tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198213892011-06-23T14:02:19.844+10:00Claire DeBats. The life and/or times thereof.claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-44550870340395718222008-02-05T15:37:00.001+10:002008-02-05T18:04:49.413+10:00yes, yes, i know i have been away a *tad* longer than i planned on being away. you see, it's just that my new e-love, facebook, is ever-so-demanding of my e-time, and it's so much more reciprocal than this quasi-journal.<br /><br /><div></div><div>i was thinking i might just start back in like i'd never left off, but that wouldn't fit my (slightly rigid) appreciation of continuous timeslines, so i shall summarise as follows.<br /></div><div>there have been parties. lots of them. fun ones.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4CUqwmYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6rvLcTdvpSU/s1600-h/n570792535_408924_3589.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163368216595044738" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4CUqwmYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6rvLcTdvpSU/s320/n570792535_408924_3589.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gF2Eqwm6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZVoepqxD9eo/s1600-h/n570792535_408940_8613.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383399304436642" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gF2Eqwm6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZVoepqxD9eo/s320/n570792535_408940_8613.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8JkqwmbI/AAAAAAAAA54/IHFE1RwV8Ho/s1600-h/n570792535_468569_2646.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372739195607474" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8JkqwmbI/AAAAAAAAA54/IHFE1RwV8Ho/s320/n570792535_468569_2646.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4BkqwmUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/nnpsJUfL7cc/s1600-h/n570792535_165160_30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163368203710142786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4BkqwmUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/nnpsJUfL7cc/s320/n570792535_165160_30.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4B0qwmVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/02WWPZhg6oo/s1600-h/n570792535_192213_6641.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163368208005110098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4B0qwmVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/02WWPZhg6oo/s320/n570792535_192213_6641.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4B0qwmWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/0uaxH1tgYUs/s1600-h/n570792535_315382_8751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163368208005110114" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4B0qwmWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/0uaxH1tgYUs/s320/n570792535_315382_8751.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4CEqwmXI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/matMhbUx4Is/s1600-h/n570792535_315383_9014.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />some were so good, sam forgot how to show how hardcore she is ;-) </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4CEqwmXI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/matMhbUx4Is/s1600-h/n570792535_315383_9014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163368212300077426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4CEqwmXI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/matMhbUx4Is/s320/n570792535_315383_9014.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f4B0qwmWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/0uaxH1tgYUs/s1600-h/n570792535_315382_8751.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>my biggest thrill was rich's extra leave, which we used to travel to and around beeeauuutiful northern queensland.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFnEqwm4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/NyD9w96F_K0/s1600-h/n570792535_279423_4372.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383141606398850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFnEqwm4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/NyD9w96F_K0/s320/n570792535_279423_4372.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s1600-h/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8L0qwmdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/G5Zrs3es25w/s1600-h/n570792535_275313_9355.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFnUqwm5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xr0l35XAIik/s1600-h/n570792535_279427_5758.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383145901366162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFnUqwm5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xr0l35XAIik/s320/n570792535_279427_5758.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s1600-h/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFm0qwm3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wW6Xgk2NvT0/s1600-h/n570792535_279399_6297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383137311431538" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFm0qwm3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wW6Xgk2NvT0/s320/n570792535_279399_6297.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFmkqwm2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p-zGdDUVrFc/s1600-h/n570792535_279356_669.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383133016464226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gFmkqwm2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p-zGdDUVrFc/s320/n570792535_279356_669.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s1600-h/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gF2Eqwm7I/AAAAAAAAA94/bnXUxoQvya8/s1600-h/n570792535_279455_4169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163383399304436658" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gF2Eqwm7I/AAAAAAAAA94/bnXUxoQvya8/s320/n570792535_279455_4169.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8MUqwmfI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Mf8eZ5c7wTk/s1600-h/n570792535_279344_6446.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372786440247794" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8MUqwmfI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Mf8eZ5c7wTk/s320/n570792535_279344_6446.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i am proud to say that, under my careful instruction:<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8L0qwmdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/G5Zrs3es25w/s1600-h/n570792535_275313_9355.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372777850313170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8L0qwmdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/G5Zrs3es25w/s320/n570792535_275313_9355.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s1600-h/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8MUqwmeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nXcl0263AFQ/s1600-h/n570792535_279329_1344.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372786440247778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8MUqwmeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nXcl0263AFQ/s320/n570792535_279329_1344.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i managed to do the unthinkable, and turn him into a bogan!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s1600-h/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372743490574786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8J0qwmcI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-_L9ItNAIdE/s320/n570792535_275292_4033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f8MUqwmfI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Mf8eZ5c7wTk/s1600-h/n570792535_279344_6446.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...now how do i change him back? ;-)<br /><br /><br />there was the school 10-year reunion which i considered avoiding... 10 years is a terribly long time after all, to look back and think .. "how can i still not know what 8 x 7 is?"<br />i am glad i went in the end, it was fun to catch up with all the old gals, and remember that i have AWESOME taste in friends ;-) <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBUkqwmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/aqq1Hi2As4o/s1600-h/n570792535_296965_9968.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378425732307698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBUkqwmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/aqq1Hi2As4o/s320/n570792535_296965_9968.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i hadn't aged at all since walford days.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBUkqwmwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tcND-CGZ2ZY/s1600-h/n570792535_296969_1340.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378425732307714" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBUkqwmwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tcND-CGZ2ZY/s320/n570792535_296969_1340.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then it was back to work and the ever-warmer weather. being in brisbane, where life is lived outside, this meant sun-filled gatherings.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9e0qwmkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ZdHFJFV5Xkw/s1600-h/n570792535_369029_7551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163374203779455554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9e0qwmkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ZdHFJFV5Xkw/s320/n570792535_369029_7551.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/F9LN2s3gMRs/s1600-h/n570792535_369044_1599.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375015528274530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/F9LN2s3gMRs/s320/n570792535_369044_1599.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/d4NAT8iRisY/s1600-h/n570792535_369039_259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375015528274514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/d4NAT8iRisY/s320/n570792535_369039_259.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9e0qwmjI/AAAAAAAAA64/pNeGOBXOOs4/s1600-h/n570792535_369027_7049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163374203779455538" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9e0qwmjI/AAAAAAAAA64/pNeGOBXOOs4/s320/n570792535_369027_7049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9ekqwmiI/AAAAAAAAA6w/YTlxTVYCCBs/s1600-h/n570792535_368432_8830.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163374199484488226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9ekqwmiI/AAAAAAAAA6w/YTlxTVYCCBs/s320/n570792535_368432_8830.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9eUqwmgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/JvHZWrro1Xw/s1600-h/n570792535_368421_6231.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163374195189520898" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9eUqwmgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/JvHZWrro1Xw/s320/n570792535_368421_6231.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9ekqwmhI/AAAAAAAAA6o/jCr0vKhNxZ8/s1600-h/n570792535_368425_7093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163374199484488210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f9ekqwmhI/AAAAAAAAA6o/jCr0vKhNxZ8/s320/n570792535_368425_7093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p>and just to keep us on our toes, there were also hikes to be had in the glasshouse mountains, and fraser island to be explored over a delicious 5 day 'weekend' ;-)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBhUqwm0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/JmY_JDewUf0/s1600-h/n570792535_613732_7127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378644775639874" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBhUqwm0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/JmY_JDewUf0/s320/n570792535_613732_7127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>the fraser crew<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAxkqwmrI/AAAAAAAAA74/p5sGvXGpFkQ/s1600-h/n570792535_458382_1819.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163377824436886194" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAxkqwmrI/AAAAAAAAA74/p5sGvXGpFkQ/s320/n570792535_458382_1819.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FH8Fee7UMrU/s1600-h/n570792535_455403_1429.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBUkqwmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/aqq1Hi2As4o/s1600-h/n570792535_296965_9968.jpg"></a></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br />champagne pools<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-QUqwmpI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5e3FtG1FjX0/s1600-h/n570792535_455430_7793.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375054182980242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-QUqwmpI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5e3FtG1FjX0/s320/n570792535_455430_7793.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />kat surveying indian heads<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OUqwmoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/jfuO8902F7M/s1600-h/n570792535_455414_3903.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375019823241858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OUqwmoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/jfuO8902F7M/s320/n570792535_455414_3903.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>my foot [hearts] lake mckenzie<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FH8Fee7UMrU/s1600-h/n570792535_455403_1429.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375015528274546" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6f-OEqwmnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FH8Fee7UMrU/s320/n570792535_455403_1429.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAxkqwmqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/tUGuLGu9Zm0/s1600-h/n570792535_458352_1865.jpg"></a> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAxkqwmqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/tUGuLGu9Zm0/s1600-h/n570792535_458352_1865.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163377824436886178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAxkqwmqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/tUGuLGu9Zm0/s320/n570792535_458352_1865.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>ely creek<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAx0qwmsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Tp5s9FHg7z0/s1600-h/n570792535_458403_8902.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163377828731853506" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAx0qwmsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Tp5s9FHg7z0/s320/n570792535_458403_8902.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>it was a great trip. fraser has the most diverse (and beautiful surrounds) of any place i've seen in australia. </p><p>but then, i decided to quit my job and move state. BAM. crazy? like a FOX. but there would always be time for one more island trip. this one was with IMB crew, and it was to straddie island.</p><p> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBU0qwmyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/zKwVukuEmas/s1600-h/n570792535_500009_2317.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378430027275042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBU0qwmyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/zKwVukuEmas/s320/n570792535_500009_2317.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />representin' gunning, straddie siiide<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBU0qwmxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/eYfNzzWmD9w/s1600-h/n570792535_499998_9032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378430027275026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBU0qwmxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/eYfNzzWmD9w/s320/n570792535_499998_9032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAx0qwmtI/AAAAAAAAA8I/N6qNJqpWMzQ/s1600-h/n570792535_499994_7822.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163377828731853522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gAx0qwmtI/AAAAAAAAA8I/N6qNJqpWMzQ/s320/n570792535_499994_7822.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBVEqwmzI/AAAAAAAAA84/PmZLbBbUXW4/s1600-h/n570792535_500022_6449.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163378434322242354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/R6gBVEqwmzI/AAAAAAAAA84/PmZLbBbUXW4/s320/n570792535_500022_6449.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />too-roo, brissie!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-4455087034039571822?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-15238319281219937382007-08-05T17:17:00.000+10:002007-08-05T17:26:10.843+10:00g'day y'all, i'm on holidays for a few weeks, but when i get back, this space will be full of colourful pics :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-1523831928121993738?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-64079417688472165592007-07-16T21:38:00.000+10:002007-07-18T07:35:08.625+10:00once again it seems to be party time.<br />first up it was ames' birthday, for which we went to an excellent restaurant. it's who's birthday? ammmmmyyyyy's!:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJv3lZwdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0rVj1sW4Kmk/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJv3lZwdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0rVj1sW4Kmk/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087389447047725522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the birthday girl<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwHlZwfI/AAAAAAAAArA/VJKDABV6Fl0/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwHlZwfI/AAAAAAAAArA/VJKDABV6Fl0/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087389451342692850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHcHlZwcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/C_DaPjVvhhI/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHcHlZwcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/C_DaPjVvhhI/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087386908722053570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />after dinner we headed round to the alibi room, where they stock board games. operation was unfortunately out of batteries, and probably wouldn't have been the best choice after a fair few dinner drinks, so it was time for a bit o' pictionary. this is where we met tree. he's a dirty, dirty boy, and managed to make every word about something dodgy. but then again, sam wasn't the most pure either - a *wizard's sleeve* sam?? honestly.<br /><br />yes, be ashamed girl!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJv3lZweI/AAAAAAAAAq4/U2sUjBJY8lo/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJv3lZweI/AAAAAAAAAq4/U2sUjBJY8lo/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087389447047725538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />at least it wasn't the 'klansman' that tree accused her of drawing ;-) this is tree on the left of the pic. he looks suitably shifty here!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwHlZwgI/AAAAAAAAArI/-_83Z42O7z4/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwHlZwgI/AAAAAAAAArI/-_83Z42O7z4/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087389451342692866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />johnny english's birthday was next. it was a fun night with a few noticable gaffes, sam asking "who IS jonathan??" and an unfortunate comment by one of jon's friends who we met on the night regarding his attitude towards ladies of the night. better people than us would have let it slide, but we never really said we were good people... :-) it was also exciting in that i met ashley, who studied biotech at flinders uni as well. i was in the middle of saying that her name didn't sound familiar until suddenly i realised (and shouted) "you're GIRL ashley!" which was probably self-evident to everyone else there, but was the way we referred to her all through uni (in our defence, there was also a boy ashley, and our system avoided a lot of confusion...)<br /><br />beginning of the night: southbank<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHbnlZwYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/HLOpZxzC4kU/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHbnlZwYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/HLOpZxzC4kU/s320/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087386900132118914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then dancing up a storm at the story bridge hotel:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHb3lZwaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/t8iSuPq6Yjk/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHb3lZwaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/t8iSuPq6Yjk/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087386904427086242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />with GIRL ashley!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHb3lZwZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/oTYjOx60mok/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHb3lZwZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/oTYjOx60mok/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087386904427086226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then... far far later in the night. sore heads all round the next day. except for you hash, you smug bastard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHcHlZwbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uSjKnQ_Dexw/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHcHlZwbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uSjKnQ_Dexw/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087386908722053554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then nige's farewell! i was upset to lose studmuffin, just because he wants to trek around the world and volunteer in africa. why must he be so selfish and leave us?? i'm a little disappointed in him.<br />his party was rubiks cube themed, encouraging a lot of lounge room stripping (all part of his plan i'm sure :-) ) here was our humble house before we left... yes, that night we were ALL coloured people ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRXlZwjI/AAAAAAAAArg/sFmQF184iSA/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRXlZwjI/AAAAAAAAArg/sFmQF184iSA/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390022573343282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and pre-party experimentation: when my hair straightener meets sam's afro:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwXlZwhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/VHXk_KdBCt4/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoJwXlZwhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/VHXk_KdBCt4/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087389455637660178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and kat's hair. now that's a powerful straightener!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRHlZwiI/AAAAAAAAArY/uUapOg6hWIU/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRHlZwiI/AAAAAAAAArY/uUapOg6hWIU/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390018278375970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />at the party: mid-swap. yes, hash is obsessed with his man boobs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRXlZwkI/AAAAAAAAAro/Fmqi0qdMAcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRXlZwkI/AAAAAAAAAro/Fmqi0qdMAcQ/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390022573343298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />post swap!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRnlZwlI/AAAAAAAAArw/BHjDlVMMtbs/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRnlZwlI/AAAAAAAAArw/BHjDlVMMtbs/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390026868310610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKknlZwnI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MK6hdhC4skI/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKknlZwnI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MK6hdhC4skI/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390353285825138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />studmuffin with bridamo. bon voyage darls, travel safe and come back soon!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRnlZwmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VR0G_Ar2_O4/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoKRnlZwmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VR0G_Ar2_O4/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390026868310626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoHcHlZwcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/C_DaPjVvhhI/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-6407941768847216559?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-76091921960018511572007-07-15T18:56:00.000+10:002007-07-15T21:32:56.196+10:00awhile ago the cheese festival was held near us in brisvegas. since we live with sam, we knew that such a festival must be attended by us. there was a myriad...ermm...plethora...? lots. there were lots of cheeses. dammit, my grammar is appalling. not you, grandma. sigh.<br /><br />it was a lovely winter's day, just sunny enough for hash to crack out his squint, see?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_YnlZwRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2-jp4FaGV6k/s1600-h/DSC01180-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_YnlZwRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2-jp4FaGV6k/s320/DSC01180-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087378052499489042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and for kat to break out her "again with the camera?" expression ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_Z3lZwVI/AAAAAAAAApw/esdWQDVW0Wc/s1600-h/IMG_1037-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_Z3lZwVI/AAAAAAAAApw/esdWQDVW0Wc/s320/IMG_1037-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087378073974325586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />some of the stalls were staffed entirely by precocious children:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoBwnlZwWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ytrCZcVbcfE/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoBwnlZwWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ytrCZcVbcfE/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087380663839605090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />which suited us quite well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_ZnlZwUI/AAAAAAAAApo/lTe6o8m-koQ/s1600-h/IMG_1032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_ZnlZwUI/AAAAAAAAApo/lTe6o8m-koQ/s320/IMG_1032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087378069679358274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in fact, this was the most confronting thing we encountered all day:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_ZHlZwTI/AAAAAAAAApg/8wMOXwPMzdM/s1600-h/IMG_1025-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rpn_ZHlZwTI/AAAAAAAAApg/8wMOXwPMzdM/s320/IMG_1025-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087378061089423666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bless you brisbane, by the end of the day we were very cheesy indeed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoBwnlZwXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rDnbVGZk-WU/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoBwnlZwXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rDnbVGZk-WU/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087380663839605106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oooooh, how about this for an alternate title - all cheese, no whine!<br />brilliant.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-7609192196001851157?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-22535177658141846862007-07-14T21:54:00.000+10:002007-07-18T07:46:26.126+10:00nothing like a no-occasion dinner to make people a little less inhibited!<br /><br />first, take a bunch of lovely friends,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03-3lZwvI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PJTjYNg6ixw/s1600-h/n510408588_82232_8547.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03-3lZwvI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PJTjYNg6ixw/s320/n510408588_82232_8547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088284707210773234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />add a bottle of wine each,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03_XlZwwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kZeylq2pKh8/s1600-h/n510408588_82235_9329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03_XlZwwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kZeylq2pKh8/s320/n510408588_82235_9329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088284715800707842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and just a smidge of attitude.