr8/s200/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another great thing about Autumn and the leaves changing colour, It looks like someone has spilt paint over the tree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-5762927382696246792?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5762927382696246792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5762927382696246792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5762927382696246792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5762927382696246792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/spilt-paint.html' title='Spilt Paint'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwGi2tADeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i_kf82S0Jr8/s72-c/church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-7953156123741670818</id><published>2007-09-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:32:04.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And on my walk I came across this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwCK2tADcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O0FtUMMhh6I/s1600-h/bury+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114965662292250050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwCK2tADcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O0FtUMMhh6I/s200/bury+pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to walk in to town from my friends house today and on route I discovered this little gem. I have no idea what the history is, so if anyone knows, please let me know. I have driven past it hundreds of times but never really noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it looks like it was a church many moons ago, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whopping&lt;/span&gt; big tree sprouted in the middle causing it to become what it is today. Am I warm? I love all of this historical stuff. I wonder who it belongs to and think of what you could do with it, if it was yours and you had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loadsa&lt;/span&gt; money. That tree is enormous, and its all in someones back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-7953156123741670818?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7953156123741670818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7953156123741670818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7953156123741670818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7953156123741670818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-decided-to-walk-in-to-town-from-my.html' title='And on my walk I came across this...'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwCK2tADcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O0FtUMMhh6I/s72-c/bury+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-245408497829784425</id><published>2007-09-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:17:16.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwBl2tADbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CCDAVxOUrcw/s1600-h/Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114965026637090226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwBl2tADbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CCDAVxOUrcw/s320/Cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Cookie normally has long hair but I just don't have anytime to groom him. I took him to a groomer yesterday and look what she has done to him!  He is so gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-245408497829784425?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/245408497829784425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=245408497829784425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/245408497829784425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/245408497829784425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/cookie.html' title='Cookie'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvwBl2tADbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CCDAVxOUrcw/s72-c/Cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-5705075239734357051</id><published>2007-09-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:00:48.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewilderwood Twiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvlna2tADaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BPLtZGEzRZg/s1600-h/07-09-19_18-53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114232562914430370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvlna2tADaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BPLtZGEzRZg/s200/07-09-19_18-53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See him?  Isn't he just fab.&lt;/span&gt;  I just spotted him on the landing.  There is an oak tree fairy that lives in the tree near my house, maybe he just poped by to see him or something.  I'll investigate the matter further and keep you informed.  Have you see him before?  He is from Bewilderwood.  If you have please let me know, oh and send a picture if you can with your story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-5705075239734357051?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5705075239734357051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5705075239734357051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5705075239734357051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5705075239734357051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/bewilderwood-twiggle.html' title='Bewilderwood Twiggle'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvlna2tADaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BPLtZGEzRZg/s72-c/07-09-19_18-53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-2795463566194092981</id><published>2007-09-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:42:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My farmers market is fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvlcT2tADSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wXi3i93msr4/s1600-h/07-09-22_09-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114220348027440418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvlcT2tADSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wXi3i93msr4/s200/07-09-22_09-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the weekend I poped to our local Farmers market to buy some fresh produce. I am not a great cook, in fact I have only just begun however, I have to say that the food is amazing and makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of shopping in a supermarket stresses me, so, I order the food I need from the supermarket (tins of baked beans, cereal etc) on line and then I go along to the farmers market for the rest of the stuff (meat, fish, veg, fruit etc). This is great because I actually enjoy food shopping, especially when you can try before you buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my sons christening we bought our cakes from here and they were out of this world. I could not believe the price either -freshly made homemade cakes under a tenner. We bought a selection of traditional ones such as Choclate cake, Pavalova, Strawberry and Raspberry choclate roulade and Berry cheese cake, delicious. When I buy the food from here I can't wait to get in the kitchen and cook. There is not much packaging either. I take a huge basket with me and fill it up with fresh veg, fruit and herbs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvljg2tADWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YQKcXO_sOOA/s1600-h/07-09-22_09-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114228267947134306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvljg2tADWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YQKcXO_sOOA/s200/07-09-22_09-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114224101828857154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvlfuWtADUI/AAAAAAAAADk/eTJdFZZyu8Q/s200/07-09-22_09-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some