<?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-31482546</id><updated>2011-08-01T04:59:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina's Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-1726828653588561112</id><published>2008-11-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:12:00.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That I Have Finished Uni for the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI1u-Hi1qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ledfsxu2BrM/s1600-h/bob+graham+finding+my+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265329995414427298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI1u-Hi1qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ledfsxu2BrM/s200/bob+graham+finding+my+story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am pondering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am now just so excited about tutoring since my sister and friend have set me up with wonderful new approaches to phonetic learning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am visiting my sisters more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am writing the Christmas lists and doing some online shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am paying my ebay's and receiving fun things in the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am reading great books and filling my mind with positivity!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am planning better for my Kids Hope times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am surprisingly less focussed on loosing weight than I need to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I am back onto Facebook, MySpace and Red Bubble...dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am making sure I read my homework for Small Group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I am sending thankyou letters after my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall...still pretty busy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&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/31482546-1726828653588561112?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1726828653588561112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=1726828653588561112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/1726828653588561112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/1726828653588561112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-i-have-finished-uni-for-year.html' title='Now That I Have Finished Uni for the Year'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI1u-Hi1qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ledfsxu2BrM/s72-c/bob+graham+finding+my+story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-117497316140168535</id><published>2007-03-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:26:01.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/1600/540572/Baby%20Shower%20(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/200/38201/Baby%20Shower%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/1600/168722/Baby%20Shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/200/303040/Baby%20Shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/1600/288717/Baby%20Shower%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/200/575929/Baby%20Shower%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago my fabulous friend Megs threw me a Baby Shower! I know I have said it before but this time I will try to put photos in for you to see. We played 'guess the baby photo' and 'ping the nappy on the baby' and we also had my friends write a little note for the baby onto a calico square which I will attempt to make into a quilt one day for our baby! I am so glad that the photo worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disapointed that some of my girlfriends didn't even reply with 'sorry I can't make it' but we had heaps of others, heaps of food and lots of laughs - the best was when my mum was taking a photo of Megan and I and we both went to kiss eachother on the cheek at the same time and nearly met on the lips! How hilarious! I was crying with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our second last antenatal class tonight. We have really had fun and learnt heaps. I am very grateful for Peter and hsi willingness to learn all of this preparation stuff together. He is already a fabulous dad. He has begun 'chatting' to our baby by getting right up close to my tummy and saying 'Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad..'. So beautiful and funny. That is the amazing man I married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get going and onto the cross trainer, I have found that it makes me more in control of my energy levels - and helps me sleep at night - also my little kicker is moving so much I need to rock him/her to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-117497316140168535?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/117497316140168535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=117497316140168535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117497316140168535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117497316140168535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-117497208772413628</id><published>2007-03-26T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:08:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug, Ladybug Where Have You Been?</title><content type='html'>The other evening Yo invited me to the Rhododendron Gardens to view an installation exhitibtion by a local artist.  She had been working with the Rhodo Society and the Gardens to create an exhibit that taught the 'Secrets of the Ladybug' - a reflection on the lives of women and their importance in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great.  We followed a pathway guided by rocks painted like ladybugs which led to a lawn of flapping flags - gorgeous colours and ribbons!  Spectacular.  We wove among the flags and read the wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking stock of life and truely listening to your spirit are things I am not great at but am learning along the way - this was an opportunity to reflect on the women in my life, be grateful and celebrate our differences.  Thanks God for allowing me to have truely powerful, gracious and hilarious women in my life from which I can learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-117497208772413628?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/117497208772413628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=117497208772413628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117497208772413628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117497208772413628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladybug-ladybug-where-have-you-been.html' title='Ladybug, Ladybug Where Have You Been?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-117434583012816565</id><published>2007-03-19T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:10:30.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That I Have Finished Work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I did try 3 times to put a picture here but it hasn't worked sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, thanks for visiting my blog and for the comments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished work now and am getting ready for the 'big day'.  The bags are at the door and yes, though a little early, we are ready for our baby to come...just one more thing to go...THE CAR!  