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03_nlZwxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/G0wgPnVQDFw/s1600-h/n510408588_82253_4003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rp03_nlZwxI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/G0wgPnVQDFw/s320/n510408588_82253_4003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088284720095675154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />result: a whole suite of incriminating photos that are hard to live down... here are some tamer ones!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLk3lZwtI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0R9SHWIkAq8/s1600-h/IMG_1253-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLk3lZwtI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0R9SHWIkAq8/s320/IMG_1253-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391457092420306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLk3lZwuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4JhDKdte2c8/s1600-h/IMG_1257-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLk3lZwuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4JhDKdte2c8/s320/IMG_1257-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391457092420322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLZ3lZwoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/eY2-7hAyPVg/s1600-h/IMG_1242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLZ3lZwoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/eY2-7hAyPVg/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391268113859202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaHlZwpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/r8CQrf3UMVk/s1600-h/IMG_1246-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaHlZwpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/r8CQrf3UMVk/s320/IMG_1246-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391272408826514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaHlZwqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/IKwOV0Yb53A/s1600-h/IMG_1247.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaHlZwqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/IKwOV0Yb53A/s320/IMG_1247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391272408826530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaXlZwsI/AAAAAAAAAso/mQEeoqSeh2U/s1600-h/IMG_1250.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpoLaXlZwsI/AAAAAAAAAso/mQEeoqSeh2U/s320/IMG_1250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391276703793858" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-2253517765814184686?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-77497360186624847842007-06-30T12:51:00.000+10:002007-07-15T18:35:19.189+10:00ok, i have a confession to make. i have been unfaithful to my blogspot. and even worse, it was on many, many occasions, and ... it was good. <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>good. facebook is my obsession these days. just so easy, and fun and... well, i know it's not an excuse, but blogger has been kind of letting itself go a bit lately, and my mouse finger surely can't be blamed for wandering. where did the magic go?<br />however, i will hang my head and go back to my original, blogger. we have, after all, had the history. just don't check my cache, ok? ;-)<br />ok so very old news, but i went back to adelaide awhile ago to catch up with my sister and hubby before they went back to england, and also with my family and radelaide friends.<br />first up: dinner out with some mates<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSNEa8aI/AAAAAAAAAlo/soIR55cdqOU/s1600-h/IMG_0995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSNEa8aI/AAAAAAAAAlo/soIR55cdqOU/s320/IMG_0995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264067118133666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />amazing what you can find in the chans' car!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtordEa8eI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W5URgz8aL3M/s1600-h/IMG_1005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtordEa8eI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W5URgz8aL3M/s320/IMG_1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264500909830626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoStEa8dI/AAAAAAAAAmA/E-dvA0wrIdM/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoStEa8dI/AAAAAAAAAmA/E-dvA0wrIdM/s320/IMG_1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264075708068306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the chans of evilness<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSdEa8cI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sePXsQdTuCA/s1600-h/IMG_0996.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSdEa8cI/AAAAAAAAAl4/sePXsQdTuCA/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264071413100994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bye to luce and kev. check out kev's form in the background ;-) and THEY'RE soon to be responsible parents! the kid will have fun growing up anyway....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtordEa8fI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jKhhm8lAq8s/s1600-h/IMG_1009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtordEa8fI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jKhhm8lAq8s/s320/IMG_1009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264500909830642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then some quality time with the lovlies... cleo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnttEa8UI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sZ2Ou_u6u7w/s1600-h/IMG_0962.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnttEa8UI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sZ2Ou_u6u7w/s320/IMG_0962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263440052908354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and irrepressible sula :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtndNEa8QI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0j1IQBElb_E/s1600-h/IMG_0924.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtndNEa8QI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0j1IQBElb_E/s320/IMG_0924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263156585066754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtndNEa8PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kYRxb4Uv1I8/s1600-h/IMG_0909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtndNEa8PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kYRxb4Uv1I8/s320/IMG_0909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263156585066738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnddEa8SI/AAAAAAAAAko/Xb42xCBXPPo/s1600-h/IMG_0948.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnddEa8SI/AAAAAAAAAko/Xb42xCBXPPo/s320/IMG_0948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263160880034082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then i went down to the bay with ali and rich. it was a little chilly, but nothing beats sunset over the water there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtnt9Ea8VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/YWK1EO4Or_o/s1600-h/IMG_0964.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtnt9Ea8VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/YWK1EO4Or_o/s320/IMG_0964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263444347875666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnuNEa8XI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LAZos33C7K8/s1600-h/IMG_0974.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnuNEa8XI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LAZos33C7K8/s320/IMG_0974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263448642842994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnuNEa8YI/AAAAAAAAAlY/P7jIHd3tbEg/s1600-h/IMG_0983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnuNEa8YI/AAAAAAAAAlY/P7jIHd3tbEg/s320/IMG_0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263448642843010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSNEa8ZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/8mxmN0fJgc8/s1600-h/IMG_0988.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtoSNEa8ZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/8mxmN0fJgc8/s320/IMG_0988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264067118133650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ali's hero :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtnt9Ea8WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5VlcdhPBPs/s1600-h/IMG_0970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtnt9Ea8WI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5VlcdhPBPs/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263444347875682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtnddEa8TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4Uyi65RyC1o/s1600-h/IMG_0950.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and now a couple of extras from rich...<br /><br />ali and myself at the beach...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpnbY3lZwQI/AAAAAAAAApI/sM6w8AKr61w/s1600-h/Aus_IMG_9622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpnbY3lZwQI/AAAAAAAAApI/sM6w8AKr61w/s320/Aus_IMG_9622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087338474375856386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />rich and myself at dinner... ali must have caught me at the wrong second..or..something...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpnbY3lZwPI/AAAAAAAAApA/idzULTlYA0A/s1600-h/Aus_IMG_9133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RpnbY3lZwPI/AAAAAAAAApA/idzULTlYA0A/s320/Aus_IMG_9133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087338474375856370" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-7749736018662484784?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-33066600035907395422007-06-10T12:58:00.001+10:002007-06-10T14:00:41.743+10:00stress levels have been high lately so when sam and kat's cousin corey came back to brisbane, a trip to fat luey's karaoke joint to belt out some tunes was welcomed...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpPdEa8oI/AAAAAAAAAnY/l0XNWy2ZrnI/s1600-h/IMG_1023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpPdEa8oI/AAAAAAAAAnY/l0XNWy2ZrnI/s320/IMG_1023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265119385121410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpD9Ea8lI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LQzt0KP4t7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpD9Ea8lI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LQzt0KP4t7Q/s320/IMG_1017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264921816625746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpD9Ea8kI/AAAAAAAAAm4/UHZsYPRdygs/s1600-h/IMG_1016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpD9Ea8kI/AAAAAAAAAm4/UHZsYPRdygs/s320/IMG_1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264921816625730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqMdEa80I/AAAAAAAAAo4/0ZE8kUNR-h0/s1600-h/n570792535_110414_204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqMdEa80I/AAAAAAAAAo4/0ZE8kUNR-h0/s320/n570792535_110414_204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266167357141826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />holllld me now, it's hard for me to say i'm sorry...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8wI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MjSopmnsINQ/s1600-h/n570792535_109040_2099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8wI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MjSopmnsINQ/s320/n570792535_109040_2099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266051393024770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />touching you.....?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFdEa8vI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OQQ7hhUm4gM/s1600-h/n570792535_109039_1837.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFdEa8vI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OQQ7hhUm4gM/s320/n570792535_109039_1837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266047098057458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />touchin' MEEeeee!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFdEa8uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/a5-CF2pwrBk/s1600-h/n570792535_109038_1594.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFdEa8uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/a5-CF2pwrBk/s320/n570792535_109038_1594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266047098057442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />if rhyme was a drug i'd sell it by the gram yo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpPdEa8nI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JPljAuIq5R8/s1600-h/IMG_1020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpPdEa8nI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JPljAuIq5R8/s320/IMG_1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265119385121394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mama mia let me go...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtp0NEa8sI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PU9O3VmBIBU/s1600-h/n570792535_109036_1100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtp0NEa8sI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PU9O3VmBIBU/s320/n570792535_109036_1100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265750745313986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i've been to paradise, but i've... never been - to me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtp0NEa8tI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YPMxVOqwYV8/s1600-h/n570792535_109037_1348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtp0NEa8tI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YPMxVOqwYV8/s320/n570792535_109037_1348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265750745314002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i was gonna clean my room, but then i got high....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqMdEa8zI/AAAAAAAAAow/UL97iRl5Azo/s1600-h/n570792535_109043_2844.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqMdEa8zI/AAAAAAAAAow/UL97iRl5Azo/s320/n570792535_109043_2844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266167357141810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8xI/AAAAAAAAAog/H8DM15UD-AY/s1600-h/n570792535_109041_2350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8xI/AAAAAAAAAog/H8DM15UD-AY/s320/n570792535_109041_2350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266051393024786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />whatever i said, whatever i did...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8yI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VocCJlhSCDc/s1600-h/n570792535_109042_2599.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtqFtEa8yI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VocCJlhSCDc/s320/n570792535_109042_2599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266051393024802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...[this song had a disturbing soft-porn-esque videoclip... a beefcake in never-nudes writhing around. hence corey's disturbed look...]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtpz9Ea8rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IK1dI2WC4l4/s1600-h/n570792535_109035_849.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtpz9Ea8rI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IK1dI2WC4l4/s320/n570792535_109035_849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265746450346674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />therese and myself making a vegemite sandwich out of hash<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtpz9Ea8pI/AAAAAAAAAng/_NA_TNRc1a8/s1600-h/n570792535_109033_344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rmtpz9Ea8pI/AAAAAAAAAng/_NA_TNRc1a8/s320/n570792535_109033_344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074265746450346642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />awwww....<br /><br />hash and kat realise they are both wearing matching leather jackets... and do their best at catalogue modelling...<br />would YOU buy a leather jacket from people like this?? ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8hI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rjcgem5dItQ/s1600-h/IMG_1011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8hI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rjcgem5dItQ/s320/IMG_1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264917521658386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/KdzEWJ4ea08/s1600-h/IMG_1012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8iI/AAAAAAAAAmo/KdzEWJ4ea08/s320/IMG_1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264917521658402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8jI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UdLU4mna480/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtpDtEa8jI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UdLU4mna480/s320/IMG_1013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264917521658418" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-3306660003590739542?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-22073078480262713422007-06-09T12:39:00.000+10:002007-06-10T18:02:24.503+10:00until recently, it's been bee-autiful in brisbane. i've even kept doing the "and it's WINTER!" exclaimation every time i can traipse outside in singlets. of course, now it's blowing a gale and dropped down to 9 last night (oh the humanity) but for awhile there, we had it good. one such night, there was another festival on in brisvegas... perhaps the buddha cheese jazz wine zorba festival? oh they all blend into one. it was also the night of dylan moran, a funny lad. we've all appreciated him on black books, and when he came to bris, we had to show our appreciation. i was a little freaked out that he has a kid, as sam said "would you trust him alone with it? you'd get back and the baby would be DRUNK..." and that's coming from sam, someone who was watching an ad for baby tylenol and said "... oh, come on, if your baby had a fever, you'd just put it in the freezer." [we stare at her] "wouldn't you?.... i mean, just for a bit." [staring continues] "you could leave the <span style="font-style: italic;">door ajar</span>". ahh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktNEa8LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vCQrfTjkrOY/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktNEa8LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vCQrfTjkrOY/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260132928090290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we weren't even there yet and sam was coming over all alcoholic<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktdEa8MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CLPMv-ppu-Y/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktdEa8MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CLPMv-ppu-Y/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260137223057602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />kat and i tried a 'drunken sam' but failed<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktdEa8OI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KHS-MJ7uOgk/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RmtktdEa8OI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KHS-MJ7uOgk/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260137223057634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and it's WINTER!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-2207307848026271342?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-57554041410518983052007-05-25T18:09:00.000+10:002007-05-25T13:45:01.281+10:00wee-hee-heel, i may have been slack in updating my blog recently but now that i've got a trillion assignments due, i've enlisted the power of procrastination. this is a mighy mighty power and so voila, another post. also, i've deep conditioned my hair and painted my nails. if only my essays were being given so much consideration.<br />a couple of weeks ago, in need of some distraction, i went with mel, annie and the girls to the beach (the girls are her dogs, more beloved than any human could be). it was great to be able to play with some pups again, especially as gorgeous as these ones...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIkfwCM6I/AAAAAAAAAho/poZ9xJTZQjQ/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIkfwCM6I/AAAAAAAAAho/poZ9xJTZQjQ/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068036747510821794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIk_wCM7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/O7r-yPUfQfY/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIk_wCM7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/O7r-yPUfQfY/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068036756100756402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIlfwCM8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/oH1aNR4ifac/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIlfwCM8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/oH1aNR4ifac/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068036764690691010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIl_wCM-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/balIXIftL-4/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIl_wCM-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/balIXIftL-4/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068036773280625634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />noooo asha!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIlfwCM9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Pf-tNS2oNKs/s1600-h/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVIlfwCM9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Pf-tNS2oNKs/s320/Dylan+Moran+and+dogs+at+beach+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068036764690691026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and now a couple of bits of local news that tickled my fancy...<br />i heard this on the radio on the way to work today: "and in traffic news, look out for speedcatchers on logan road and sir fred schonell drive. also, there are cows on the ipswich motorway and watch out for horses and indians on the M1 [ad break]". errrmmmm???<br /><br />and a good political argument regarding keating's call for sydney to be australia's capital:<br />Queensland Premier Peter Beattie said if Australia was settled now, Brisbane would probably be the capital because of its closeness to Asia and access to water.<br />"Brisbane is the place to be, Sydney knows that. We won the State of Origin and I think that Brisbane is the capital."<br />[who knew the outcomes of rugby games were so crucial in politics...?]<br />the NSW premier responded with logic and facts:<br />"Sydney is the capital of Australia in the sense it's ...the best city in the country".<br />ohhh, ok then.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-5755404141051898305?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-46150615156547670162007-05-24T18:15:00.000+10:002007-05-24T20:50:12.688+10:00our lab head, the big cheese (aka the cheesy one) is leaving our fair lab in order to venture over to chilly scotland and be an even bigger cheese (a wheely big cheese..cheese wheel? will you pay that? c'mon...). this has paved the way for matto to become the new lab... cheddar. the lab is downsizing however, and so farewells are the order of the day. none more so as last week when we had to have a power farewell breakfast, with 3 farewells in one go. so sad. on the day the cheesy one left, we all decided to dress up for him, in honour of his favourite footy team, the bombers. i think we intimidated or confused a few people at work or on the way to lunch but he was touched :-)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJxfwCNEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/za-7bd8GSpI/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJxfwCNEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/za-7bd8GSpI/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038070360749122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />just opened up this pic on large screen and noticed adi/dr. love in the back row. is that what makes all the ladies fully sick for him? ;-)<br /><br />still, most of my projects aren't working, people are leaving, there are deadlines popping up left right and centre... so yesterday was an ideal time for mel to get a new toy on her computer and for us to waste a good hour messing around and giggling stupidly with the 'iPhotobooth' program ...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJ6vwCNJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OCcu0EcZaeI/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJ6vwCNJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OCcu0EcZaeI/s320/Photo+69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038229274539154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />barbie weber<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJ6_wCNKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/koRDRSZzKto/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJ6_wCNKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/koRDRSZzKto/s320/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038233569506466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />not-so-barbie weber<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJxvwCNFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OC6_9OaDdhk/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJxvwCNFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OC6_9OaDdhk/s320/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038074655716434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cleetus claire, y'all<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJx_wCNGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KCR7iiF5GJ4/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJx_wCNGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KCR7iiF5GJ4/s320/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038078950683746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />check out these guns! ka-POW!<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJyfwCNHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iDhwSTYDJRQ/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJyfwCNHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iDhwSTYDJRQ/s320/Photo+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038087540618354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJyvwCNII/AAAAAAAAAjY/YFxrJgUK6gY/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RlVJyvwCNII/AAAAAAAAAjY/YFxrJgUK6gY/s320/Photo+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068038091835585666" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-4615061515654767016?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-7810803495730994332007-05-11T19:55:00.001+10:002007-05-11T20:19:43.866+10:00<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>for some dudes, the future's so bright, they gotta wear shades.<br />and on an unrelated note, here is a picture of james and hash.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hYdJSET794Y/s1600-h/Dinner+April+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290462126202418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hYdJSET794Y/s320/Dinner+April+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />kat was jumping with joy at james' partay<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3kI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HHpyFptlf80/s1600-h/Dinner+April+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290462126202434" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3kI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HHpyFptlf80/s320/Dinner+April+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />even though it had the smallest disco ball <span style="font-style: italic;">in the world</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q2wQa3iI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6OjrU9WVrNc/s1600-h/Dinner+April+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290457831235106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q2wQa3iI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6OjrU9WVrNc/s320/Dinner+April+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sam points out her favourite chocolatey shatner<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QcAQa3gI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sE0hl0GugC4/s1600-h/Dinner+April+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289998269734402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QcAQa3gI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sE0hl0GugC4/s320/Dinner+April+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and so james and therese jumped in for their share :-)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QdQQa3hI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/A15Obnx4xvI/s1600-h/Dinner+April+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290019744570898" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QdQQa3hI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/A15Obnx4xvI/s320/Dinner+April+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the next day was wilko's dignified birthday... as he's an old man, it was at the bowls club.