of the raspberries here, mmm yum yum, the kids loved them. Good ole Brittish Raspberries. Its so important to me to find lots of nice fruit and veg as I am vegetarian and I get so many ideas here just by being here. The other great thing is getting all of the fresh seasonal bits. mmm, I am hungry again talking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvlg8GtADVI/AAAAAAAAADs/Zud_SKexOvo/s1600-h/07-09-22_09-361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114225437563686226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Rvlg8GtADVI/AAAAAAAAADs/Zud_SKexOvo/s200/07-09-22_09-361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the shop I treat my family to glass of local apple juice or hot chocolate and a cookie. Yum yum. I don't care if it rains, you will still find me sitting here on a Saturday morning, I love it. I have also saved lots of money too because I don't wonder around the supermarkets browsing and buying things off my shopping list. Oh and we don't go out to eat as much because we love what we have got in the kitchen...its great. give it ago if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-2795463566194092981?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2795463566194092981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=2795463566194092981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2795463566194092981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2795463566194092981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-farmers-market-is-fab.html' title='My farmers market is fab'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvlcT2tADSI/AAAAAAAAADU/wXi3i93msr4/s72-c/07-09-22_09-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-7231121954252102501</id><published>2007-09-22T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:10:34.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe bloggs aka Cookie Bee</title><content type='html'>How funny!  Last night I went out with my friend, who just so happens to be a blogger.  Walked in to this bar and met with a few of her friends, who also happen to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought she had already met them in person before and we were all meeting up for a drink, but oh no, this was the first time we all met each other in person.   And the funniest thing was we were all introducing ourselves as our names aka blog name.  It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;! We had a great night, talking about stuff and blogging...  As we were leaving I spoke with another friend.  I asked him if he was a blogger but he had not got a clue what I was talking about, "Whats a Blog? "...then he looked at me in a strange way.  "Oh no, have you just had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; meeting or something".  I went silent for a second as it hit me how crazy it all sounded, then I laughed.  "But blogging is great and meeting up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; is great too, and we did have a fab night.  I guess you just had to be there.  At least I have in interest I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-7231121954252102501?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7231121954252102501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7231121954252102501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7231121954252102501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7231121954252102501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/joe-bloggs-aka-cookie-bee.html' title='Joe bloggs aka Cookie Bee'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-4929767167105969686</id><published>2007-09-21T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T06:43:08.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonkers about Conkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvPKVz7tXzI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ah82g7TFSQ/s1600-h/07-09-21_12-521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112652478062354226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvPKVz7tXzI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ah82g7TFSQ/s200/07-09-21_12-521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my walk today I collected loads of conkers. I just love them! When my brothers and I were younger, we used to go to this enormous conker tree and collect them. My brothers were searching for the biggest ones, and I the smallest. We had bags full. Not only that but we had so much fun running then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diving in&lt;/span&gt; to the leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; had fallen and were knee high! That is probably why I am bonkers about the things. I am going to make a see through rattle with them for baby narcissus. Another great thing about Autumn. See, being a stay at home mummy is so much fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-4929767167105969686?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4929767167105969686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4929767167105969686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4929767167105969686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4929767167105969686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/bonkers-about-conkers.html' title='Bonkers about Conkers'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvPKVz7tXzI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ah82g7TFSQ/s72-c/07-09-21_12-521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-4087240952437858057</id><published>2007-09-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T05:51:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got some sleep at long last</title><content type='html'>We have cracked it!  Baby Narcissus slept through the night last night.   I woke up at 6.15am instead of 3 times through out the night.  I actually feel human today.  It's amazing what sleep does to you and the lack of it.  I am celebrating this milestone although I think I have plenty more sleepless nights ahead of me.  So what does this mean.  well today I am able to: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk confidently  to the school gates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When asked, "is your baby GOOD"?  I can answer, "Oh yes, sleeps through".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look human. I'll have to book a hair appointment and have a facial done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boast about my excellent approaches and what a fantastic mum I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it crazy how down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trodden&lt;/span&gt; one can feel if their baby is not sleeping through.  I actually know that I am a good Mum and My baby is good end of story, but why is it that there are people out there that think your baby is not good if it does not sleep through the night.  They are crazy.  Anyway, Off I go now to lap it up.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-4087240952437858057?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4087240952437858057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=4087240952437858057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4087240952437858057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/4087240952437858057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-some-sleep-at-long-last.html' title='I got some sleep at long last'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-3348962937307782623</id><published>2007-09-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:26:38.