We really need to detail our car and put in the car seat.  Now that Peter is back working in the city for a little while things will go on the back burner - patience patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wonderful, exciting and fabulous event happened the other day.  My friends Anna and Derrik in Adelaide gave birth to their 9.5 pound baby boy Cody Edward Ewer.  He was born at home with a midwife present after a long 36 hour labour.  Anna didn't need any 'synthetic' pain relief (wonder woman) and though requiring a few stitches, is perfectly healthy and so is bub.  I am so proud of them for choosing their method of delivery and sticking to it.  They are amazing people.  For me...NO WAY! Give me the hospital and the doctors/midwives/people who know more than me, and DRUGS!  He He He.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fabulous event was our Baby Shower!  Megs I know you will read this so THANK YOU AGAIN!  So many people have called me to say they had a great time and 'isn't that friend of yours, Megan, just wonderful and funny!'  I appreciate you so much!  I still don't know who some of the photos were of - preggo brain - but had a ball and am still eating left over scones, trifle and lollies.  Just the thing for bubby.  Makes them happy I hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading the fantastic book by the fire that Jeanette gave Peter for the Baby Shower.  I plan to get it for another friend who is expecting...the husband that is...for his birthday....keep it a secret please...I can't stop laughing and am compelled to read about the adventures of impending fatherhood of an Aussie guy who has been through it all- three times!  SO GOOD!  Peter might get around to reading it someday! If he can get it from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the barefoot, pregnant woman thing I've got happening at the moment...great to be home relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-117434583012816565?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/117434583012816565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=117434583012816565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117434583012816565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117434583012816565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-that-i-have-finished-work.html' title='Now That I Have Finished Work...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-117339786404083581</id><published>2007-03-08T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:51:04.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe My BUMP Is This BIG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/1600/807118/30%20Weeks%20Bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7096/3408/320/169042/30%20Weeks%20Bump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again! I can't actually believe how long it has taken me to write in my blog! Sorry to all of those who have waited patiently for me to actually do it...Megs, Bruce and Graeme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a little distracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teaching Rounds - I have just completed the first stage of teaching rounds at Selby Primary School with Grade 2. My supervising teacher was fabulous, the students were delightful and though sometimes I got really tired, this was by far my favourite set of rounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Working Nearly Full Time - yes, still at the Bookshop until I feel I can't cope any more (like maybe last week..). They have already thrown me a goodbye party in case I just stop turning up! So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Being Pregngnt -  well, I guess you can see for yourself just how a large bump out the front could possibly distract.  I actually think it distracts other more than me because other people STARE at me...Perhaps it's how I am carrying low, or maybe that my top here looks like a beach ball...  oh well.  We are all doing really well.  Peter is so excited and just yesterday began chanting 'Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad' to the baby.  We are such a team!  Bubby's room is ready, and we have the car seat, pram etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been going to antenatal classes which have been hysterical...the instructor, Chris, actually brought out a knitted uterus like from Kaz Cooke's 'Up The Duff'.  I almost fell off my chair!  There are people I know at the same class - a chef I used to work for and his partner.  It's nice to see a familiar face.  Otherwise it's a great night out, we get tired but are certainly now aware of many more options for our labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What's Going On Around Me - Peter's grandpa is really not good.  He is still in Rehab after numerous falls, pneumonia bouts and general old age things happening.  He will most certainly go into a nursing home or hostel.  I really pray that he and Nana get a chance to have quality time together before he goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's basically what's been happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat again soon,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-117339786404083581?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/117339786404083581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=117339786404083581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117339786404083581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/117339786404083581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-believe-my-bump-is-this-big.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe My BUMP Is This BIG!!!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-116354699931859312</id><published>2006-11-14T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:29:59.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok, Ok I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>You'd think that with as much time on my hand as I have, I'd be regularly updating my Blog....well due to the demand, I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news really...WRONG!!  PETER AND I ARE HAVING A BABY!!!!!  We are due 3rd May 2007, our little one is 15 weeks and 6 days old, currently growing funny hair all over it's body and little toenails.  We are completely excited, have layby'd a pram and carseat!!  We have so much baby clothing handed down from friends that I can't wait till friends get pregnant so I can share it all - it is mostly girl stuff though and we aren't going to find out what we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had heaps of trouble trying to put up the photo of the ultrasound (which went really well), I'll ask Megs for help later.  And other than a blocked nose occasionally, a few vomit attacks and and the need for maternity trousers, I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it's snowing right now in the Hills, freezing and I'm not looking forward to driving down the hill in the hail/snow/sleet/whatever.  A Nora Jones song comes to mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is also pregnant (two weeks less than me), my cousin (6 weeks ahead of me), my friend (9 weeks ahead of me), another friend (8 months and 2 weeks pregnant) and it goes on and on.....The government better get their money ready to hand out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, had a great time with a large reptile the other day, not to metion the trainer!!!  