<br />he may be old, but he's still immature ;-)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3lI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MeiPAU12-sU/s1600-h/Dinner+April+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290462126202450" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3AQa3lI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MeiPAU12-sU/s320/Dinner+April+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />weber and wilko. doesn't their fashion sense <span style="font-style: italic;">bowl </span>you over?<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3QQa3mI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SbjP60kYJOQ/s1600-h/Dinner+April+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061290466421169762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1Q3QQa3mI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SbjP60kYJOQ/s320/Dinner+April+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-781080349573099433?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-11448701112997869872007-04-30T19:57:00.000+10:002007-05-11T20:20:28.610+10:00my birthday was great, the roomies got me a simaese fighting fish i named peeve (cause he's my.... <span style="font-style: italic;">pet peeve) </span>:-) and i was treated with the rental of a gorgeous black jeep wrangler...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3bI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V9n55gsrcMI/s1600-h/P4250160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289452808887730" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3bI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V9n55gsrcMI/s320/P4250160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8AQa3YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5nffmjxkeZM/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289448513920386" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8AQa3YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5nffmjxkeZM/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i cruised down to byron bay and found the Pub With No Women (luckily it still had beer) where i got to be the spinner for two-up and managed to lose $40 in about 10 minutes. gotta love gambling.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8gQa3cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9Hdoi9Tkg48/s1600-h/P4250165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289457103855042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8gQa3cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9Hdoi9Tkg48/s320/P4250165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />surfing is fun...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BWK7D5msrTg/s1600-h/P4210127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289452808887714" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BWK7D5msrTg/s320/P4210127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BWK7D5msrTg/s1600-h/P4210127.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8QQa3aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BWK7D5msrTg/s1600-h/P4210127.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....but ever wonder what the shark's eye view is? taadaa!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8AQa3ZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B3cwZ3wj2nU/s1600-h/P4210124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289448513920402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1P8AQa3ZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B3cwZ3wj2nU/s320/P4210124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i also went out to tea for my birthday<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbgQa3dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yDW9vENtVLk/s1600-h/Dinner+April+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289989679799762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbgQa3dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yDW9vENtVLk/s320/Dinner+April+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbwQa3eI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BCqU4bl_Iz8/s1600-h/Dinner+April+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289993974767074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbwQa3eI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BCqU4bl_Iz8/s320/Dinner+April+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and as an added bonus, got to catch up with romana before she jumped on her cruise ship. bon voyage darls!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbwQa3fI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PEbhJ2GwgQc/s1600-h/Dinner+April+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061289993974767090" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rj1QbwQa3fI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PEbhJ2GwgQc/s320/Dinner+April+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ach, its going to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">greeeeat </span>year!<br /><div><br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-1144870111299786987?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-50779190884554164282007-04-23T18:25:00.000+10:002007-04-23T18:41:22.892+10:00awhile ago, it was happy birthday to miss kris.<br />(pics in sepia because i was too shy to take pics in the restaurant with flash)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvGsOj7cI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uzne1oYBccY/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvGsOj7cI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uzne1oYBccY/s320/IMG_0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538642372357570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvG8Oj7dI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qWEGdN-sKCI/s1600-h/IMG_0722.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvG8Oj7dI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qWEGdN-sKCI/s320/IMG_0722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538646667324882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHMOj7eI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zUs3vCDVlC8/s1600-h/IMG_0724.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHMOj7eI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zUs3vCDVlC8/s320/IMG_0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538650962292194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hash had no such qualms about flash<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHMOj7fI/AAAAAAAAAew/ljxXIMoD8KI/s1600-h/IMG_0728.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHMOj7fI/AAAAAAAAAew/ljxXIMoD8KI/s320/IMG_0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538650962292210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />or about posing with da laaaadies<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHcOj7gI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4UkQd809-6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvHcOj7gI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4UkQd809-6Y/s320/IMG_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538655257259522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvR8Oj7hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Fxq2w7xlt3c/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RixvR8Oj7hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Fxq2w7xlt3c/s320/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538835645885970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we went out for a yummy meal and then drinkies but unfortunately, duty called for me and i ended up in the lab, pipetting. work has been uber stressful lately, and that combined with uni and life has made me a whining ball of stress... thus very few posts lately.<br />i did manage to get away for a few days over easter, and this last weekend i went down to the beach for an attempt at surfing. relaxing? yup. less relaxing was getting out of the water and realising some mug had stolen the backpack full of stuff. grrr!!! all the valuable stuff was taken but considerately they'd chucked my uni notes and t-shirt off the side of the cliff so i could get them the next day. unfortunately, i had to go to the cop shop to tell them what was taken and part of it involved this dialogue:<br />"any clothes taken?"<br />"yes, a white t-shirt"<br />"did it have anything on it?"<br />"yes, ... erm... a smiley face"<br />"ok. and any writing?"<br />"erm....yeah..."<br />"what did it say?"<br />[cringe. blush. emergence of shame vein]<br />"it said, um. smile if you want me."<br />[cop looks up, looks at me, bedraggled]<br />".....i see"<br />[he <span style="font-style: italic;">writes it down</span>]<br /><br />just my luck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-5077919088455416428?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-21989792846173020892007-04-06T14:01:00.000+10:002007-04-10T12:55:13.069+10:00a few weeks ago our research centre held a retreat for RAs which was fun (hence, a RAtreat). we went to north straddie to learn about how to get jobs once the government shuts down funding for chronic inflammatory diseases, and also be confused by an interminable lecture on statistics. random.<br />luckily we had great weather, and a lot of free time to explore the island<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz9op5s4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tgL35S2nz5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0668.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz9op5s4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tgL35S2nz5Q/s320/IMG_0668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050210797376615298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz-Ip5s5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9JSE5Bn-Jc8/s1600-h/IMG_0672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz-Ip5s5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9JSE5Bn-Jc8/s320/IMG_0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050210805966549906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1oIp5s7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/C6o5UAuJUfg/s1600-h/IMG_0694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1oIp5s7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/C6o5UAuJUfg/s320/IMG_0694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050212627032683442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />also we all participated in team-building exercises...such as beach cricket... and soccer....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXojYp5s1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/dALyr4KpfD4/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXojYp5s1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/dALyr4KpfD4/s320/IMG_0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050198251777143634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXokIp5s2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ILaUqleXYlc/s1600-h/IMG_0645.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXokIp5s2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ILaUqleXYlc/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050198264662045538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...although during this day 5 toes were broken, an impressive effort. methinks we're all just a *little* too competitive!<br /><br />beach time is always time well spent...<br />right weber??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjPIp5szI/AAAAAAAAAc4/O7iPrrDJsfY/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjPIp5szI/AAAAAAAAAc4/O7iPrrDJsfY/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050192406326653746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />adi shows us his stuff<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjPop5s0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/vryc0K78984/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjPop5s0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/vryc0K78984/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050192414916588354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the angels<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXokYp5s3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/pwv1atDFQtg/s1600-h/IMG_0664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXokYp5s3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/pwv1atDFQtg/s320/IMG_0664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050198268957012850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />they treated us well, good seminars, free time, seafood dinners..... [drool]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz-op5s6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wl2wsOhCmQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXz-op5s6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wl2wsOhCmQ8/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050210814556484514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....and the setting made a few scientists even happier....<br />(christine and her boyf)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjO4p5syI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tVPKmgamefQ/s1600-h/IMG_0604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjO4p5syI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tVPKmgamefQ/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050192402031686434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...but then it was time for our 'class' to head home<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1oop5s8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0OEfKpSdfDY/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1oop5s8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0OEfKpSdfDY/s320/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050212635622618050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we will remain vigilant to keep a lookout for any jobs on the horizon....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX2GIp5s-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GMpjmriaeRM/s1600-h/IMG_0700.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX2GIp5s-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GMpjmriaeRM/s320/IMG_0700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050213142428759010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1o4p5s9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/uDQjtVFZpns/s1600-h/IMG_0699.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhX1o4p5s9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/uDQjtVFZpns/s320/IMG_0699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050212639917585362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhXjPop5s0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/vryc0K78984/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-2198979284617302089?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-20562143947366156242007-03-29T09:03:00.000+10:002007-05-13T12:14:20.639+10:00what with all this overseas gallavanting, i've neglected to do my usual lil' posts on everyday life.<br /><br />ok go!<br /><br />australia day... we had our annual australia day bbq but unlike last year, this year there was no wheel of goon. there was some street cricket, however. i wasn't overly enthused about it since my precious new (to me) car, bluebelle, was parked on the street. she escaped any broken windows and so everyone escaped my wrath.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylAQa3oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/geC9WrCN6cs/s1600-h/DSC_0509.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylAQa3oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/geC9WrCN6cs/s320/DSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860811074297474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylQQa3pI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iEVtQCd5sjI/s1600-h/DSC_0547.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylQQa3pI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iEVtQCd5sjI/s320/DSC_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860815369264786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />weber tried to live up to her name...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZykwQa3nI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qJYrjMrEG4s/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZykwQa3nI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qJYrjMrEG4s/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860806779330162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but it was the boys who cooked up the bbq in traditional style<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5n_50lLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3vx2WOtj0kw/s1600-h/P1260069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5n_50lLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3vx2WOtj0kw/s320/P1260069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120797986231474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...sam's their biggest *fan*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2vf50lKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5WhznlhqWyo/s1600-h/P1260065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2vf50lKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5WhznlhqWyo/s320/P1260065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047117628300367010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />elke tatt-ed up before she headed off to oxford (miss ya so much sweet thang!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5oP50lMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/J-0ND7IJ2AA/s1600-h/P1260075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5oP50lMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/J-0ND7IJ2AA/s320/P1260075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120802281198786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />there was patriotism all round<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylgQa3rI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FM7YtWZzkNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0571-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RkZylgQa3rI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FM7YtWZzkNQ/s320/DSC_0571-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860819664232114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> it's all good, bro!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1DP50lFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LuPgyeu6BRM/s1600-h/P1260072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1DP50lFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LuPgyeu6BRM/s320/P1260072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047115768579527762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then big day out...<br />it was an awesome day. i went with smelly knees (melanie) and crew and managed to travel there in stylllle... a limo was actually the cheapest option!<br />the ever-so-presentable limo driver seemed to wilt a little in his shiny suit when he saw who he'd be ferrying around (until dave started charming him, that is). i still don't think he wanted us to *touch* anything... :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1Cf50lCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6CLFEEy0SJQ/s1600-h/P1210002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1Cf50lCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6CLFEEy0SJQ/s320/P1210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047115755694625826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i think this was at the streets show... ? my highlight was mike skinner making everyone but everyone get down low low low, even the e bunnies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5p_50lOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dYiRIzRakqc/s1600-h/P1210049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5p_50lOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dYiRIzRakqc/s320/P1210049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120832345969890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mel and dave<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhDGN_50lmI/AAAAAAAAAco/sbZSZ_aOKgE/s1600-h/mel+and+dave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RhDGN_50lmI/AAAAAAAAAco/sbZSZ_aOKgE/s320/mel+and+dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048753126076880482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1C_50lEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/w9W3ueI0DRw/s1600-h/P1210037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1C_50lEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/w9W3ueI0DRw/s320/P1210037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047115764284560450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we randomly ran into jono, a mate from work. his printer didn't work so he'd hand-drawn a map of all the stages and the program. dedicated? tick. a little anal retentive? double tick. ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5pv50lNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wWxGR1h0Y_w/s1600-h/P1210016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5pv50lNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wWxGR1h0Y_w/s320/P1210016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120828051002578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />these guys were brilliant<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1Cv50lDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lTNoFDdE9kI/s1600-h/P1210023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr1Cv50lDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lTNoFDdE9kI/s320/P1210023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047115759989593138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then nissa's farewell. another one. everyone seems to be leaving brisvegas at the moment, how very very selfish. it makes me very sad :-( niss' part-a was south american themed. our house of alpha geek cake loves a bit o' dress up so we were all in. hash wasn't feeling well so we let him off with a pov outfit...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RgvAAP50lQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KOxG21PkUVg/s1600-h/IMG_0570.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RgvAAP50lQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KOxG21PkUVg/s320/IMG_0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047338917900358914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />michael and nic... and in the background, a guy who ain't digging the party ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2uv50lII/AAAAAAAAAY4/wd3FRnS3Mu4/s1600-h/IMG_0574.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2uv50lII/AAAAAAAAAY4/wd3FRnS3Mu4/s320/IMG_0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047117615415465090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nis and hashish, signature pose!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5q_50lPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/UlwvcvqbwJU/s1600-h/IMG_0586.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr5q_50lPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/UlwvcvqbwJU/s320/IMG_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120849525839090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i don't smoke, the ciggies were a prop. but... it was tempting, and i was moody. so when someone who doesn't usually smoke lights up and you say to them "but you don't smoke!", expect the reply "tonight, tonight I SMOKE".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2u_50lJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GNJE399rDQE/s1600-h/IMG_0583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rgr2u_50lJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GNJE399rDQE/s320/IMG_0583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047117619710432402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />over and out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-2056214394736615624?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1392038425978663702007-02-27T20:20:00.000+10:002007-03-21T20:52:37.906+10:00i'm not really, i'm home now. but that was a lil' reference for all the expat aussies living in 50-to-a-room filthy squats in london who get teary at that waifs song. speaking of which (expats, not filthy squats), i caught up for drinks with a few adelaidians... given that i have 5 adelaide friends living in london at the moment, the statistic that at any time 1 in 20 australians are overseas becomes a lot more believable... inge, mich, and myself caught up. we've known each other for over 20 years and we have helped each other mature and grow as 'refined ladies'.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-_Clq6qRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lOuUL4KRefA/s1600-h/IMG_0487-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-_Clq6qRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lOuUL4KRefA/s320/IMG_0487-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043960158871005458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />london was chilly and drizzly, but still pretty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-_Dlq6qTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6Aw71DnFkSw/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-_Dlq6qTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6Aw71DnFkSw/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043960176050874674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i didn't realise my umbrella was like this, but adds to the pic i think ;-)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-9XVq6qOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/L04nqxW_FHU/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-9XVq6qOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/L04nqxW_FHU/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043958316330035426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf_AOVq6qVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RVnMdSAlk64/s1600-h/DSC_0200-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf_AOVq6qVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RVnMdSAlk64/s320/DSC_0200-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043961460246096210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf_AyFq6qYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sWCOK8gnjsA/s1600-h/IMG_0525-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2N1q6p9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ni3VMf8lNqE/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043950456539883474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2OVq6p-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/3ncxsII40IY/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2OVq6p-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/3ncxsII40IY/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043950465129818082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2Olq6p_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/vG7Zvgaxcow/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2Olq6p_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/vG7Zvgaxcow/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043950469424785394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2O1q6qAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iEtXCdAhtko/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-2O1q6qAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iEtXCdAhtko/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043950473719752706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />one of the best things about london and england generally: the amazing pubs! i adore them, and brisbane is sadly lacking in that department.<br /><br />ginny and myself settle in for an extended chat :-)<br />(the roomies finally let her leave australia)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-9W1q6qMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3bysvAjyGf0/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-9W1q6qMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3bysvAjyGf0/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043958307740100802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and this pub is upfront with what it's all about, how refreshing:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-7Vlq6qDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xj0xeFyHB24/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-7Vlq6qDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xj0xeFyHB24/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043956087242008626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my last night in london! farewell with ali and rich. thanks for having me, guys :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf_AO1q6qXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8I-FBB_Kj9w/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf_AO1q6qXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8I-FBB_Kj9w/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043961468836030834" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-139203842597866370?