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummies Yummy Scrummy Apple and Blackberry Crumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF2kiigTpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1yV2ia9LPbk/s1600-h/07-09-19_18-381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111997422161120914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF2kiigTpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1yV2ia9LPbk/s200/07-09-19_18-381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even though it rained and rained in the summer months, I did have a great one. Instead of going on holiday, my husband and I decided to spend it exploring the area we live in. We got to see a lot of places we never knew existed. My parents spent most of Summer and a bit of September in the UK . We had a lot of fun bowling,having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt;, a trip to the seaside, to name but a few and it was great having them close by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For me, yesterday was the first day of Autumn and farewell to Summer. It was so cold and I knew it was autumn when I noticed the trees leaves changing dramatically, Mum cooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; soup for lunch and we saw people out picking blackberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today I picked a few blackberries with my Mum and my kids and made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrummy&lt;/span&gt; apple and blackberry crumble. Now that my parents have left, Summer is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; over. I felt a bit sad, even had a few tears, but as soon as my husband and son returned from football we dived in to the Apple and Blackberry Crumble and I felt fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6793909596649842757-3348962937307782623?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3348962937307782623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3348962937307782623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3348962937307782623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3348962937307782623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/mummies-yummy-scrummy-apple-and.html' title='Mummies Yummy Scrummy Apple and Blackberry Crumble'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF2kiigTpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1yV2ia9LPbk/s72-c/07-09-19_18-381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-8348100874232338227</id><published>2007-09-19T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:46:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the positive side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvEX2CigToI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx_gD1D_faM/s1600-h/Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111893269204192898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvEX2CigToI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx_gD1D_faM/s320/Garden.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, I was going to write about Autumn and show you a few pictures I took yesterday but I am having a few techie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; with it. I feel a bit stressed because of it. Normally I am pretty chilled and calm and can figure things out, but today I have no patience at all. My parents always say at a time like this, "Look at the positive side". OK. I will not be returning to work after maternity leave. Why? because that involves working on a computer all day and right now the computer and I are not getting on. So there you have it. The positive side is...I will be spending the next year or so being a full time mum and lady of leisure. Isn't it great when things don't work out the way you planned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actually on a serious note, I have decided not to return to work. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; my career on hold for a few years so that I can focus on my kids. When I had my first child, I did return to work after 18 weeks of maternity leave. Times were different then. I really needed the promotion and the finance. Now extra money would be handy but my boys need me more. And although I have no interest in housework , I find being a full time mum has exciting challenges and far more rewards. So my objectives are: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sons are happy, healthy, and well educated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Husband is happy, healthy and wealthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am happy, healthy and totally sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Become a Domestic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Support my family and Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read Read Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Write Write Write more on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watch this space to see how I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-8348100874232338227?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8348100874232338227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=8348100874232338227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8348100874232338227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8348100874232338227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-at-positive-side.html' title='Looking at the positive side.'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvEX2CigToI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx_gD1D_faM/s72-c/Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-394767872960595548</id><published>2007-09-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:03:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Ru7MKTuV7rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KsMHCbpp7Dk/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111247104577498802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Ru7MKTuV7rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KsMHCbpp7Dk/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Butterflies&lt;/span&gt; and have done so all my life.  On a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;, I have come into close contact with them but a few days ago, one caught me by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;.  I went in to my shed to gather some peacock feathers and returned to the house.  Just as I reached the door I noticed this butterfly attached to one of the feathers.  At first glance I thought it was not real.  I sat down and watched with great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anticipation&lt;/span&gt;.  finally my new little friend opened his/her wings and took a walk around the table.  I was astonished.  It was as if it was taking its first walk and I felt like its mother watching every move.  My husband quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; the camera and we watched it for a few minutes more, recording its every move.  Finally it took the courage and flew up in to the air.  Fantastic.   &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/6793909596649842757-394767872960595548?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/394767872960595548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=394767872960595548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/394767872960595548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/394767872960595548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-friend.html' title='Little Friend'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/Ru7MKTuV7rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KsMHCbpp7Dk/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-8523510001948358327</id><published>2007-09-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:39:23.