Sounds naughty but really fun - Graeme, loved the photo and wasn't the skin of the crocodile smoothe Megs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that Bruce and Jac are having a ball, have had no contact so if you are reading Bruce...howdy from OZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get ready for shopping, see you soon Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-116354699931859312?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/116354699931859312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=116354699931859312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/116354699931859312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/116354699931859312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-ok-ok-im-back.html' title='Ok, Ok, Ok I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115949558527591593</id><published>2006-09-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:06:25.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oprah Ah Ha Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to log in and tell you about an interesting moment I just had.  A good friend of Peter &amp; I drove past me while I was on a walk and then stopped, reversed down the road (Mt Dandy Tourist Road!!!) and picked me up.  We started chatting about normal stuff and then he stayed in my driveway for about 1/2 an hour just for company.  This friend lost his brother in a motorbike accident a few years ago and is still reeling from the loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to listen as he shared his anger, sadness and remembrance of funny things his brother did.  Then he said that 'he had it coming'.  What a difficult thing to hear.  A 20 something year old guy with a great life - taking too many risks and riding his motorbike into a tree - dying on impact.  This brother carried the coffin on his ute to the burial and cried more than I have seen a man cry before.  He really is a sensitive person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to be God's ears at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have ever lost a sibling, friend or someone close to you.  I havn't really.  I just want  you to know that I will never say 'I understand' or 'it must be so hard' - because I really don't know what you are going through.  I didn't know what this guy was going through.  But God does and he listened through me when my friend's hurt heart was speaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my friend a hug and he said 'that's the best hug I have had in ages'.  Little did he know that it was God's arms wrapped around him and understanding where I didn't and couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded today that people everywhere have hidden pain.  They close themselves off from the world and don't allow others in.  It is our job to be God's ears, arms and hands when they need to speak, a hug or help.  This was my Ah Ha moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115949558527591593?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115949558527591593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115949558527591593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115949558527591593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115949558527591593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/oprah-ah-ha-moment.html' title='An Oprah Ah Ha Moment...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115916098628472528</id><published>2006-09-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:09:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's and Bugs in Wood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Bugs%20in%20the%20Wood%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/Bugs%20in%20the%20Wood%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love this photo of the bugs on our wood pile outside.&lt;/span&gt;  Makes me think of how creative God is!  I really am amazed at the beauty of this world.  And I have a wonderful home.  From inside when I look out any window in my house I can see trees, flowers and not many buildings.  We have scary days when the big gum trees bend and sway in the wind - it was very bad a few nights ago!  Thought one would come crashing through the window!  At other times it is majestic watching the mist and cloud lift and reveal the most beautiful colours in the trunks of the trees.  WE are so blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about how imperfect humans are by comparison.  We get pimples and bad hair days, want to get rid of hair or grow more of it (Andrew!). We doubt ourselves and forget how precious we are.  Look at these little beetles...how amazing and yet fragile.   God put so much effort into these little creatures and yet hardly anyone would get to see them or appreciate their beauty.  Then look at humanity.  Really we are amazing.  The ability to love, be loved in return - way more intricate a design than these beetles...Just something I have been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked back at my blogs and thought about what I have written that really matters.  I suppose that this is an opportunity to talk about serious, funny and strange things.  The thing that stood out the most was...BAD SPELLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever published a blog that you haven't proof read?&lt;/span&gt; Well I just did and the spelling is terrible! Sorry to all my readers who have to put up with my tired brain and typing fingers from writing lots of essays about music history, middle years literacy and social education units of work for children with special needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there is more to life than to worry about splleing!!!  (on purpose for you who doubt! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for forgiving me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115916098628472528?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115916098628472528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115916098628472528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115916098628472528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115916098628472528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/abcs-and-bugs-in-wood.html' title='ABC&apos;s and Bugs in Wood.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115915985322252432</id><published>2006-09-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:50:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Megs &amp; Bruce...</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by the beautiful Megan and I really owe it to myself and Megs and Bruce to begin blogging again - after a long siesta (is that how you spell it?)!  So here goes...thought I would follow the same format as you Megs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;/span&gt; 28 (29 on the 19th October - think I might have an "I'm not 30 yet party")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. How many kids do you have if any?&lt;/span&gt; None at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Are you married, single, divorced, widow?&lt;/span&gt; Married, to Peter for 4 years in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. What is your occupation?&lt;/span&gt; I am currently a student at Deakin, studying a Bachelor of Education (Primary) with hopes to do a Masters in Special Education later on.  I am working at Vermont South Primary School now - as an SSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. What are your passions?