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-11162164263196093202007-02-26T22:49:00.000+10:002007-03-20T19:24:06.320+10:00the next port of call on my adventure was the arctic circle, specifically, tromso in northern norway. it was here on a dark and -15 degree night i met my sister and her husband richard... or more specifically, somehow took a couple of buses from the airport, wandered around the deserted streets, finally managed to call my brother-in-law from the unreliable mobile system (as IF australian mobile coverage is sketchy in the artic circle! pah) and sent him running up the wrong street to meet me, before seeing him from afar and alerting him to my presence by shouting "OI!!!! LOSER!!" or some such :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mdFq6p6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/cO8Umo4Q81Q/s1600-h/DSC_0374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mdFq6p6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/cO8Umo4Q81Q/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043933126346844066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this town was crazy - it's a beautiful little place but there was no time it got warmer than -11 and as it was winter, the sun never rose high in the sky. when the weather forcast comes on, maybe to make themselves feel a bit better, they omit the negative sign. that's all well and good for them but my sister was really thrown since she was expecting 12, aka london weather, not -12, aka it hurts to breathe weather. everywhere was beautiful, especially with the light continually as if it was sunset:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEaxZSjSI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Hu58Gf5ODQ/s1600-h/Norway_IMG_0264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEaxZSjSI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Hu58Gf5ODQ/s320/Norway_IMG_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042136484544679202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0hZSjEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RFob2UMEDjg/s1600-h/DSC_0411.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0hZSjEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RFob2UMEDjg/s320/DSC_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133628391427138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0xZSjFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G8JTA4lN2Dc/s1600-h/DSC_0412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0xZSjFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G8JTA4lN2Dc/s320/DSC_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133632686394450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflBzxZSjCI/AAAAAAAAARk/F7hwFYUXEQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0352.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflBzxZSjCI/AAAAAAAAARk/F7hwFYUXEQ0/s320/DSC_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133615506525218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0BZSjDI/AAAAAAAAARs/hHIB61r7O5g/s1600-h/DSC_0360.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflB0BZSjDI/AAAAAAAAARs/hHIB61r7O5g/s320/DSC_0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133619801492530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEahZSjRI/AAAAAAAAATc/LSM17wIv0Qs/s1600-h/Norway_IMG_0183-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEahZSjRI/AAAAAAAAATc/LSM17wIv0Qs/s320/Norway_IMG_0183-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042136480249711890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflBzRZSjBI/AAAAAAAAARc/cdAyFtTLmwE/s1600-h/DSC_0330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflBzRZSjBI/AAAAAAAAARc/cdAyFtTLmwE/s320/DSC_0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042133606916590610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me watching the sunset at the dock<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf8UgxZSjVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/94if3r29X7k/s1600-h/Norway_IMG_0518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf8UgxZSjVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/94if3r29X7k/s320/Norway_IMG_0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043772660926025042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)<br /><br /><br />sometimes it seemed that as beautiful as the place was, it wasn't really cut out for people to live there. it takes a good 5-10 mins to get dressed to go outside and the snow is so deep and soft... lovely, but think of the practicalities such as...<br /><br />driving<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4BZSjMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u5iax59hrSA/s1600-h/DSC_0647.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4BZSjMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u5iax59hrSA/s320/DSC_0647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042135887544224962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />walking<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxBZSjGI/AAAAAAAAASE/XMoyVU74pGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxBZSjGI/AAAAAAAAASE/XMoyVU74pGQ/s320/DSC_0427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134667773512802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />playing<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mclq6p5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0HyZD1fqg8E/s1600-h/DSC_0344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mclq6p5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0HyZD1fqg8E/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043933117756909458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on our last day there, we went dogsledding! we got to drive them ourselves and went through the lyngen alps, stopping at lunchtime to have reindeer stew and hot chocolate. it was one of those experiences that makes you lost for words it was so beautiful and exhilarating.<br /><br />ali and myself with a couple of 'my' dogs<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEbRZSjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/v4MFpnAQDrY/s1600-h/Norway_IMG_0611.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEbRZSjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/v4MFpnAQDrY/s320/Norway_IMG_0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042136493134613810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCyxZSjKI/AAAAAAAAASk/85rV5ZjAUkg/s1600-h/DSC_0480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCyxZSjKI/AAAAAAAAASk/85rV5ZjAUkg/s320/DSC_0480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134697838283938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxxZSjII/AAAAAAAAASU/rsdh3P__cbA/s1600-h/DSC_0467.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxxZSjII/AAAAAAAAASU/rsdh3P__cbA/s320/DSC_0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134680658414722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxRZSjHI/AAAAAAAAASM/w3a3K7tHss0/s1600-h/DSC_0452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflCxRZSjHI/AAAAAAAAASM/w3a3K7tHss0/s320/DSC_0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042134672068480114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4RZSjNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OrJgQgdqHyY/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4RZSjNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OrJgQgdqHyY/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042135891839192274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />next we went to say g'day to some reindeer (and apologise for our lunch) and also to see if we could see the northern lights. we weren't very optimistic since it was classed as 'low activity' that night but it was enough to do us! the only way i could describe it was as if coloured sand was blowing through the sky, continually changing. with the windchill that night it was -30, but ali stayed out there for ages looking at it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEbRZSjUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kToSyMtXVoQ/s1600-h/Norway_IMG_0728.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflEbRZSjUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kToSyMtXVoQ/s320/Norway_IMG_0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042136493134613826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4xZSjPI/AAAAAAAAATM/yeEP773r1sY/s1600-h/IMG_0456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4xZSjPI/AAAAAAAAATM/yeEP773r1sY/s320/IMG_0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042135900429126898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />as for me, i was happy to get back in front of the fire in the sami tent and see if i could reaquaint myself with my feet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4hZSjOI/AAAAAAAAATE/lTqjWXbSCMc/s1600-h/IMG_0452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RflD4hZSjOI/AAAAAAAAATE/lTqjWXbSCMc/s320/IMG_0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042135896134159586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on the way back our incredibly entertaining, chatty tour guide told us that we could tell him when we wanted to take pictures and he'd stop. in my defence, it was really pretty but it WAS technically on a norwegian freeway. it wasn't a great idea to stop but he did, and out of nowhere the cops arrived, lights and all. ali and rich hunkered down in the back seat, the chatty tour guide put up the bonnet and told me to talk to them and i stood there helplessly with my camera in hand saying one of the two most globally recognised words, "OK" (the other one is cocacola, didn't think it would be as appropriate) as they shouted at me in norwegian, pointed in a direction, and got rapidly more agitated and red in the face. eventually they gave up and left. this picture SO isn't worth it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mdVq6p7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/DnFq5VyqdkM/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rf-mdVq6p7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/DnFq5VyqdkM/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043933130641811378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(RA)= richard (my brother-in-law)'s pics. he's amazing, check out his site:<br /><a href="http://www.pbase.com/arjay">http://www.pbase.com/arjay</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-1116216426319609320?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-11252833613501195332007-02-25T00:12:00.000+10:002007-03-14T19:18:09.227+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWve7lcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5MAL9qiOK8s/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWve7lcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5MAL9qiOK8s/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039559160056485314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it comes as no surprise that switzerland is beautiful - every town seems to be nestled at the bottom of impossibly high, picturesque mountains and/or on stunning rivers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe66BZSi_I/AAAAAAAAARM/sQEpHHvUM9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe66BZSi_I/AAAAAAAAARM/sQEpHHvUM9Y/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041703813834247154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe7ghZSjAI/AAAAAAAAARU/1InUh61IzNs/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe7ghZSjAI/AAAAAAAAARU/1InUh61IzNs/s320/IMG_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041704475259210754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />not only that, the streets themselves are gorgeous.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdj_e7lhI/AAAAAAAAANU/KLkuCxNWaY8/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdj_e7lhI/AAAAAAAAANU/KLkuCxNWaY8/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560487201379858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i took squillions of photos, each of a landscape more beautiful than the last. this was especially true of jungfraujoch, a mountain accessable by a slightly scary train ride 3.5kms up in the sky. nothing made me realise the altitude more than when i went to open the sandwich i'd brought up with me and the packaging exploded from pressure :-o<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAacPe7lWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PWnrdLlcoFA/s1600-h/DSC_0503.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAacPe7lWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PWnrdLlcoFA/s320/DSC_0503.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAacve7lZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-He80ecnjw/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAacve7lZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-He80ecnjw/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWfe7lbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TpQQ7XVlj28/s1600-h/DSC_0538.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWfe7lbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TpQQ7XVlj28/s320/DSC_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039559155761518002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the japenese tourists visiting had organised a st.bernard at the bottom of the mountain for photo ops [awww... and also check out the skiier stacking it in the background]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe5sRZSi9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-jCahEEICNs/s1600-h/DSC_0584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe5sRZSi9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-jCahEEICNs/s320/DSC_0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041702478099418066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and it seems that they thought that i was on the top of the mountain for photo ops too - SO many people came charging up to me, put their arms around me and apparently pledged peace for their holiday pics. they'll be showing them to their friends, "and here is me with a giant swiss girl". pah.<br /><br />i then spent a sweet day with my lovely local tour guide at kleine scheidegg,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe65hZSi-I/AAAAAAAAARE/LgJJxBWMhU8/s1600-h/DSC_0554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe65hZSi-I/AAAAAAAAARE/LgJJxBWMhU8/s320/DSC_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041703805244312546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />where they have an apres-ski teepee with ecclectic music taste: from christmas carols to top 40 girl bands to ac/dc in 10 mins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJ_e7lmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s4n6bycSbQw/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJ_e7lmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s4n6bycSbQw/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039565538082920034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />most meals in switzerland seem to include cheese... none more so than raclette, which is pretty much melted cheese on a <span style="font-style: italic;">plate </span>(note the difference to fondue). even rivella, maybe to the swiss what vegemite is to aussies, includes cheese whey. here's my swiss lunch, en guete! :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJve7llI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3JyDbsJlH14/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJve7llI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3JyDbsJlH14/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039565533787952722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i then went to luzern for fasnacht, a crazy festival which seems to pretty much just entail everyone getting dressed up in elaborate costumes, playing music and partying for no good reason. from the outset i could tell it wasn't going to be a normal day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_hZSi1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/bOt92hFxBto/s1600-h/DSC_0228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_hZSi1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/bOt92hFxBto/s320/DSC_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041698410765388626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe23BZSi7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/SV4xHG97oBg/s1600-h/DSC_0317.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe23BZSi7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/SV4xHG97oBg/s320/DSC_0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699364248128434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and it wasn't - it was amazing...!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JxZSirI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bzPdfERYVgI/s1600-h/DSC_0077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JxZSirI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bzPdfERYVgI/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041696387835792050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0KBZSisI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9sT4Idqzey8/s1600-h/DSC_0092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0KBZSisI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9sT4Idqzey8/s320/DSC_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041696392130759362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1BhZSiuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zW-Ne5YKqQg/s1600-h/DSC_0104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1BhZSiuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zW-Ne5YKqQg/s320/DSC_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041697345613499106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1-xZSizI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Gqy0nDCgXDE/s1600-h/DSC_0201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1-xZSizI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Gqy0nDCgXDE/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041698397880486706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JhZSiqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5CnYIQF7P2U/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JhZSiqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5CnYIQF7P2U/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041696383540824738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22RZSi4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/zB9VCzSk-wg/s1600-h/DSC_0253.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22RZSi4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/zB9VCzSk-wg/s320/DSC_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699351363226498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22hZSi5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/274TpqJSaio/s1600-h/DSC_0269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22hZSi5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/274TpqJSaio/s320/DSC_0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699355658193810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22xZSi6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/GJq9BqDNv8U/s1600-h/DSC_0287.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe22xZSi6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/GJq9BqDNv8U/s320/DSC_0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699359953161122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the masks were works of art in themselves...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_RZSi0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0hNQAMWQx-c/s1600-h/DSC_0207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_RZSi0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0hNQAMWQx-c/s320/DSC_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041698406470421314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1CRZSixI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NAxKootNDjk/s1600-h/DSC_0176.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1CRZSixI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NAxKootNDjk/s320/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041697358498401042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_xZSi2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/CnRb9Gx1CO0/s1600-h/DSC_0232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1_xZSi2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/CnRb9Gx1CO0/s320/DSC_0232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041698415060355938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i hoped to visit the weeping lion memorial to fallen swiss guards, but when i eventually found it, it too had been taken over with revellers. although it seemed a little disrespectful, i guess it would cheer up the departed spirits a little...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1ChZSiyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C_rCoJXzK1k/s1600-h/DSC_0181.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1ChZSiyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C_rCoJXzK1k/s320/DSC_0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041697362793368354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />these are some crazy guys who followed me for a couple of blocks after i said "excuse me" because they wanted to practice their english. once i got over my 'stranger danger' fears, they actually turned out to be quite charming!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJfe7lkI/AAAAAAAAANs/bJrCK7iHaM0/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAiJfe7lkI/AAAAAAAAANs/bJrCK7iHaM0/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039565529492985410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i kept taking photos of kids, luckily i'm not a creepy guy or the parents wouldn't have been so happy. the kids did attack me back though, so it's fair.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JRZSipI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zBwdhTulNGc/s1600-h/DSC_0043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0JRZSipI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zBwdhTulNGc/s320/DSC_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041696379245857426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0KRZSitI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AHUIImal3Eg/s1600-h/DSC_0102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe0KRZSitI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AHUIImal3Eg/s320/DSC_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041696396425726674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />luzern itself is gorgeous<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1BxZSivI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EtgSor94c18/s1600-h/DSC_0112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1BxZSivI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EtgSor94c18/s320/DSC_0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041697349908466418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i wanted to have my pic taken there... but was again confettied by a random reveller a second before the pic was taken - ah well, how fasnacht :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdkPe7ljI/AAAAAAAAANk/4PlzaeLqbbI/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdkPe7ljI/AAAAAAAAANk/4PlzaeLqbbI/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560491496347186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my inquisitive swan friend<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWPe7laI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2DrBRgkd8To/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAcWPe7laI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2DrBRgkd8To/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039559151466550690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1CBZSiwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1LI-DxwKAE4/s1600-h/DSC_0113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe1CBZSiwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1LI-DxwKAE4/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041697354203433730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />just before i left the lovely city of geneva i made a pact with the Statue of Great Jugs that i would return :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdjfe7lfI/AAAAAAAAANE/MENsxFq2JW0/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAdjfe7lfI/AAAAAAAAANE/MENsxFq2JW0/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560478611445234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />phew! after switzerland i felt a little like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe2ABZSi3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZVSmxvlrCM8/s1600-h/DSC_0233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rfe2ABZSi3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZVSmxvlrCM8/s320/DSC_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041698419355323250" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAacve7lZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-He80ecnjw/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-1125283361350119533?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-59712070241310860112007-02-21T23:55:00.000+10:002007-03-08T00:11:04.899+10:00then on to france, actually the french alps (sounds a little more exotic). when i told fi i was coming to europe and she told me she was actually going to be on a skiing holiday, i didn't sigh and make other plans, oh no - i crashed her skiing holiday. let this be a lesson to you all: never idly invite an aussie anywhere, they WILL come.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_mnrG3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9YRmjAw60xE/s1600-h/IMG_0132-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_mnrG3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9YRmjAw60xE/s320/IMG_0132-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039182729563544434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fi was there with her family and family friends who were all really welcoming and friendly:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F-mnrG0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qJpal4-o0Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0111-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F-mnrG0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qJpal4-o0Hs/s320/IMG_0111-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039182712383675202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the snow was amazing, and i experienced my first real powder.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_WnrG2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/skLRxCn8XHc/s1600-h/IMG_0128-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_WnrG2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/skLRxCn8XHc/s320/IMG_0128-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039182725268577122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />deep powder!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7Gp2nrG5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Kq1xzY2CZTo/s1600-h/IMG_0202-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7Gp2nrG5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Kq1xzY2CZTo/s320/IMG_0202-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039183455413017490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i also realised that europeans are picky about skiing weather "it should snow, but only at night, and during the day the sky should be pure blue with only a hint of cloud and the temperature should be no greater than -2 and no less than -4"... like aussies are picky about beach weather "it should be sunny, but with a couple of clouds for contrast. the wind should be enough to take the edge off the heat but not enough to ruffle your hair. the temperature should be no less than 29 and no greater than 34".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_2nrG4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ows4xlTeT1s/s1600-h/IMG_0182-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7F_2nrG4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ows4xlTeT1s/s320/IMG_0182-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039182733858511746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my first gluvine with fi and rory<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7HZ2nrG6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jz9GN06MvDM/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7HZ2nrG6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jz9GN06MvDM/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039184280046738338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />thanks chick, i had a great time!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-5971207024131086011?