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>There are so many interesting and great books, movies, songs etc out there, but nothing moves me like Superman. I know, I know, I know. Honestly I feel pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to admit it, but its true. Last night and first thing this morning I watched Superman Returns again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I am filled with so much emotion! It really makes you think about deep stuff. Now I am sleep deprived, so possibly I can get away with it, but I do, I do, I do love Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, Here is what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the fact that it is so obvious that Clark Kent is Superman and everyone walks around like they don't see it!!!! I mean, that is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny in itself. I need a pair of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; glasses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; you see someone you want to avoid, just pop them on! you could really have some fun. Fantastic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; yes, the red pants. What is that all about? No one really bats an eye lid do they. I love that! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what I love the most of all is the feeling I get when he saves people. If only our world had a Superman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-8523510001948358327?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8523510001948358327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=8523510001948358327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8523510001948358327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/8523510001948358327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-are-so-many-interesting-and-great.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-5681569677382364257</id><published>2007-09-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:41:38.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomac, Paron, billar, Volvos, Dill, Tutti Futti,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF7WyigTqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gvc1YsnwvuQ/s1600-h/07-09-17_21-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112002683496058530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF7WyigTqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gvc1YsnwvuQ/s200/07-09-17_21-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since my Mother jetted off to Sweden, I have done nothing else but wish I was there too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sweden has always been my second home, and I miss my family dreadfully. Its been ages so I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;will have to go next year. In fact, I am going to look in to buying a summer house. Why not?&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/6793909596649842757-5681569677382364257?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5681569677382364257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=5681569677382364257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5681569677382364257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/5681569677382364257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/pomac-paron-billar-volvos-dill-tutti.html' title='Pomac, Paron, billar, Volvos, Dill, Tutti Futti,'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKUqWHu3bY0/RvF7WyigTqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gvc1YsnwvuQ/s72-c/07-09-17_21-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793909596649842757.post-3699604231427223971</id><published>2007-09-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:58:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God its Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I cant wait for the weekend! Going out with Calla tonight for a meal. Got a kids birthday party to go to on Saturday and a 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Sunday. Looking forward to it all.  Bring it on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-3699604231427223971?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3699604231427223971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3699604231427223971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3699604231427223971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3699604231427223971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God its Friday'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-3530406408100685797</id><published>2007-09-07T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:27:44.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissus, Hyacinthus and Tulipa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to say how much I adore Narcissus, Hyacinth and Tulipa.  When summer is over and all looks a bit bleak, I think of these and they cheer me up in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-3530406408100685797?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3530406408100685797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=3530406408100685797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3530406408100685797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/3530406408100685797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/narcissus-hyacinthus-and-tulipa.html' title='Narcissus, Hyacinthus and Tulipa'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-2135666110934389566</id><published>2007-09-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:00:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An anonymous thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do not follow where the path may lead.  Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh how cool.  I may just try that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-2135666110934389566?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2135666110934389566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=2135666110934389566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2135666110934389566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/2135666110934389566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/anonymous-thought.html' title='An anonymous thought'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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-6793909596649842757.post-7719323582762101237</id><published>2007-09-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:54:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TA DAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lets begin with the fact that I have no idea how to start this off, What to write, how often I am going to write, what my message is and what on earth I am doing. In fact I don't really know what all this Blog stuff is all about. I am not patient enough to wait and work out what I am going to do, I just want to get started so here it is... My Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793909596649842757-7719323582762101237?l=cookiebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7719323582762101237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793909596649842757&amp;postID=7719323582762101237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7719323582762101237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793909596649842757/posts/default/7719323582762101237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiebee.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-chapter.html' title='TA DAH'/><author><name>Emma Maj-Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885162385581413732</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></feed>