&lt;/span&gt; God, Peter, my family, friends, reading and encouraging people to be all they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Are you a dreamer or a dream seeker?&lt;/span&gt; I am definitely a dreamer.  Oftern people say that I should jsut get out there and DO things, but I find myself dreaming of endless posibilities.  You can become stuck being a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. Are you happy with the way you life has turned out?&lt;/span&gt; I am completely blessed in life.  I am so proud that I went back to uni as a mature age student - even when it's hard to balance everything.  I have amazing friends who love me and Peter is my best ever friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. Are you a scrapper and if so how many hours a week do you scrap?&lt;/span&gt; A scrapper? It would be cheating to call the 5 pages I have ever done in my life 'scrapbooking' because they don't make up a whole book!  he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt; Have children, see my family saved and worshipping, visit my sister in England, properly learn the piano and sell a painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. What is your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; Bircher muesli with Jalna yoghurt and chopped up pears, banana and dried apricots - my breakfast every morning (well, on the days I spash out and buy banabas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;11. What is the food you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt; Hot pineapple - don't you realise that it is a tropical fruit People (?) and shouldn't go anywhere near pizza or tuna dishes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt; Running away from boys inthe street because I was wearing toggs (swimmers, bathers etc..) and tripping over a rock and smashing my face against the concrete step at home...no pretty photos from that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;13. What is the happiest day of your life thus far?&lt;/span&gt; Peter proposing to me...we both looked terrible and he was about to go and fight bush fires in NSW but I can't remember ever feeling so loved and blessed by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;14. Are you a neat freak? Or a dirty house cleaner?&lt;/span&gt;  This will tell you a lot about me.  I am untidy - not dirty, but go on cleaning frenzies at times to 'order my world'.  I feel better when things 'look' good at home and get house proud occasionally... I think it is mainly about procrastinating though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that I am grateful for today:&lt;br /&gt;1.  A poppy just about to open up in the garden at my front door.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wonderful news about my sister in England - another baby in the family.&lt;br /&gt;3.  School holidays.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Great friends who challenge me to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Finishing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115915985322252432?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115915985322252432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115915985322252432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115915985322252432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115915985322252432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-megs-bruce.html' title='For Megs &amp; Bruce...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115597666085113942</id><published>2006-08-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:37:40.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having the time of my life...</title><content type='html'>Well, you want to know how it's going?  FANTASTIC!!!!  I am still overwhelmed but the highs make up for the lows and there are a lot of them.  I have connected with my teacher and the students and feel a part of the grade.  I have quite a few lessons planned for next week, the important things are making them appropriate for the level of the kids which varies so completely.  7 and 8 year olds have enough going on in their lives without an intellectual disability or Austism Spectrum Disorder or PDD or both or all.  You can imagine the disruptions to class, the importance of social education and behavioural strategies.  I am very well supported by my teacher - she has given me heaps of reading on ASD and from the research it seems that everyone is on the spectrum somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put a picture of one of the children's writing but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of to a trivia night at the Salvos, should be fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115597666085113942?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115597666085113942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115597666085113942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115597666085113942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115597666085113942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-having-time-of-my-life.html' title='I am having the time of my life...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115563918730316029</id><published>2006-08-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:53:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont South Special School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Front_of_school2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/Front_of_school2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/vs_logo[1].png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived my first day! I am so completely overwhelmed and excited at the same time! Vermont South is a fantastically resourced, wonderfully staffed beautiful space for children with special needs. I have learned more than my mind can cope with and I've only been there 2 days! I have sat in on P.E, Art, Relaxation, Numeracy, Literacy and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on an excursion to Clayton to an adventure playground (outdoor) that was especially geared for children with special needs. I loved it! The swings were so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not able to take photos or really talk about the kids, they are so beautiful.  Looking at their eyes you see so much - a person with a disability is just a treasure hidden in a body or mind that doesn't work the same way as me.  I am getting used to using my voice more effectively - changing pitch and using rhythm to best advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very special moment was Relaxation.  The students came in from play (it was a very crazy footy day) we took off their shoes and socks, then washed their hands and feet in a bath of lavender warm water while soft music played.  The children then took their own pillow and blanket and lay on the floor in their own quiet space, relaxing for a while.  In the dim light we gave them hand massages to relax their oeverstimulated, rigid and tired hands.  It was a spitiual/biblical moment for me and I fought to hold back tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you more as my rounds progress but for now I am so blessed to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115563918730316029?