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-4111127225997294362007-02-20T05:19:00.000+10:002007-03-14T16:58:36.893+10:00so at 6:30am on a warm brissie morning my epic travels began and i felt the thrill of the impeding adventure. my flight didn't actually leave for another 2 1/2 hours though, by which point i'd had as much fun as you can have on a thursday monring at the airport (also possible in 10 mins - the cheap thrill of sending a postcard *before* you leave! how terribly droll!) the thrill of the impending adventure, needless to say, had worn somewhat thinner... lindsay lohan on a bad day thinner... (<-influence of trashy mags!) walking from the terminal at sydney, a celebrity brushed by with his entrourage. although i immediately recognised him, he also looked like a bloated, obnoxious, talentless prig, so i would have known it was russell crowe. i gave him a look to convey that whilst i acknowledge his celebrity, i hold 'naught but disdain for him. ooooh, bet that smarted. anyway i made my way to san fran comfortably as i had 3 seats to stretch out on (san fran ain't as popular as it used to be i guess...) but unlike napalm i really hate the smell of fake eggs and nasty sausage in the morning. evidently, i hate it more than i remembered. curse you united airlines! why? 4 words: leaking air sickness bags [shudder]. and more so, the TWO attendants that asked with childlike curiosity "so what's IN therrrrre?" what, pray tell, am i supposed to put in a VOMIT BAG? sheesh. i decided, once i'd replaced my breakfast, to adventure in san fran. it's a lovely city although rain-soaked both half days i was there. i saw all the typical sights (fisherman's wharf, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATq_e7lRI/AAAAAAAAALE/kSm4AVH8eVE/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATq_e7lRI/AAAAAAAAALE/kSm4AVH8eVE/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549612344186130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63f2nrGgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n1lFtch74tk/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63f2nrGgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n1lFtch74tk/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br />the seals,<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASEve7lNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ObESi8w6TkM/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASEve7lNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ObESi8w6TkM/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039547855702562002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATp_e7lPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zzWu91AmIzU/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATp_e7lPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zzWu91AmIzU/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549595164316914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />alcatraz,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATpve7lOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GTzj7rslsbo/s1600-h/DSC_0040-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATpve7lOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GTzj7rslsbo/s320/DSC_0040-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549590869349602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASB_e7lKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfj1kLRSJU0/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASB_e7lKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfj1kLRSJU0/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039547808457921698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the tourist area,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATqfe7lQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OW6yw-EMX3Q/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATqfe7lQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OW6yw-EMX3Q/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549603754251522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASCfe7lMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XL6Jl8i7UDc/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASCfe7lMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XL6Jl8i7UDc/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039547817047856322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />golden gate bridge in the mist, ahhh-inducing)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63gGnrGhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8lKpskuhNt8/s1600-h/IMG_0065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63gGnrGhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8lKpskuhNt8/s320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfebVhZSinI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HQ2bN3Ew3SE/s1600-h/IMG_0065-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfebVhZSinI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HQ2bN3Ew3SE/s320/IMG_0065-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041669101908560498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"> </a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and made quasi-friends with my brash american youth hostel roomies, who i trusted to the extent where my precious camera doubled as my teddy bear at night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASCPe7lLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/v4ay0_5CMi8/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfASCPe7lLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/v4ay0_5CMi8/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039547812752889010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i went to a brill tapas restaurant trish recommended and then to a couple of dive bars that confirmed stereotypes: 1. the guys really do 'pay three while the girls get in free' <-blink182 from back in the day 2. american people are annoying 3. american beer is the worst in the world. truly hideous. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAUbfe7lUI/AAAAAAAAALc/neAZluclYGg/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAUbfe7lUI/AAAAAAAAALc/neAZluclYGg/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039550445567841602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the next day i managed to get myself on tv! i was taking a pic of a guy holding a sign proclaiming "big questions of the universe answered here" <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7B2GnrGyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W1GFGAHsC6o/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7B2GnrGyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W1GFGAHsC6o/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039178168308276002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and was sucked in by a reporter. she filmed my questions, then my 'reaction' 5 mins later. awkard much staring straight ahead nodding at nothing while a camera is in your face! look out for me on some hard-hitting show, or possibly news filler. also that day, i'd stopped by golden gate park, which looked great on the map. SUCKS in real life. these pictures actually makes it look like it's okay <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63gmnrGiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/md07lRmoWQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re63gmnrGiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/md07lRmoWQ8/s320/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfebWBZSioI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zda6wZF1GhA/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfebWBZSioI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zda6wZF1GhA/s320/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041669110498495106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAUa_e7lTI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pe5xfAvEgtw/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfAUa_e7lTI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pe5xfAvEgtw/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039550436977906994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATrPe7lSI/AAAAAAAAALM/QrgXh_GH6Y0/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RfATrPe7lSI/AAAAAAAAALM/QrgXh_GH6Y0/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549616639153442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but really it's half-arsed excuse for a forest between two motorways and it's somehow still creepy. this was confirmed by my roommate when i was whinging about it later and he piped up with "yeah i know what you mean. .... and ever since i found that dead naked prositute in a barrel there, it hasn't been the same for me..."<br />to quote every american, aWWWWWesome.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-411112722599729436?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-3991083657747721422007-02-01T22:59:00.000+10:002007-04-01T15:17:09.076+10:00no, she didn't say it once. we all tried.<br /><br />ginny, my oirish friend extraordinaire, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67aGnrGqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8rOT-XzzfmU/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67aGnrGqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8rOT-XzzfmU/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039171090202172066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />came to visit me in brisvegas. it was lovely to have her, and my roomies agreed so much that they wouldn't let her leave when i went to europe. in fact, i believe they tried to convince her to take my room permanently. bastards.<br />we mainly shot the breeze and did a few touristy things, including a surf carnival<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83sf50lVI/AAAAAAAAAag/WlCVI8s4LZw/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83sf50lVI/AAAAAAAAAag/WlCVI8s4LZw/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314944923407698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />miss v chose an appropriate t-shirt for the day...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg85__50lWI/AAAAAAAAAao/Nva06kmD7E8/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg85__50lWI/AAAAAAAAAao/Nva06kmD7E8/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317478954112354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and managed to (mostly) look like she wasn't checking out the talent<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83r_50lTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_vqhZyyX8Wk/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83r_50lTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_vqhZyyX8Wk/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314936333473074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i learnt what happens when you discreetly try and take pictures at one of these things (it was *solely* because of their matching togs and the background, really)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86AP50lXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8fhPKzfW9QU/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86AP50lXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8fhPKzfW9QU/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317483249079666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86Av50lYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7g4KMm_zT30/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86Av50lYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7g4KMm_zT30/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317491839014274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />stevo's crew did well but were unlucky with waves<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88P_50lhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/bOQIqXq3Yog/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88P_50lhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/bOQIqXq3Yog/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048319952855275026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83rP50lRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F4R2LT0S850/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83rP50lRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F4R2LT0S850/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314923448571154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(not as unlucky as these guys though)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg87Bv50lcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_lecnfFpwEo/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg87Bv50lcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_lecnfFpwEo/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048318608530511298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />all the lifesavers were obviously competing, and i kept thinking of the irony if people were to have drowned during the comp....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg8_Zf50llI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QWZoevXX198/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg8_Zf50llI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QWZoevXX198/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048323414598915666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86Bf50laI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2DFwY3bSjls/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86Bf50laI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2DFwY3bSjls/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317504723916194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in fact, sometimes it seemed people were lucky not to have been killed during the comp!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86A_50lZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NhJdI0X2vvo/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg86A_50lZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NhJdI0X2vvo/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048317496133981586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we watched some flag races<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88Qv50lkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kVPP6-cJOF0/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88Qv50lkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kVPP6-cJOF0/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048319965740176962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88Qf50ljI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YEuG3Lw5PUE/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg88Qf50ljI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YEuG3Lw5PUE/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048319961445209650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hash showed who is his #1<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg87BP50lbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QdFxTjgWV8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg87BP50lbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QdFxTjgWV8Y/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048318599940576690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and we meandered off for a relaxing lunch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83sP50lUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/l3k2EQnGP8E/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rg83sP50lUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/l3k2EQnGP8E/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314940628440386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the next day we went to noosa ... lovely...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67Z2nrGpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dCjF0KOqvMU/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67Z2nrGpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dCjF0KOqvMU/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039171085907204754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67aWnrGrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZjFaGo_k5rs/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67aWnrGrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZjFaGo_k5rs/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039171094497139378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then the self-conscious hover in knee deep water :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7CsGnrGzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4qe2h9NgNXk/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re7CsGnrGzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4qe2h9NgNXk/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039179096021211954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re69A2nrGuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TF51-92Gu0c/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re69A2nrGuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TF51-92Gu0c/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039172855433730786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />miss ya ginny, the roomies are still hassling me: when are you coming back for good? remember... beaches.... sun...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re69BWnrGvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kPAz2aWnSAg/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re69BWnrGvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kPAz2aWnSAg/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039172864023665394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />so where the bloody hell are ya?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Re67a2nrGtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tUnwpTerCqk/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-399108365774772142?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-36194247998692218062007-01-15T12:46:00.000+10:002007-01-16T10:40:09.165+10:00it doesn't take much convincing to believe that science isn't exactly the most glamorous occupation. combine crazy work hours with requirements to wear flat, enclosed-toe shoes, hair tied back, safety glasses at all times, high neck lab coats and latex gloves.. mmm good look. scientists tend to stick with other scientists who understand. an example in point is the flourishing lab romance between steve c. and tiff - engaged and all! (bet the ring gets caught on the gloves though...)<br />so. this is what a 'normal' workday is (note the safety glasses and hair in"fringe"ment, oops) - 'tis me, looking at transgenic spleens with my boss. this photo is going to be in a textbook, oh just imagine all the youth turning up in droves to science courses after being inspired by this shot! the excitement on our faces! how we do love spleens!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rars-PGCLvI/AAAAAAAAACE/nv26J2wePGA/s1600-h/FluoroMic.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rars-PGCLvI/AAAAAAAAACE/nv26J2wePGA/s320/FluoroMic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020085288605724402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />....and this is what the ladies in the lab really are like underneath our coats, for once releasing our inner glam. elke and i organised this calendar as a fundraiser for ovarian cancer research, i'm sure you'll all be contacting me wanting copies! thanks heaps to elke for all her help, and most especially to hash for his patience in shooting it and dealing with me demanding the photos to look like my "vision" as well as with all the ladies being impossibly fussy about their shots ;-) i'm happy with the final product, enjoy!<br /><br /><br />angels/january<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasoqvGCLxI/AAAAAAAAACY/REkWlGdPJno/s1600-h/angels+jan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasoqvGCLxI/AAAAAAAAACY/REkWlGdPJno/s320/angels+jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020150924295941906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorPGCLyI/AAAAAAAAACg/5cJDWjniSq8/s1600-h/angels+jan+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorPGCLyI/AAAAAAAAACg/5cJDWjniSq8/s320/angels+jan+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020150932885876514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />trish/february<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass8PGCMFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UJsamWHH0Ms/s1600-h/trish+feb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass8PGCMFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UJsamWHH0Ms/s320/trish+feb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155622990164050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />angry ang/february<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasoqPGCLwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3DVJvUo9c0Y/s1600-h/ang+feb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasoqPGCLwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3DVJvUo9c0Y/s320/ang+feb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020150915706007298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />GI jane/march<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspxfGCL5I/AAAAAAAAADY/sYhy4ny4t_o/s1600-h/gi+march.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspxfGCL5I/AAAAAAAAADY/sYhy4ny4t_o/s320/gi+march.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152139771686802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me/april<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorvGCL0I/AAAAAAAAACw/kQMCt7a5Vzk/s1600-h/april+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorvGCL0I/AAAAAAAAACw/kQMCt7a5Vzk/s320/april+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020150941475811138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mel/april<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrXvGCL-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/cvkuGrp5rds/s1600-h/mel+april.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrXvGCL-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/cvkuGrp5rds/s320/mel+april.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020153896413310946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />anne/may<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorfGCLzI/AAAAAAAAACo/6_G5kRwFOqQ/s1600-h/anne+march+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasorfGCLzI/AAAAAAAAACo/6_G5kRwFOqQ/s320/anne+march+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020150937180843826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mmm...media cocktails.../june<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrWfGCL8I/AAAAAAAAADw/y1NCfg7g8fM/s1600-h/media+cocktail+june.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrWfGCL8I/AAAAAAAAADw/y1NCfg7g8fM/s320/media+cocktail+june.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020153874938474434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrXPGCL9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uzXTKGa4Ti8/s1600-h/media+cocktail+june+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrXPGCL9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uzXTKGa4Ti8/s320/media+cocktail+june+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020153887823376338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />lani/july<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrV_GCL7I/AAAAAAAAADo/lIJWwSlNYRY/s1600-h/lani+july.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrV_GCL7I/AAAAAAAAADo/lIJWwSlNYRY/s320/lani+july.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020153866348539826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />erica/july<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Raspw_GCL4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pb905wzrDTo/s1600-h/erica+july+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Raspw_GCL4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pb905wzrDTo/s320/erica+july+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152131181752194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />jane/august<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrVfGCL6I/AAAAAAAAADg/8XDW7swxeVI/s1600-h/jane+august.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RasrVfGCL6I/AAAAAAAAADg/8XDW7swxeVI/s320/jane+august.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020153857758605218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />richa/september<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassVvGCL_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KFj8e52r1UY/s1600-h/richa+sept.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassVvGCL_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KFj8e52r1UY/s320/richa+sept.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020154961565200370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tiff/october<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassW_GCMCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hI53x-oPRfg/s1600-h/tiffany+oct+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassW_GCMCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hI53x-oPRfg/s320/tiffany+oct+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020154983040036898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...tiff again<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassYPGCMDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YKNnZImLCz0/s1600-h/tiffany+oct+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassYPGCMDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YKNnZImLCz0/s320/tiffany+oct+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155004514873394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />elke/november<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspwPGCL2I/AAAAAAAAADA/tNoQkrYGX_o/s1600-h/elks+extra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspwPGCL2I/AAAAAAAAADA/tNoQkrYGX_o/s320/elks+extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152118296850274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />elke again<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspwvGCL3I/AAAAAAAAADI/18XJx51nY28/s1600-h/elks+november.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspwvGCL3I/AAAAAAAAADI/18XJx51nY28/s320/elks+november.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152126886784882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tara/december<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassV_GCMAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pTwvRm-Sj-Q/s1600-h/tara+december.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassV_GCMAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pTwvRm-Sj-Q/s320/tara+december.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020154965860167682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />val and sam/january 2008<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass8fGCMGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d6baSAASVh4/s1600-h/val+and+sam+jan+2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass8fGCMGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d6baSAASVh4/s320/val+and+sam+jan+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155627285131362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />grrr baby, very grr!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass7vGCMEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3FFsYqTQ5hQ/s1600-h/tiger+lab+ladies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/Rass7vGCMEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3FFsYqTQ5hQ/s320/tiger+lab+ladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155614400229442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />teamwork :-)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassWPGCMBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cxndSU1BgRM/s1600-h/teamwork.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RassWPGCMBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cxndSU1BgRM/s320/teamwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020154970155134994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />farewell<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspvvGCL1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/uX7EFuwAKLY/s1600-h/back+cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaspvvGCL1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/uX7EFuwAKLY/s320/back+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152109706915666" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-3619424799869221806?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-48998978611284790912007-01-08T22:20:00.000+10:002007-01-09T21:45:17.747+10:00i've been told off recently for my erratic blogging and so i shall attempt to remedy this before my oh-so-exciting trip overseas in 4 - count them - 4 - little weeks!<br />these pics are once again a little belated but oh well. stevo and i took a trip up the glasshouse mountians and while there checked out gardener's falls, a little place that's un-signposted (like so many of the great things around brisbane) but was really cool. i never would have found it! <-but then again, that's not saying much...<br />the walk to the falls was beautiful in itself, how's the serenity... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4NEMiyYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UFOTzNQx68s/s1600-h/PA020028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4NEMiyYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UFOTzNQx68s/s320/PA020028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017634731959961986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the falls were not really that high for experienced cliff-jumpers, but i ain't one of them. there's a certain amount of logic that you have to override to take a runoff from slippery rocks with an outcrop below and hope that you end up in the water... stevo was game straight away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4OUMiybI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ra5xi3FTkNc/s1600-h/PA030083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4OUMiybI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ra5xi3FTkNc/s320/PA030083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017634753434798514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />while i took awhile longer, a little embarrassed at how the 10 year olds were jumping from the tree above without any hesitation.