<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:45:01.175-07:00</updated><category term='man'/><category term='Home and Away'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='children'/><category term='radio'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='childcare'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='old'/><category term='news'/><category term='sad.'/><category term='actor'/><category term='new'/><category term='woman'/><category term='wife'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='life everything'/><category term='betrayed'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='debate'/><category term='love.'/><category term='boy'/><category term='Priestley'/><category term='sex'/><category term='porn'/><category term='job'/><category term='Forever'/><category term='All Saints'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='90210'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='husband'/><category term='girl'/><category term='babies. birthday'/><category term='Mem Fox'/><category term='Work'/><category term='tv'/><category term='together'/><category term='Death'/><category term='fashioned'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Mums'/><title type='text'>Keza's Komplex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-7667068559430666974</id><published>2009-01-26T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:28:11.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashioned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever'/><title type='text'>Old fahioned my arse....</title><content type='html'>My family and friends are more than likely getting really annoyed with me harping on about this subject... I think if they read this they will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tell me to get over it and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Marriage is now thought of as old fashioned??? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean the white wedding and the sit down dinner and the bridal waltz... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all just showing the world that you want to spend the rest of your lives together. A party that celebrates the love you have for one another and the start of the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;I mean the whole Idea of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; to the person you love more than anyone else in the world. Being husband an wife. Having the symbol of being together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; idiot though.. I do know that FOREVER is a dream these days.. Not everyone stays 'Together Forever'... But if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; willing to take that chance then why are you in a relationship to start with... Whats the point of falling in love and having children if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect to be with that person for the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the ultimate commitment to someone. The one that you have chosen to witness your life. The one that you have chosen to share all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; with. The one that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to go unnoticed in this life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day the person you love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going to wait around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-7667068559430666974?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7667068559430666974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=7667068559430666974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7667068559430666974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7667068559430666974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-fahioned-my-arse.html' title='Old fahioned my arse....'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-8825083120463087479</id><published>2008-10-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:45:32.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>School holidays.....</title><content type='html'>My eldest daughter has been on her spring holidays for the last 2 weeks and I am busting for her to get back to school. I find it amazing how I am so used to that 6 hours of peace I get when she is at school. She is in year 2 and over the past 3-4 years I have gotten so much done in those hours that she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I always heard parents say things like "I love the time away from my child", "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to look at you right now" and "I hope you have one just like you". I never wanted to say things like that to my children but I find myself saying them almost every day. I love my children and would die for them, but when you can sit down with a coffee and read a book without "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MUUUUUMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;", "I WANT", "I NEED", "SHE HIT ME", "SHE'S IN MY ROOM", "I HATE YOU", "I WANT WHAT SHE'S GOT", it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; Bliss. They know I love them because I tell them every day and show them all the time. So when I send them to bed an hour earlier than usual I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel to bad and one day they will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; why because "I hope they have one just like them".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-8825083120463087479?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8825083120463087479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=8825083120463087479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/8825083120463087479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/8825083120463087479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-holidays.html' title='School holidays.....'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-4220833480231696176</id><published>2008-09-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:00:53.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies. birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Kids, Kids, Kids.....</title><content type='html'>Well, today my youngest (and last) little one turns One. There is only one thing I can think today. Where did the last year go?? As my partner and I have decided not to have anymore children it is kind of bitter sweet that the last year went so fast. On the one hand I would love to have another baby. To try for a boy would be nice since we have had 4 girls. But knowing our luck we would have another girl. And then I think of the fact that the longer we keep having babies the older we will be before we can do things alone with them being old enough to fend for themselves. When my youngest is 20 I will be 46. That is a good time to start my adventures with the man I love.&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday my beautiful Baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-4220833480231696176?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4220833480231696176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=4220833480231696176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/4220833480231696176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/4220833480231696176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-kids-kids.html' title='Kids, Kids, Kids.....'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-460269638159842032</id><published>2008-09-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:49:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends....</title><content type='html'>Someone once said "You can choose your friends but you cant choose your family".  But I have found a bit of a flaw with that quote. What about those friends that you have known forever and are practically like family. So in a way, you do get to choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; members of your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 absolute best friends that are all my sisters. But they are different from sisters in the way that I am not uncomfortable telling them anything. My best friends do every job possible for me. They are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapists&lt;/span&gt;, my bar tenders, my coffee makers and my bodyguards. And on the occasion that I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt; sad and upset they are my chefs, cleaners and babysitters. I depend on them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I define a best friend is that they know something about you that no one else knows and they can write your memoirs for you after you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Krystle, Cherie, Kylie, Sally and Dawn........ you are the most beautiful people that I have in my life. You have been there for me in my most difficult times in my life and for that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thankyou&lt;/span&gt;. I know its not much but you all mean so much to me and I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MWAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-460269638159842032?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/460269638159842032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=460269638159842032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/460269638159842032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/460269638159842032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends....'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-1152470364373338636</id><published>2008-09-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:21:12.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I cant stand right now....