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115563918730316029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115563918730316029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115563918730316029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115563918730316029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/vermont-south-special-school.html' title='Vermont South Special School'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115536329865349500</id><published>2006-08-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:14:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/card%20from%20Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/card%20from%20Megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there. I am very overwhelmed at the moment. I am about to start teaching rounds at Vermont South Special School where I will undertake 3 weeks of supported teaching in a classroom of 8, 7-8 year old boys. They have learning difficulties and disabilities ranging from ADHD to Autism. I don't fully understand either. I know it will be of great significance in both my personal and professional life - and that I will learn a great deal - but I am nervous that I will not cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is quite changed from when Peter's grandfather John Sharp was the first principal. His strategies for whole person learning still remain but the grounds are far improved and facilities extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through all the cards and letters from my friend Megs and found this one.  She sent it to me at a tricky time in my life.  It still rings true - it can't rain all the time.  On the other side is a great Bible verse from Matthew about ensuring that your house is built on rock so that when waters come your way the foundations will remain secure.  I know that my house is built on a rock.  Thanks for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a lot of preparation to do before Monday - better get to it.  I think it will be interesting to look back on blogs like this from the future and see how I actually went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Am Grateful For Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching up with old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fantastic new garage door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum &amp; Dad who visit for lunch on Saturdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the tiny, shiny sparkles on leaves after rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my beautiful husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115536329865349500?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115536329865349500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115536329865349500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115536329865349500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115536329865349500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115528682812289445</id><published>2006-08-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:00:28.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Salvo%204WD%20Trip.Bruce"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/Salvo%204WD%20Trip.Bruce%27s%2030th%20098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Bruce - complaining that I hadn't made a connection for some time! just thought you would like this photo of you, one of my great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love watching you play basketball, love this wig and am so grateful for you and Jackie in our lives. Just stop whinging that I havn't updated my blog - I have more photos worse than this!!!He He He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love heaps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115528682812289445?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115528682812289445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115528682812289445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115528682812289445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115528682812289445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-for-you-bruce-complaining-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115476197792112436</id><published>2006-08-05T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:12:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/logo-789984[1].png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/logo-789984%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have joined a basketball team and mynumber is 8! I am so excited. It is week three and I have played 2 games. Very sick for the 3rd - also a late game I am sorry I missed - even sorrier because we WON!!! I am so proud of the girls. It is also great to be running around and getting fitter (the singlets are not a good look!) and laughing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115476197792112436?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115476197792112436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115476197792112436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115476197792112436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115476197792112436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/number-8.html' title='Number 8'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115476086496138379</id><published>2006-08-04T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:54:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being An Artist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/ACV305%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/ACV305%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's interesting what people think of your art. I have one piece at the moment on a wall in our house that some say is a man fishing, others a dry and barren coastline in South Australia, another a strange cow with a sad red eye. I guess you have to see it to understand!! Anyway, I feel a bit strange being called an artist. I think it actually has something to do with how you view the world. When you look outside do you see colour, shape, tone, that potential canvas? I do. I am forever looking for angles to study and draw. The only thing is allowing myself the time and allocating the energy to actually drw and paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the opportunities I'm having at uni. I am meeting brilliant people, learning heaps and growing within myself. This semester we are journalling a final destination of a journey we described in paint in semester 1. I am trying to describe my home. Trying pitifully at the moment though! I can't wait to see what my brushes come up with in the end - they seem to have a mind of their own! I'll show you when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the destination....here are a few sketches...What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/ACV308%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/ACV308%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115476086496138379?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115476086496138379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115476086496138379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115476086496138379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115476086496138379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-artist.html' title='Being An Artist.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115467402600397231</id><published>2006-08-03T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:47:06.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle While I Work</title><content type='html'>I have never really considered the impact a happy workplace has on me.  