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4N0MiyaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MgLaacWVN40/s1600-h/PA030079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4N0MiyaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MgLaacWVN40/s320/PA030079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017634744844863906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tis a good feeling once you make it though :-)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4NUMiyZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bzw2Eigf7fM/s1600-h/PA030071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI4NUMiyZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bzw2Eigf7fM/s320/PA030071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017634736254929298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but nothing beats the proper ocean... which brings me to things i love about summer:<br />the beach (obviously!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6J0MiyfI/AAAAAAAAABM/XvWmpztJNLA/s1600-h/PB260040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6J0MiyfI/AAAAAAAAABM/XvWmpztJNLA/s320/PB260040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017636875148642802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />being relaxed<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6KEMiygI/AAAAAAAAABU/00ZG2I8GWUo/s1600-h/PB260041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6KEMiygI/AAAAAAAAABU/00ZG2I8GWUo/s320/PB260041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017636879443610114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />being relaxed enough even to consider a cricket test 'sport'<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6I0MiycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AUk5mDIJOSQ/s1600-h/PB240016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6I0MiycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AUk5mDIJOSQ/s320/PB240016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017636857968773570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />having a laugh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6JUMiyeI/AAAAAAAAABE/FLOwjHoWAyA/s1600-h/PB260025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6JUMiyeI/AAAAAAAAABE/FLOwjHoWAyA/s320/PB260025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017636866558708194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />taking wanders around and seeing things you might not have otherwise<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6JEMiydI/AAAAAAAAAA8/faC8j0tU5ZY/s1600-h/PB260018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICVCSzZZO0g/RaI6JEMiydI/AAAAAAAAAA8/faC8j0tU5ZY/s320/PB260018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017636862263740882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />almost makes the sweat worth it!<br /><br />ps. merry christmas... yeah i noticed it happened but i didn't take my camera home and adelaide is, after all, adelaide, and doesn't change greatly...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-4899897861128479091?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1164873380859686282006-11-30T17:46:00.000+10:002006-11-30T22:07:34.483+10:00beautiful valerie had her re-21st last weekend so we went out for a top japanese meal complete with the dodgy chef....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/471963/IMG_1777.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/412185/IMG_1777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and top chicks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/618591/IMG_1789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/936093/IMG_1789.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />val and i fit in our 'signature pose'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/450174/IMG_1796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/45285/IMG_1796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and mixed it up a little (just a little)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/636817/IMG_1792.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/415342/IMG_1792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then for drinks and dancing....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/989146/IMG_1799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/277693/IMG_1799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/521760/IMG_1821.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/43930/IMG_1821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/576562/IMG_1802.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/560726/IMG_1802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />with a couple of inexplicable photers :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/489053/IMG_1807.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/322705/IMG_1807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/934378/IMG_1809.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/918931/IMG_1809.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/440485/IMG_1801.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116487338085968628?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1164889872439912052006-11-28T22:08:00.000+10:002006-11-30T22:31:12.543+10:00i went to adelaide a couple of weekends ago for a wedding. the wedding was lovely<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/888304/PB180033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/583860/PB180033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />although in hindsight stilettos don't go with garden weddings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/403089/PB180036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/558475/PB180036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it was a long, fun day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/72962/PB190066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/933575/PB190066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on sunday i got to catch up with some of my awesome friends<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/74374/PB190079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/396512/PB190079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and see whazzup with the puppy and mom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/89549/PB200092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/548713/PB200092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/1600/903341/PB200088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7808/1969/320/934257/PB200088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />'twas a quick trip but *i'll be back*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116488987243991205?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1163113409836093742006-11-15T08:59:00.000+10:002006-11-30T22:08:12.976+10:00"eh?" you say shaking your head... for you know that verily, the words "science" and "sexy" do in fact exist, however your feeble brain cannot allow their existence in close proximity to each other. well, tiny non-geek, consider THIS! [insert dramatic flourish here]<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20027.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20016.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Andy"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Andy%27s%20Pictures%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BAM!<br /><br />i love melbourne cup day ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116311340983609374?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1163035010951211772006-11-09T10:43:00.000+10:002006-11-30T22:35:36.343+10:00these pics concern val's halloween party. i could try some witty commentary, but instead i'll just leave you with a "voila! enjoy!" thanks heaps for taking all the pics, hashi xoxo<br />ps. also check out sammie's blog of halloween (<a href="http://girtbygeeks.blogspot.com/2006/11/trick-or-treat.html">trick or treat</a>) and of <a href="http://girtbygeeks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-come-from-salt-water-people.html">fraser</a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7506.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7506.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7514.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7514.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7516.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7516.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7531.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7531.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7590.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7590.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7588.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7588.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7580.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7584.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7587.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7587.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7579.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7567.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7567.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7558.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7573.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7573.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7532.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7532.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7554.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7554.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7535.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7535.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7527.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7517.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7517.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in my estimation, the best photo of the night :-) even catwoman can't win when you've got a devil on your side<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7540.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_7539.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_7539.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />apres-party dancing at the regatta. can't believe they had no trouble letting me in, blood spattered as i was, while mr. incredible was given the nth degree...<br />hash/monkey magic<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Image004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yes, that's really sam!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Image006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mmmm, now that's ap"peel"ing ;-)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Image009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and on an unrelated note: I was parking today and as per usual, there was one tiny space in the ‘free parking ‘ area. I say as per usual not because there are often free parks, oh no, but that there are often free parks that require speccy parking when I am alone. My brilliance in unassisted reverse parallel parking only occurs without witnesses, and the pain this causes me is something akin to a golfer’s upon getting a hole in one when all their friends are looking away - if a perfect reverse parallel park occurs and no one is there to see it, does it mean I’m a good parker? Well. As I was saying because I so rudely interrupted myself, this morning as I was once again exhibiting my parking skills solo, sighing mournfully a little as I wrenched up the parking brake, I looked up to see two lesbian hippies actually applauding me. I did the little hand wave acknowledgement all cool like but now, it’s a good hour later and I’m still stoked,. They – well – they made my day. Bless you, lesbian hippies. Patchouli rocks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116303501095121177?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1162554137470762252006-11-01T21:03:00.000+10:002006-11-03T21:44:09.673+10:00fraser island is a hassle to get to. it requires getting up 2 hours before stupid o'clock and driving for hours to get to a crazy sand-boggy entrance to a ferry dock, a ferry ride, and 100km of driving along a beach and then inland tracks, all of which seem to require getting bogged about 5 times per attempt...<br />pah! you say. not worth it! there are perfectly fine beaches 40 mins away. ahh yes, i reply, shaking my head slightly.<br />is THIS 40 mins away?? BAM!!<br /><br />indian heads. the water is so clear you can see sharks and stingrays from up here...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0634.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the obligatory island picturesque shipwreck<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />club boggery. these guys sit there with tinnies and scorecards, rating each truck's effort in getting up the soft sand slope. we bogged thrice and i believe scored a 2.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0624.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />too small for tea ;-) the boys went spearfishing and got a huge dewfish (?) and (oooh) barracuda which fed our small army, bless! fresh fish on a camping trip...mmm....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0706.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sam modelling the rock...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0751.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0751.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i got a little carried away doing the same. what's that cry..? poooooooossssssssssseeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0763.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0763.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0737.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0737.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0735.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0735.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />helping some german boys unbog their car. their rather decorated car is called 'sugarbabe' and for our efforts they kindly said that we could donate to their bumper bar collection ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0688.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the beautiful 'westsiiide' of the island<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0885.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0885.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0859.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0821.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />champagne pools<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0933.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0936.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ocean lake<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0807.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0813.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0826.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />elke/aka "just add water"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0816.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on our last day we stopped off at ely creek<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0966.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />where the water was cold<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0957.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and oh-so fast flowing ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0962.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0962.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />one more pose: chicks on the fourby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0969.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0969.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we realised that the warnings to be careful and drive safe on the island are in fact warranted:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0980.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0980.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then it was time to go back to civilisation...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0977.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116255413747076225?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1161292933537281772006-10-20T07:15:00.000+10:002006-11-03T20:55:05.303+10:00if you're thinking something along the lines of 'i feed the pigeons, i sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous well being', no it's not that kind of parklife. this is more like the kind where they rope off a huge area next to the city for a music festival. brisbane turned on the sunshine again and it was a beeeautiful day...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%287%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />especially when i won JJJ tickets to the VIP area and BBQ!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2819%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the VIP area was actually at the end of the rainbow<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2817%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and the BBQ was even cooked by krafty kuts. i got celebrity nerves and just giggled when they gave me a sausage. hehehehe... gave me a sausage.<br />ever wonder what a VIP area is? well, it's still filled with sweaty people in wifebeaters, but - and here's the kicker - it's <span style="font-style: italic;">roped off </span>from the other areas. oooooh [ahhhhhh].<br />occasionally it was hard to see the acts and meant snuggling up to some people you might otherwise choose not to, especially when your head is armpit height<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2815%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(don't know what the guy in the cowboy hat is so happy about...)<br />but the ladies got the gun thrown to them<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2812%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i met some boys who could make a kebab out of a kebab, sushi, and a cigarette. inventive muchly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2813%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Daylight slowly left and a distinctly non-parklife crowd started to arrive at the queensland performing arts centre to attend their theatre events. incidentally, the arts centre is directly above the pumping music (they must have been loving spending $1o0/ticket for their theatre!)<br />at intermission, they enjoyed looking down (literally) on the irresponsible youth that their tax dollars are supporting. there was much mutual respect :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%2826%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%2826%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116129293353728177?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1161124341836743062006-10-12T08:01:00.000+10:002006-10-18T08:32:22.023+10:00we had a scientific conference up the sunshine coast last week. it was very fun, and we even did some science amongst the windsurfing, beach volleyball, surfing, parties, paintballing...<br />here's an indication of the shennanigans.<br /><br />rasta beach party with the big cheese (lab head) i'm in the afro at the back :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0340.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0393.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0393.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0413.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0413.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0471.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0471.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />first we thought we should make use of the spa baths in our rooms<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0486.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0486.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0487.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then... the much anticipated 80's party. the inspiration, perspiration and preparation follows....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0488.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0496.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />for this party it obviously involved classy outfits but also required that we present our scientific posters in our 80's gear. makes it slightly more difficult to take people seriously ;-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0498.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i was lucky enough to win a prize. although not lucky enough for it to be anything other than a prize for looking like (as a senior scientist suggested) "i belong on the street". cheers. won $8 of scratchies though!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the night continued to degenerate,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0570.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />contributing to a mega hangover the next day. luckily lovely people were on hand to bring me the requirements for sitting through a seminar feeling rotten...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i perked up enough to take part in the final activity, skirmish (kylie was not as impressed as me)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0593.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0593.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0598.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />brings a whole new meaning to "target validation" hahahahaha<br />i got shot a lot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0599.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i think it was partly because kylie and myself decided to do commando runs on people like our boss because surely they can't take us both out... right? well, no, when they're hiding behind a barrier and we're running over rough terrain it's pretty easy to take us both out. didn't cause us to change our tactics though, we're troopers. (we shouldn't be troopers)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0603.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />one of my resultant bruises. i had them on my legs, arm, and ...erm... chest region. thanks for that, G1. i was slightly disturbed to be back in the lab after then conference and ask who shot me and had at least 5 people cheerfully admit to it. bastards.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...sleepy scientists....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-116112434183674306?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1158877454145526012006-09-22T08:13:00.000+10:002006-09-24T16:26:45.470+10:00haven't had my morning coffee today yet, and i'm still flu-y. therefore, i choose to begin my description of the top 10 things that have annoyed me in the past 24 hours now.<br />1. emos. i think they should be re-named tickle me emos because dammit if anyone needs a giggle, it's them. how much would you love a tickle an emo day?!<br />2. couples who wear matching clothes of any sort, but a special mention to matching tracksuits on 50 year olds... accompanied of course with the energetic morning power-walk/butt wiggle combo.<br />3. flip-flops that break. it's positively unAustralian and means that flu-addled people trying to buy orange juice end up wandering around a shopping centre clutching the broken flip-flop, sweating, not understanding why everyone is avoiding her.<br />4. overly earnest students in deep philosophical discussions on the way to uni at 7:30am. this in itself isn't highly offensive, but for one of them to say "a parachute needs to be open if it works. your mind is like that... i mean you should keep your mind open... to catch... umm it's better if you keep it open" and for the other to counter something about the "university of life" and both without any trace of irony or humour... [shudder]<br />5. guys who continue staring at a part of your body unruffled once you've caught them at it. where did the shame go??<br />6. chicks who still insist on bleached she-mullets and frosted pink lipstick, and who by driving a bus insist that you trust them with your life.<br />7. people who can't even fill out a top 10 list.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115887745414552601?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1158827211595883272006-09-21T18:02:00.000+10:002006-09-24T16:26:07.160+10:00i'm ill again. very annoying to be constantly let down by my immune system now that i'm working in immunology. and very annoying that when i pointed that out, tiff asked if that's why i had no brain working at the brain institute. haaaaaaa.<br />unrelated to this illness of course was last weekend, which was pretty fun. hash's birthday was on friday which caused celebrations that inebriated photographers beyond photography which may have been a good thing. sat night was nissa's part-a which was (hurrah!!) 70's themed. here are some highlights ;-)<br />how to apply glitter to subtly draw attention to cleavage. pointing at it is slightly more effective...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the crew pre-partay<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />how high were my shoes? hiiighhh, man. i wasn't far out, i was far up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />here is hash. dirty, dirty sanchez.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160175.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160175.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and yet it had this effect on the lady folk:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but then again, so did elke...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160165.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hmmm..... [a la napoleon dynamite]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />stevo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />re-enactment of vision capabilities: from this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9160160.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9160160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />who are those saucy intruders?? surely not the respectable bridamo! awwwww yeah<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/P9170185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/P9170185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115882721159588327?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1159359029015976592006-09-15T19:26:00.000+10:002006-09-30T00:30:40.396+10:00hehe.... ahh when the<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />docked in brisbane it was an exciting day for all. well, mainly me. the ship was uber cool....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0226.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and they even let me sit in the captain's chair (actually an old qantas seat, the navy ain't what it used to be)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />some liked the hard core binoculars<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0176.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />while i, predictably, gravitated towards the guns. big guns :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0210.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this, however seemed a little wrong...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />all and all a very patriotic day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0268.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i got ice cream! how wholesome<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0274.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0132.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115935902901597659?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1158825519451630532006-09-10T17:21:00.000+10:002006-09-21T18:01:14.716+10:00i've been pretty stressed lately, what with uni assignments due and a lab presentation to give (but then again, it's easy to impress with glowing spleen)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />, see? and my lovely mother came to visit in the middle of all this. don't think i gave her the most carefree visit to sunny brisvegas but we got to do a couple of nice things including a trip up mt. coot-tha to watch the beautiful city lights.<br />and then of course, steve irwin died. (....can't....resist...urge...to...say... CRIKEY) ahh that's better... well it was a bit of a shock, but i think comparing it to the death of princess diana was a little rich, and hearing grief-stricken ladies replete with she-mullets tearfully wail "if all of orstraya only had a toiny bit of steve in 'em [ok i couldn't resist a little snigger there] the whole werrld would be so much better"... ermm... he was a bit of a champ about the whole conservation of nature thing but a lot of what he was about seemed to be being overly enthusiastic about not much and taking stupid risks with dangerous animals while wearing khakis. so really, was his death REALLY such a huge suprise? actually, yeah. the fact that no one believed it as a start. maybe a few years ago we would have turned on the radio or tv to hear that 'late-breaking news' alert, but here's what we all did instead:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/233527145_4471b3b800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/233527145_4471b3b800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />while he was alive he was a bit of a joke but after he died, i did feel a bit sad for his family - he did have a wife and kids and whatnot. still, that moment has passed, and now i feel that it's no longer "too soon" to joke about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/nature.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/nature.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>see? <span style="font-style: italic;">laugh </span>through your pain, orstraya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115882551945163053?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1155913448146587262006-08-19T00:38:00.000+10:002006-08-21T20:15:41.700+10:00woohoo, well i've been a crazy busy thing lately and have paid the price by getting a spring cold (technically it's winter but it's hard to take it seriously when it's 27 every day). when i've not been heading up the coast, i've made two whistle-stop trips to adelaide in the past 2 weeks... the first one was for my bargain basement trip, $80 each way. SUCH a bargain.... SUCH a bargain until you miss your flight. by TWELVE HOURS. damn that 24 hour clock.<br />when i eventually (and expensively) got to adelaide though, it was everything i'd wanted it to be... first there was a trip with mom to hahndorf (don't translate that from german, disturbing). it was sooo chilly and rainy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2585.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i even got to wear a real coat and a real scarf and have a reason to have a long beery lunch next to a fireplace :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2562.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2562.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i then had some time to catch up with my lovely pets, the stupid sula and divine cleo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2491.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2491.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then it was out to dinner with miss lucy jane, hubby kev and sis ali.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />what's ruder? talking on the phone at the table or....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />eating like this...???!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(hehe, sorry luce). dumplings. mmm... 27 bucks between 4 people including drinks! crazy prices. it was freeeezing and raining again and so we hightailed it to a drinking establishment. kev may have been the driest by the time we got there but was not the most fashion enlightened ;-) ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />'twas a good night<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it was dinner at worldsend the next night with the biggest chicken parmies i've seen..well.. since i left adelaide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20057.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i refuse to believe that all the meat came from only one chicken though, it defies belief. once the parmies were washed down with pints of pale, it was time to move on to the dodgiest pub in adelaide. mansions. adding (or perhaps removing) credibility i even knew the dj there. mana and myself did a good job on jugs of illusions<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20065.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20065.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and although i'm all for cocktails in jugs, they only take effect after 5 jugs. but then they do take effect.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20063.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20063.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />matt and i used to do a killer 'magnum' look at the camera together but apparently matt has entirely forgotten our signature pose and mine just makes me look cranky now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20059.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20059.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sigh.<br /><br />this is slightly better although matt is residually confused.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20060.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20060.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*bonus handy hint*<br />if you find it hard to keep both eyes open at once, as mosski does, have some friends assist you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ClaireVisit%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ClaireVisit%20019.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115591344814658726?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1155911792985483422006-08-13T00:24:00.000+10:002006-08-19T22:07:21.200+10:00... casa su geekus ventured forth for a sunday drive to a festival.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />well, it was more of a fair. but it was a lovely day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2288.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2288.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and it had guys dressed up as roman warriors. it was funny until one of the warriors told hash just how sharp his spear was and what it could be used for. "mmmaaaa?" was hash's intriguing response.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2282.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />claire was unfazed: "that's as close to a man in uniform as i'm going to get today" she thought as she politely made conversation.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2280.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fair frequenting forcasts famishment and they felt a craving for the nutrient-laden fare known as.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2258.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2258.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the noble hash and sam daintily consumed their morsels<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2295.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2295.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2294.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />before retiring to some needlepoint and checkers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115591179298548342?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1154846353212427472006-08-06T14:36:00.000+10:002006-08-07T09:47:44.286+10:00i went on a photographic/groupie expedition to see tim's band play last week. it was very good, those guys ROCK and tim is awesome on the drums. unfortunately although i am amazonian as dan likes to point out, i wasn't quiiite tall enough to get many pics of him doing this thang.<br />rookie mistake #1: apparently real rock groupies don't wear lipgloss or many colours other than black.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0001.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0001.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i found a shop on the way there which might just cure all my troubles.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0003.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and it'll help when i insult people. instead of the sooo 90's phrase "get a life" i can try out "sheesh, go to 185 brunswick st and buy up big". see? no? well you've got some shopping to do then son.<br /><br />rookie mistake #2: accidentally distracting the band using the AF assist<br /><br />rookie mistake #3: forgetting i didn't know how to photograph in low light until we got there, so shouting over the music to photographic guru hash "WHAT F STOP SHOULD I USE????!!"<br /><br />rookie mistake #4: jumping up and down and squealing "TIMMM! TIMMM!" when the gig's over does not make rock stars happy, especially considering #1.<br /><br />but all and all a top night. AliveMinded. i knew them before they took over the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0100.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0082.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0032.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0048.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />thanks for you patience, guru hash!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0125.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0125.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115484635321242747?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1153654420831334232006-07-23T18:23:00.000+10:002006-07-23T21:37:57.700+10:00spent a well tops weekend up the coast with stevo. we had a big night at the surf club which was supposed to be a quiet night and therefore spent sunday hungover rather than wakeboarding. still, it's nice that as a fellow ex-adeladian he understands the importance of chicken parmies and pale ale to get a night going and farmer's union iced coffee and a pie as a hangover cure. bless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2440.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2438.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2376.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2377.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2368.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2351.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2383.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115365442083133423?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1153382650585841352006-07-20T17:52:00.000+10:002006-07-23T16:08:00.890+10:00this is me (shooter) bowling. note the flair and grace. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/claire.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/claire.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>this is big gay dirty piker savant (al) bowling. note the lack of flair and grace.</p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/al.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/al.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/al.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/score.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>but note the score! pah. i blame part of the low score on persisting with my new technique consisting of facing away from the pins and pushing the ball backwards between my legs, but as for the double strike in the 10th frame, that's just pure talent. and panic.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/score.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/score.jpg" border="0" height="274" width="322" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>apologies to the hashinator who already posted these. i just wanted to pay al out more.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>oh and while i'm at it, ploise exprain this gem:</p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/bogan_couture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/bogan_couture.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>well if you're not from SA you might not get it, but believe me, it's mountain-larious (much more than hil-arious)... also as danny pointed out, it looks like it was taken in front of the magistrate's court in adelaide. can only imagine what a good impression it gave.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115338265058584135?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1152865176900128242006-07-14T18:10:00.000+10:002006-07-14T18:24:44.366+10:00yeah i know we don't call it football... and most people aren't very feverish about it at all... but c'mon, jump on the bandwagon with me.<br />for the final of the world cup, james, hash, myself, and a recent italian arrival, giovanna, went to park road at stupid o'clock (3:30am) to celebrate the italians getting their arses kicked in retaliation for them disgracefully knocking australia out of contention. well, that was how it was supposed to go. siiiiigh. i did however get a laugh out of the mild-mannered giovanna shouting out "in your face! in your face!!" when the dirty italians won though ;-)<br />and then... park road went OFF!! awesome. the cops were as into it as we were. i especially love the irony of the italians taking over the eiffel tower.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Soccer%20WC%201.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Soccer%20WC%201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Soccer%20WC%208.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Soccer%20WC%208.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Soccer%20WC%209.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Soccer%20WC%209.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Soccer%20WC%2011.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Soccer%20WC%2011.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115286517690012824?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1152621748699981642006-07-11T22:31:00.000+10:002006-07-12T13:42:30.443+10:00<span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"></span>well this was a couple of weeks ago now but i've only just gotten around to writing about it. it was the annual Winter Ball at elke's place. it's held in winter. it's a ball. .... ermm... so yeah it's a house party but everyone is all dressed up. makes all the difference.<br />how good was james' white scarf? it's not often i dig out this word, but he earnt it. <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">dapper</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2609.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2609.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2604.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2604.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2618.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2618.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ok so as the progression of pics should show just because we're dressed nicely doesn't mean we behave nicely ;-) oh and note that once again as at the toga party, mitch was tagging everyone. tagging everyone <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">everywhere</span> too wink wink.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2632.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2632.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2616.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2616.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2625.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2625.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2635.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2635.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2631.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2631.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2615.0.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115262174869998164?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1152172436397046352006-07-06T17:26:00.000+10:002006-07-06T18:03:19.840+10:00this weekend will include the last of the house parties which seem to have decended with a vengence upon fair brisvegas of late. it will also be the end of the world cup for those who haven't already jumped off the bandwagon once the freakin' italians freakin' [settle claire, settle...] ... right well, to mark this occasion of actually having to entertain myself again, and to make this week something other than the week in which i discovered that a bored claire texting is more lethal than a drunk claire texting, i shall impart some photoshopping joy (next post). and i'll bring you up to date on my life in all its trivial glory, i am but a speck in a giant whirling cosmos. but oh what a speck. some things i don't think i've written about in no particular order:<br /><br />1. the english are funny. yeah, when they take off their shirts at the beach and you realise that there IS in fact a whiter-than-white-white that dulux should really get on to, but also in the apparent paradox of them watching sport. english hooligans. english gallentry. never the twain shall meet? ixnay. i went to the afl with english john (not a coincidental nickname, he actually IS english, who'd've thunk it) and although he denies it now, i swear these things were uttered "oh <span style="font-style:italic;">bollocks</span>, ref!", "oh <span style="font-style:italic;">do</span> come on, brisbane" and a lot of "jolly good!"s. found it rather amusing but was even better watching the soccer at the pub afterwards. england scored their goal, earning an ear splitting "YES! JOLLY GOOD!....... carry on" ahahahaa.... <br />2. i've realised how much i talk about my roomies. people who have known me for a month know my roomies almost as much as they know me. i do love them very very much, they ...sniff...complete me... but seeing as i'm quite clearly not into chicks (therefore sam), i'm afraid the spotlight has turned to my relationship with the dashing hashim. as i was yelling at him to walk futher away from me this morning so the construction worker (yes, construction worker) wouldn't think i was with him, it reminded me of this excellent riposte that hashi offered upon incessant speculation a little while ago: <a href="http://chunkyd200.blogspot.com/2006/06/shiny-happy-people-posting-blogs.html">shiny happy people posting blogs</a><br />read it. understand it.<br />3. amy's birthday dinner! it was fun, beautiful food. read hash's (yes, hash hash hash, it's always about hash) post about it <a href="http://chunkyd200.blogspot.com/2006/06/amys-birthday-soiree.html">amy's b'day. and hot coq</a><br />which explains why sam stuck up a poster on hash's door with a picture of a rooster and the print above it "cock", and also why she added a question mark after it and a "hot" before it. but it does NOT explain why we didn't take it down for our house's open inspection. well at least now the 30 people who were looking through the house are aware of what he's all about. in fact, that may be what he's all about. this boy cooks often for us, and when he does, he shouts out "come and get it, ladies" which is our cue to gallop in ravenously. so when he called that out one night and we rounded the corner to find him pulling his pants down... well i sure he forgives us our screams ;-) .......ermmm.... that may have sounded dodgier than it should have...<br />4. which reminds me. i got invited to a ball! yes fairy godmother, a real ball! i got a new gown (one shouldered, still haven't gotten over the toga thing yet) and a sparkly sparkly brooch and apparently i looked like someone from a ferrero rocher ad. that's from sam. chocolate compliments are the bomb from her, so i was most stoked. i went with dodgy steve who amazingly doesn't like it when i refer to him as dodgy steve in front of his workmates. shouldn't worry though, his boss is dodgier. i had the chicken dish, and as i was tucking in, he asked: "so claire, is that nice or is it [dramatic pause]... fowl?" i don't think someone from a ferrero rocher ad usually struggles to stop wine coming out their nose. <br />5. suck on this people from other countries/adeladians: i went SUNBAKING last weekend. in mid-winter. ahhhh, brisvegas, skin cancer capital, how i adore you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115217243639704635?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1152168231700623712006-07-01T16:43:00.000+10:002006-07-11T21:37:42.453+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/1.0.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115216823170062371?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1151451268042212112006-06-22T09:29:00.000+10:002006-07-12T18:56:11.536+10:00let me tell you about the best toga party ever*. damo and i share the same birthday in the same year which makes us twins except for the whole genetic makeup thing. seeing as my initials are CD and his are DG what would be more logical than to have a CDG party... but then why not greek it up and go for chi delta gamma... and if we're already going greek, why not turn it into a frat party... so that's what we did. we went greek, geek. ennnnjoy!!<br />here are the members of our humble house:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/sam.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/sam.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/hashi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/hashi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/claire.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/claire.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and co-host damo, licking my grapes. no no no. not a euphamism.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/damo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/damo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />as the saying goes, housemates who toga together, stay together:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/housemates%20who%20toga%20together.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/housemates%20who%20toga%20together.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sylvan road: the place to g(r)eek it up:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/sign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/sign.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />grrr baby, very grrr<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/elks%20and%20kris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/elks%20and%20kris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/group.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/group.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/partay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/partay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/sofa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/sofa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/group2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/group2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />time to luuuuuge<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/luge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/luge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/luge%20time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/luge%20time.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/dodgy%20luge2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/dodgy%20luge2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/dodgy%20luge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/dodgy%20luge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />..... and the effects of luuuuuge<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/no%20idea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/no%20idea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />is is odysseus? nay, but he's still bri's hero:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/my%20hero.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/my%20hero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the next morning... [shudder]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/hungover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/hungover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*in june 2006 on sylvan road<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-115145126804221211?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1149678405306870552006-06-07T18:47:00.000+10:002006-06-08T10:58:01.346+10:00well i've been terribly remiss in my state of stress-ness and ill-ness (<- oh that wasn't a made up word) in that i've not mentioned the wonderful people who have been flitting in and out of our house lately. first of all there was mid and mike. mid usually does this: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Mid_sBirds054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Mid_sBirds054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but came down to see ben harper with mighty mike. they are a couple that makes you go "awwww", <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />see? couldn't help yourself eh. BUT we didn't get to see enough of them. well actually, i guess *i* got to see enough of mid ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/mid%20oooh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/mid%20oooh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then the chans of loveliness decended on our fair house, but we were all calm and whatnot about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1134-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1134-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2221.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we sang our little hearts out with some mighty power ballads<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2216.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(and i got to rap vanilla ice) and then hyped ourselves up to go for some dancy dance in the valley.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />what a good, hassle-free, fun night that was... we also tried out a few new swanky places - finally found some places that counter the many that take the 's' out of 'swanky' ;-) brief snapshots of the night... i had a hotly contested dance-off with a skinny 18-year old boy, kev was a gay icon for no reason we could fathom (ahem)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1117-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1117-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but still we didn't get into the gay club we were cluelessly lining up for. luce called it like she saw it regarding a chick wearing the classic postage stamp skirt/suspenders/ knee high boots/ airline stewardess hat/bra and felt bad when she saw her later crying into her sensitive new age guy's leather jacket (even skanks have their problems), and i completely lost my composure when a guy walking by said "how's it going love?" and i inexplicibly responded in <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly </span>the tone of a parrot we'd met earlier that day to say scratchily "<span style="font-weight: bold;">heh-row</span>". smooooth, claire.<br />well all too soon, it was the wee hours and our dancing feet were sore. we took luce and kev to the airport to see them off, but word of their skills on the dance floor meant that they were soon assailed by the papparazi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2247.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we allowed them to have a shot for the trashy mags<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1264-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1264-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then quickly said our goodbyes, we couldn't wait for them to leave brisvegas again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1267-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1267-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2251.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />just for the record, they are dirty dirty brisbane deserters, and ... sniff... we miss you so much it hurts sometimes....<br />to us you will always be<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_2296.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_2296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114967840530687055?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1148984917812263052006-05-30T16:09:00.000+10:002006-07-12T19:00:42.943+10:00allan [a.k.a. shower boy... hehe... if i ever get my hands on a scanner....] left for *man*chester on monday and had his farewell on friday night. very good party, lots of drinking, lots of dancing, lots of dodgy photos taken which have conveniently disappeared. **update... some have reappeared... **<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/PreManch_%20%2821%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/PreManch_%20%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/PreManch_%20%2817%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/PreManch_%20%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/PreManch_%20%2834%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/PreManch_%20%2834%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/PreManch_%20%2848%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/PreManch_%20%2848%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At around 2 the cops came and declined the offer to join in (though i think one of them was tempted) and the party continued at 80% volume.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On sunday i did the brissy to bay bike ride and although slightly heckled by fellow riders about my spoky dokes, managed it with flair. now that i'm an IMBiker/IMBMX bandit, tomorrow morning means it's time for our biweekly 30km trek... the pain of early mornings now that it's freeeezing (under 20 degrees) before 7... hash, however, manages to look stylin' (and a little pimpin')<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1740.