But today is a great example of feeling good.  Everyone around me happy, sun streaming in through the windows and happy customers.  I am in a new position with greater responsibility and greater pay.  Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I shall stay here as long as they will have me while I am studying...and then when I'm teaching I will have the links to come and browse through great books every so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people I work with - Amelia and her romantic adventure to Queensland this weekend, Tim with his amazing stories and smiley dimples,  Freya and her fabulous name and the rest!!!  I think this workplace has certainly had an impact on me and my faith, been a challenge to my strength of character and bodily strength as well as having changed my reading pattern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go, I am supposed to be working now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115467402600397231?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115467402600397231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115467402600397231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115467402600397231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115467402600397231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/whistle-while-i-work.html' title='Whistle While I Work'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115431595721764907</id><published>2006-07-30T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:19:17.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of July 2006..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/IMG_0928.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/IMG_0928.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe it's the last day in July. I passed a remark to P the other day saying that we are now on the downhill slide to Christmas. I have decided to think differently now. We are always on the gracefilled journey to eternity. Jeff Lucas told me this morning to take one day at a time - never rush life - don't worry about tomorrow and trust God for the future. How much I needed to hear those words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo of my beautiful new daphne plant last year on the first day of Spring. It has now grown so much that it is producing flowers - oh how I waited for this! I love the scent of beautiful daphne in a garden and promised myself that I would have one in my own garden when I was older. These little moments of beauty must be treasured. I waited and didn't worry - I trusted that in time the plant would grow and produce flowers. Aren't we all waiting to become a beauty and forgetting that the inner transformation is occurring in our hearts each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my little moment of introspection. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115431595721764907?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115431595721764907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115431595721764907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115431595721764907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115431595721764907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-july-2006.html' title='The Last Day of July 2006..'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115399363191449853</id><published>2006-07-27T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:47:11.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Friend Megan Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Haircut[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/Haircut%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Haircut[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/2280/1600/Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. Sad that there again is war in the Middle East. Sad that the world is not at peace. Sad that innocent people are dying - women, children, the elderly, are dying because of where they live. On Ch 9 news last night, they showed a reporter come very close to the bombings and he ran and took shelter in an aged care home. The look on the faces of those elderly residents moved me to cry for them. The confusion, desperation and fear in their eyes. These people who have lived long lives and just want to see there last few years out peacefully. They were to old, to fragile, to be evacuated, so they wait. Wait for the end - whatever that may be - death, peace, ceasefire. Who knows? Their world has been destroyed. I feel so removed from all this turmoil, on the other side of the world. I'm in my own little world here, safe and secure. It doesn't really affect me at all. But it should. And it has. I will not stop turning off the news because there are those who are living this news first hand. I will not stop praying that peace will come to the Middle East and the freedom and love will ultimately win over. How grateful I am to live in such a blessed country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response (Marina)&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely agree with this Megs. I have been listening to 774 ABC to and from uni and work each day. Each morning I am moved to tears over all of this fighting. I saw an image in the Age which completely astounded me - that of a small girl drawing on a warhead. She drew messages of hatred for her enemy and pride in her 'side' of the war. For these children they know of only war and bombs. At uni I am learning how to get students interested in maths..how for apart can the worlds be? I pray for the children - that they may see peace and know kindness in their lives. You are an amazing person who doesn't let life simply pass you by, always remember that you have people who are also grateful for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115399363191449853?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115399363191449853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115399363191449853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399363191449853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399363191449853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-amazing-friend-megan-says.html' title='My Amazing Friend Megan Says...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115399200980884140</id><published>2006-07-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:49:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/1600/Jenelle%20&amp;%20Mark%20in%20Australia%202006%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7096/3408/320/Jenelle%20%26%20Mark%20in%20Australia%202006%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to add photos tonight. I have tried this before and it hasn't worked. Oh well - technology has never been my thing...hang on here it is! My two beautiful boys!! My Peter &amp;amp; my nephew Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies..waiting for photos to upload or is it download...who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard a very interesting piece of information. Aparantly Mozart composed 'Twinkle, twinkle little star' at the age of 15. Does anyone know if that is a fact - I heard it on good authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I have heard that 'The Screwtape Letters' is just as good as 'The Taming of the Shrew'. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115399200980884140?