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1740.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1735.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1735.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1743.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114898491781226305?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1148700997371152112006-05-27T13:31:00.001+10:002006-05-27T14:17:46.210+10:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><font>how to feminise your housemate<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>1. start with vodka and orange<br />2. repeat as desired<br />3. add nail polish and peer group pressure<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>voila!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114870099737115211?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1148443231585980622006-05-24T13:59:00.000+10:002006-05-24T14:00:31.596+10:00here's kristian! happy now????<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/kris.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/kris.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114844323158598062?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1148332792890662692006-05-23T11:08:00.000+10:002006-05-23T07:24:09.186+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1946.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1946.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" >it was armed forces day on saturday, and a happy coincidence to meet some lovely army boys to personally "pay tribute to those whose constancy and courage constitute one of the bulwarks guarding the freedom of this nation and the peace of the free world". </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans serif;font-size:85%;" ></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" >it was also a beeaaauutiful sunny brisvegas weekend again in which not enough work was done.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114833279289066269?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1147493140645052922006-05-15T14:00:00.000+10:002006-05-18T07:51:37.773+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/mptv1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/mptv1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>i've been really lucky lately... and this is a rare thing for me... but i could get used to it. here are a couple of things to demonstrate my point: first, we were going to a comedy show to which i had free tickets and i forgot the tickets, oops. but it turned out the chick on the door used to be a tour guide in edinburgh and i'd taken her dungeon tour one night. she was pretty cool, so i went out for drinks with her after the tour. what with all this reminicing about scotland, we got in regardless of our ticket status. luckkkkkky! and then last week we went to the casino (to rock the cas-bar, haha) and while we were waiting to get into the restaurant part, i decided to put down a bet and sauntered off by myself to a blackjack table. i casually put down $10 right before last call, got blackjack, cooly picked up my winnings and left. that's a $15 profit in 20 seconds, niiiice. as damo kindly said, it's almost the quickest money i've ever made ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114749314064505292?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1147492241734654252006-05-10T10:43:00.000+10:002006-05-13T13:59:46.356+10:00heard the siren call of the regatta last weekend.... how does that go? well, something like this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and after a few more beers, like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>sam and i went with some boys from my work and finally we got to dance to 'flaunt it' - may be a faddy, gimmiky song, but damn it makes you attempt the low-rider ghetto cruise nod like you all that. one odd thing i remembered later was that i cut my foot on some glass (the second time the guy i was talking to dropped his glass) and tried to get said glass out of my foot with my fingers, of course cutting my fingers in the process, ouch, yes, thanks for the sympathy. but then the guy i was talking to took my hand and like it was a natural thing to do started sucking my finger as if he was getting snake venom out. not sure what the miss manners response to that one is supposed to be...<br />anyway eventually we walked down the street home, sans shoes seeing as we'd danced till our feet bled<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><-stilettos of soreness<br /><br />and giggling like beavis and butthead, tried to sneak into hash's room to jump on him and quietly wish him goodnight ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114749224173465425?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1146610634210725802006-05-03T08:56:00.000+10:002006-05-04T21:12:24.373+10:00dammit.<br />1. all i wanted was a nice pic of sam and hash on our deck.<br /><br /><clairedebats@hotmail.com></clairedebats@hotmail.com><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1991.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1992.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1992.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. regardless of the odd fact that i sent myself an email from my hotmail account to the same account, to get this in my inbox is offputting:<br /><br /><br />ninemsn Home | Membership | Hotmail | Search | Mobile | Hotmail Plus<br /> Sign out of .NET Passport sites Web Search: <br />go to MSN Hotmail <br /> Today Mail Calendar Contacts <br /><br />Options | Help<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">clairedebats@hotmail.com</span></span><br /><br />Free Newsletters<br />Reply Reply | Reply All Reply All | Forward Forward | Delete Delete | Not Junk Mail This is not Junk | Put In Folder Put in Folder | Print Print View<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The sender of this message, clairedebats@hotmail.com, could not be verified by Sender ID</span></span>. Learn more about Sender ID.<br />NOTE: Hotmail has disabled some of the content of this message for your protection (more information). Enable all message content (once) | Never disable content from this sender<br />From : claire debats <clairedebats@hotmail.com><br />Sent : Sunday, 30 April 2006 7:32:09 PM<br />To : clairedebats@hotmail.com<br /><br />Go to previous message | Go to next message | Junk E-Mail | Inbox<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> We've identified this mail as junk</span></span>. Please tell us if we were right or wrong by clicking Junk or Not Junk</clairedebats@hotmail.com><br /><clairedebats@hotmail.com></clairedebats@hotmail.com><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114661063421072580?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1146120928623591572006-04-27T16:47:00.000+10:002006-04-30T18:29:13.620+10:00i've done it, i've officially breached new ground into the 'late twenties' from my comfortable 'mid-twenties'... up another box on forms too. "21-25" pah! "26-30" these days. no really, i'm not too traumatised by it. then again, would someone who was completely fine with it really make a trip to myer last week specifically for anti-wrinkle cream? i'm not saying, i did, i'm not saying i didn't, i'm just saying it was really expensive.<br />my pa and my stepmother came up to visit me this weekend as well for the first time. i showed them the usual tourist stuff, the implausible beach at southbank, the riverside markets, the uni grounds (although i got slightly lost, damn this uni be big mon), my work with my extra special fashionable lab coat (side buttoning with a mandarin-type (or dentist-type) collar, be jealous fellow science geeks!), and of course my lovely house and housemates.<br />my birthday falling on anzac day is a present unto itself - c'mon, i get a day off work and men in uniform everywhere. we got up for the dawn service and delyna was kind enough to order me two different varieties of soldiers, bless. my parentals and i then headed to the glasshouse mountains to meander around and eventually we decided to climb up beerburrum (false advertising), but we topped the day off with beerage. that's right: my birthday involved men in uniform, hearty outdoor exercise, and ended in beer. <span style="font-style: italic;">happy </span>birthday indeed to moi.<br /><br />first sighting: army uniforms, 6 o'clock (am)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1876.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1850.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1878.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1883.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />anzac spirit<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1882.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />back home for a champage breakfast and presents...<br /><br />why hello there, anyone interested in a pancake martini? sam turns up the smarm rating<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1892.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yo. vip. my special vanilla ice inspired t-shirt from sammie<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1887.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ahhh. presents.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me and my dad. we were both paying each other out at this moment.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1927.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dinner at the summit - it's all about me ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1834.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114612092862359157?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1146141655850073282006-04-22T22:01:00.000+10:002006-04-27T23:09:13.203+10:00as the title would suggest, this is our house. it's in the middle of our street.<br />which, incidentally, features in local lore: 'take me home sylvan road, to the place where i belong, western suburbs, rugby club, sylvan road' (to the tune of john denver's 'country roads')<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1771.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1771.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1787.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1787.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my boudoir<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1388.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1388.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sam in contemplative mode. easy with a window seat... though she is missing a white flowing dress and a book of poetry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1406.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1406.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114614165585007328?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1146042617242279452006-04-20T19:04:00.000+10:002006-04-27T08:28:34.273+10:00looks fake eh? nope, just hash's special new flash effect from the top of mt. coot-tha...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/640/DSC_1806-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1806-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114604261724227945?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1145243953773734652006-04-17T12:52:00.000+10:002006-04-27T23:28:15.953+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/risen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/risen.jpg" border="0" /></a>easter has been great. i love this mega-weekend. i mean really, what's not to love? combine a holiday that even hard core christians get to celebrate by sunday, a lot of chocolate, and a four day weekend when it's still warm enough to go coastal... bliss.<br />we did indeed go coastal this weekend, palm beach way then burleigh heads. thanks to trashy mags i'm now up to date on the hollywood dramas and am familiar with the latest stars (jake v. rupert etc) and now that my white-girl slight burn has faded, i have a rockin' tan.<br />but what should happen on the way back? well. in the words of delyna, lemme <em>tell</em> ya. for those that know my beautiful little car, bronze betty, it's not been a good week. first her fuzzy dice inexplicably broke and now on the way back from the coast, i was impressed that she'd apparently not used any fuel at all. that is, until she stopped running. i coasted her over to the side of the road and sent sam off to get some petrol.<br />when she returned, we showed our bush mechanic skills in getting it into the tank with only a plastic bag and a screwdriver. we were all 'girl power' (ahhh...spice girls, where are you now?) and whatnot but we did appreciate 3 boys stopping to help us. one who helped push it back into a car park somewhat disconcertingly started doing a little strip in front of the car before helping push but beggars/choosers/pervers whatev. he came running back a little later to ask if we had put some fuel in the carby to which sam said "yeah we know, another guy who stopped before already did that for us"...hehe...<br />well it turns out that wasn't the only problem, some fuel switching relay raderah. the RACQ guy was less impressed with our efforts, listening to what "we'd" done before gently telling us "well that's ok, it's just that trained professionals have set themselves on fire doing that". hmm. anyway we got the car home and decided to go to regatta for a couple of beers, beach-wear-clad and petrol-reeking as we were. i still really don't get the attraction of petrol sniffing.<br />-> ps! forgot to mention that who should we see while there but steven bradbury! he seemed quite amused by our literal dance interpretation of the 'windmill windmill' gorrilaz song. good enough for me.<br /><br />and we had a nice barbie yesterday...so much food and perfect weather for it....<br /><br />amy. hmm. that looks suspiciously like a 'my little pony' shirt....??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yeah, i don't know what inspired three such different reactions either....<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />matt. homebrew king.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the image of hash sacrificing the choccie bunny still haunts me a little.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_0028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and finally this is another offensive religious addition. it's is a figurine for children, presumably to make them think 'jesus is way cool' etc. i mean, bringing the dead back to life is well and good, but - he can get net from a three point jump shot? i'm worshipping some o' THAT. anyway, it reminds me of someone i heard talking about basketball players who always thank jesus when they win a game and just once would love to hear a player say "well, we were going fine until jesus made us lose".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ballhog.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ballhog.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ballhog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114524395377373465?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1144911305349826092006-04-13T15:23:00.000+10:002006-04-13T16:57:47.346+10:00i hereby announce that i'm solving a long debated point. i do i DO have a brain. and i can prove it:<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/brain1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/brain1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.looseteeth.ca/store/"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this part disturbed me, and might explain my complete inability to find my way anywhere without a map:<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/brain1hmm.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/brain1hmm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but apparently it's ok. really. i wasn't lying straight in the machine.... or then again, maybe they were just saying that to be nice....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114491130534982609?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1144455488874021002006-04-08T10:16:00.000+10:002006-04-08T10:43:23.093+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/640/DSC_1293.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1293.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114445548887402100?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1144057079313520462006-04-03T19:27:00.000+10:002006-04-03T19:43:11.320+10:00poor attempt at april fool's day really... i left a message on my mom's answering machine telling her i was pregnant but she called back suggesting baby names. can't fool my mom on the foolingest day of my life with an electrified fooling machine.<br /><br />and here's a picture of food.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mmm salmon. no rushdie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114405707931352046?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1143462678649390432006-03-27T21:53:00.000+10:002006-04-03T18:55:25.966+10:00ahah. so time for a mega blog about inge's wedding... there's a chick who knows how to throw a wedding. inge and i have been friends for oh .. over 20 years, a scary thought. we'd played barbie weddings and now here she is getting hitched to the dashing benjamin. i'm most happy for both of them, and even more stoked to be the maid of 'honour'. it's a little worrying that this is the third time i've been a bridesmaid, but each time i've gotten to wear a kick-ass dress so i'm not complaining.<br />anyway, inge's wedding was fantastic. the first step was beautification. there wasn't much work to do seeing as we were so close to perfect already - however we did have to get up at 6am and the wedding wasn't till 3:30. hmmm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />sheri chills out<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1515.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />anna tries not to laugh<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />champagne and chocolate: the breakfast of champions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1543.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1552.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />how classic is inge's look?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we then got to the church for the wedding part and the poses afterwards:<br />hard to see but here were the vows...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1563.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1571.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ing relieved she got the words right<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1570.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />this is kev, luce, me, karen and mat catching up after the ceremony. these photos are a little redundant right? - they're the same one practically. do you see a difference? no?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1569.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/chris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/chris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />how about now?<br />looks like chris (the best man) has spotted a photo he wasn't in...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>the wedding party. except for the pageboy getting his finger slammed in the rolls royce and the flowergirl having a painful earache, we all went fine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />now... off to the reception. inge and ben arrived by speed boat - talk about an entrance!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1590-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1590-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />kev welcomed me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1591-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1591-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...and waited a whole 30 seconds before paying me out about the scar...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1607-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1607-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />so i hung out the old walford crew<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1648.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and the coolest bridesmaids ever<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1669.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />there was just enough time for the happy couple to have a bridal waltz<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1660.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>before i got some lovin' from the groom<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and it was time to head out on the town.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1647-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1647-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>it was a good, big, night. i was initially surprised at how much attention 3 chicks dressed identically get on the dance floor of a club but i think it's safe to say we all got used to it ;-)<br /><br />by the time we dragged our tired asses back to the hotel it was past 5am, that's a 23 hour celebration! amazingly i got up in time to catch my flight home and set off the metal detector because of the pins still in my hair and so had the interesting experience of the security guard 'patting down' my hair (looks like a scalp massage to the other passengers), looking for concealed weapons.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114346267864939043?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1143191450462796192006-03-24T18:58:00.000+10:002006-04-14T19:00:30.046+10:00hmmm.<br /><br />so my new job rocks right? yep. people here were really supportive about my dodgy fake tan and didn't laugh at me about it. well, except to start calling me 'chocolatey'. bri, i know you're reading this, should i spell it out again? ok. chocolatey claire. chocolate eclair. hilarity.<br /><br />but then.<br /><br />i had my first shower in the airlock thing to get into the animal facility. the first part is ok - walk into a small room, have a shower with disinfectant wash for 10.0 minutes (yes it's timed). a little dodgy that there isn't a lock on the door but that's ok. then. get out, stand on an autoclaved towel while drying yourself with an autoclaved towel. throw the autoclaved towel to the other side of the room. pick up a pair of sterile gloves, stand in disinfectant and press a button to deflate the airlock. feel very stupid waiting for a door to open, starkers, holding latex gloves... first time i did it i was convinced there would be room of people on the other side... which there aren't. there are however sterile hairnets, masks, booties, and overalls to put on (no underwear of course). then you can go in and hang out with your mice.<br />and this is the strange part. when you want to take a mouse out with you, you have to take off your overalls in the first room and go back through the airlock naked. naked i say, carrying a mouse. i swear that mouse had laugher in its beady little eyes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114319145046279619?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1142502930897773362006-03-16T19:39:00.000+10:002006-04-03T19:24:44.630+10:00inge's wedding is this weekend! exciting. i'm the maid of honour but i didn't want to be the milk(y) maid of honour so i decided to get myself a fake tan. i imagined going into a little booth, getting sprayed, and emerging bronzed. after all, the brochure said quick, safe, golden. sounds good. i imagine they'd have fewer customers if they told them the following:<br />1. you will indeed go into a little booth<br />2. but then the spray operator comes in with you and asks you to strip<br />3. there will be a moment when the spray operator asks you to turn away and bend over<br />4. you will not be able to wear your white top home due to fake tan rub-off<br />5. this means that you will have to walk home in a skimpy, thin, light pink, very short cropped t-shirt<br />6. also you're not allowed to wear a bra<br />7. your route home is coronation drive in rush hour<br />8. passing the bogans drinking at the regatta<br />9. then walking past football training on sylvan road<br />walking fast wasn't an option, walking slow meant it took about an hour.<br />and the end result?? well i look very gently tanned, rather like an african person with blonde hair. i felt the need to include a photo as proof, this is a little dodgy but deal. close up:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/tan2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/tan2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1489.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />now here is one of me (left) and katrina. katrina is of papua new guinean decent. and i'm darker than her now.<br /><br /><br />i was the subject of racial slurs all night from her and hash, once hash realised that i wasn't just covered in dirt, which was his first thought when he walked in the door.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1479.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />eek. due partly to the tan and partly to the partial nudity.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ps. i've added some of bec's pics from geoff's cruise ...scroll down....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114250293089777336?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1142043168639832082006-03-11T12:02:00.000+10:002006-03-11T12:12:48.656+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1173.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1239.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1224-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1224-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114204316863983208?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1141888491362989252006-03-09T17:08:00.000+10:002006-03-16T20:08:35.036+10:00right. well not many posts lately since my last day of work at the brain drain - a good day followed by a me-themed quiz (for once something really WAS all about me) at drunk cell club:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1387.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then geoff's balmy cruise down the brisbane river. good old brisvegas never disappoints.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/IMG_0960.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/IMG_0960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/IMG_0961.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/IMG_0961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/IMG_0970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/IMG_0970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i then had a horizontal week off dedicated to watching scrubs (thanks kev!) and hiding my gashed forehead from the world after the shooting incident. this has been my first week in the <em>in vivo</em> target validation group at the institute for molecular biosciences and has been airlock-shower-free to date. will keep you posted on that front. this place is cool. good science, good people. great coffee machine. almost too good to be true at the moment...<br />anyway. i kinda like science. so here's a pic of when science goes right (differentiated neurosphere):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/ycomb7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/ycomb7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to be followed with... wait for it... when science goes wrong (PCR gel that didn't work - taken on the geldoc).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/finger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/finger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114188849136298925?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1141121449457232782006-02-28T18:23:00.000+10:002006-02-28T20:20:16.273+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1362.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1372.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1372.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1368.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1360.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/1600/DSC_1353.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/1969/320/DSC_1353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />went down to the shooting range to 'fire' things up last weekend... and had a good time until i tried a higher calibre rifle and cut open my head on the telescopic sight. 'shoot'! recoil's a bitch. sam and hash were very concerned for my welfare and didn't take any 'potshots' at my co-ordination.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19821389-114112144945723278?l=thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claire debatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354523358680851709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19821389.post-1141122606987090852006-02-24T20:25:00.000+10:002006-02-28T20:37:28.173+10:00last day at the braaaaain institute... onwards and upwards to the institute for molecular biosciences as of next week. i can't say i'm overly upset (yet) but the th