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115399200980884140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115399200980884140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399200980884140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399200980884140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-precious.html' title='Just Precious'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115399047327045860</id><published>2006-07-27T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:54:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Too Late to Make New Friends...Just Don't Forget the Old Ones!</title><content type='html'>Today I made a new friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Naomi (funny the same name as my sister) and she is amazing.  She is in her third year of Primary Teaching studies like me but is returning to study after a time of deferrment for getting married and travelling to Africa.  Conversation flowed so freely we both commented on how it felt we had been friends for years.  I have spent one day walking across Deakin and sitting in a cafe having lunch with just the sort of person to lift you on a difficult day and listen when you are a bit down.  You know when you meet someone who reminds you of yourself a few years ago and is struggling with the same things - well here she is!  I felt like a big sister, friend and confidant all rolled into one.  She grew up in 'the church'.  I don't know where her faith lies now but she said she was drawn to me...just exactly what that means, I don't know.  There are a lot of I don't know's...but I am willing to see just where God leads this friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is also a teacher, and sounds just like Peter - kind, generous with time and funny.  Can't wait to meet him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, isn't it amazing how a day that started out fairly sad can end very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside - on the way home today from uni I called my best friend.  She was there exactly where and when I needed some important chocolate advice...you know who you are - I love you heaps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for an amazing day God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115399047327045860?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115399047327045860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115399047327045860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399047327045860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115399047327045860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-never-too-late-to-make-new.html' title='It&apos;s Never Too Late to Make New Friends...Just Don&apos;t Forget the Old Ones!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115364218938648851</id><published>2006-07-23T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:09:49.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Most Grateful</title><content type='html'>You know it's not everyday you find a friend who cares enough to update your blog!  Megs, you know I love these photos of Peter &amp; I at Bruce's party and had a ball dressing up - plus it seems that P's hair has recovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired still after a Sunday afternoon snooze on the couch as the dreary rain and hail made it's presence known on our tin roof.  Reminds me of Nora Jones...The fire crackling away - a perfect time to contemplate life and art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have almost defined my concept for Visual Art studies this semester.  The imagined destination for me is the actual location of my home.  As Gaston Bachelard says in 'The Poetics of Space': "Memories are motionless, and the more securely they are fixed in space, the sounder they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should take a few photos of my paintings and put them on here...just so you all can see what I spend my 'free' time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115364218938648851?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115364218938648851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115364218938648851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115364218938648851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115364218938648851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-most-grateful.html' title='I&apos;m Most Grateful'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115357554672757963</id><published>2006-07-22T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:45:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're sitting on my couch...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I am getting used to the technical world. Hello to all those (how presumptuous) people reading this and being very proud of me. You must know me well. At the moment my fingers are recovering from all the suds in the kitchen sink...we just celebrated Christmas in July Olinda style. This means of course it was a real Christmas - freezing weather and a hot roaring fire in the background. Graeme brought the decorations, Megs brought the great food and Peter swung from a tree assembling the fairy lights. How beautiful. We ate till too full, drank yummy punch and laughed under the Christmas tree watching the sparkley lights. I won't forget tonight and all the fun. P, G and M are now sitting on my couch after teaching me how to upload, download, html, etc - but I still don't know really what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get into a cosy bed and snooze for a whole night - any spelling mistakes please excuse and pray for a great sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk again soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115357554672757963?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115357554672757963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115357554672757963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115357554672757963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115357554672757963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/theyre-sitting-on-my-couch.html' title='They&apos;re sitting on my couch...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482546.post-115353871246032191</id><published>2006-07-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:25:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>I am so grateful for the opportunity to think, write and actually respond to life in this space.  Often I find I am incessantly chatting to friends and family about issues I don't understand and things I dond know about.  I want to stop that and become more real...this is where it shall begin.  So hold on, it will be an interesting ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31482546-115353871246032191?l=marinaspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/feeds/115353871246032191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31482546&amp;postID=115353871246032191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115353871246032191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31482546/posts/default/115353871246032191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-there-bloggers.html' title='Hey there Bloggers!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856145406852357723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvxZx3q-D2k/SRI3NQXlFmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-ATnqAY1VU8/S220/IMG_3934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