</title><content type='html'>It seems like a pointless entry but just a few things that I hate or am sick of right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*High School Musical - My daughter has an obsession with those movies and if I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Efrons &lt;/span&gt;off key voice one more time I am going to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Cold - Bring on the warm weather. I am so sick of it being cold. I want sun and flowers and bright days to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cleaning - Yes, I know this is a hate for almost everyone but it seems to be all I am doing lately. Dishes, vacuuming, sweeping, wiping....... never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Daytime TV - Put something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; on peoples. I am so sick of repeats and bad midday movies. How I long for something good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SNAPS&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-1152470364373338636?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1152470364373338636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=1152470364373338636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/1152470364373338636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/1152470364373338636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-cant-stand-right-now.html' title='Things I cant stand right now....'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-8824888096981196599</id><published>2008-09-04T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:09:02.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayed'/><title type='text'>What to do and what to think......</title><content type='html'>I used to pride myself on being a very understanding person. I also always thought that, when you are in a relationship, you can say anything and have everything out in the open. But once again I find myself feeling betrayed and wanting answers. Why cant men just tell you the things that they know you will take hard. They always think that their partners will get 'Funny' if they let them know what is going on in their life. But instead, men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say anything and you find out their 'secret' when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arn't&lt;/span&gt; even around and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; think the worst. Its Pathetic. Just Speak. Woman can do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things but we cant read minds and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what is going on when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. For god sake, if you think to yourself "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; she might not like what I am doing" then talk to her so she get the chance to understand what is happening. Or if you think to yourself "If she sees this she might get the wrong idea" then tell us so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; start thinking to ourselves that your not happy, or that we get the feeling that we want to leave and get out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ridiculas&lt;/span&gt; situation.&lt;br /&gt;I can stand for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; I can understand things that most people cant. But if your other half, who says that they love you and only you, is sitting there watching a woman talk about sex with her tits half hanging out or a tart that thinks she knows what advice to give in the bedroom, then in my opinion you are not really all that happy and you should just leave. If you cant talk to your partner about your sex life then you are in trouble anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My own number one sin in any relationship is cheating. No matter the kind of cheating, whether its physical, emotional or mental, it is still cheating. In my opinion, even when men, or woman, look at a erotic mag or website, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;desiring&lt;/span&gt; something or someone else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; CHEATING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know what..... good luck to all the woman that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with their boyfriends/husbands getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aroused&lt;/span&gt; or getting their rocks off by looking at other woman have sex or lying on a bed with their legs spread and with no respect for themselves. But I am not on of those woman. If you love her then be only with her and only desire her. If you need to see other woman in the way that you want to see the one you love then your not really wanting the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest people......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-8824888096981196599?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8824888096981196599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=8824888096981196599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/8824888096981196599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/8824888096981196599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-do-and-what-to-think.html' title='What to do and what to think......'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-2177295800459394110</id><published>2008-09-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:49:17.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mem Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>And the debate continues......</title><content type='html'>Once again the issue of childcare, working parents and stay at home parents has been brought into the spot light. The person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for bringing this issue up once again was author &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mem&lt;/span&gt; Fox. As usual, the starter of the debate is someone who had the option and the perfect job for staying home. People like this should not comment on the situations of other families. No one should.&lt;br /&gt;I myself am a stay at home mum. But if the childcare was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; I would be apart of the work force making a contribution to the house hold income and being able to feel like I was doing something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mem&lt;/span&gt; Fox brought up the issue of "If you are going to put your children into childcare then why have children at all". Well you know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mem&lt;/span&gt;, what about those single parents who have to work to pay those bills that keep coming in. What about the low income &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; that need two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;salaries&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;survive&lt;/span&gt;. Not everyone has a book deal you know........&lt;br /&gt;Why do women always have to bitch at each other about how they are raising their families. If a mother has to work to support her family then everyone should just say "That is great for her. She must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; doing everything but she is doing something for herself. Good on her." Or if a mother stays at home with her children everyone should say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; really great that she has the option to stay home. Its good to see that she is doing what she wants to do."&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls, stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bitching&lt;/span&gt; and start supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPS EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-2177295800459394110?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2177295800459394110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=2177295800459394110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/2177295800459394110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/2177295800459394110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-debate-continues.html' title='And the debate continues......'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-7743855201104706490</id><published>2008-08-27T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:41:30.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priestley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Mark</title><content type='html'>I have just heard the sad news of Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Priestley's&lt;/span&gt; death. I was both shocked and saddened by the news. To think that such a beautiful person has taken his own life is unbelievable. He has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; actor of mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; on All Saints. He always seemed so happy on screen and was a wonderful actor. Hearing this news today is kinda hard for me as it is the anniversary of my daughters death. She would have turned 4 six and a half weeks ago. Miss her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a sad entry but I had to say something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPS EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-7743855201104706490?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7743855201104706490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=7743855201104706490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7743855201104706490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7743855201104706490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/rip-mark.html' title='R.I.P Mark'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-7804712649193596649</id><published>2008-08-25T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:05:29.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home and Away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Back to normal......</title><content type='html'>So, the Olympics is now over for another four years. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; love the Games and watched as much of it as I could. And now like the rest of Australia I am now an expert in Diving, Gymnastics, Pole vaulting, fencing and Beach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But as exciting as it was to hear our national anthem a few times, and to think that all the athletes could hear me screaming at them to go faster through the TV, I was glad to get back to normal TV watching last night. I have missed Home and Away, All Saints and Ghost Whisperer. I am now hanging out for the new shows that are coming on. Packed to the Rafters is one that I am really wanting to see. but I am actually really excited about the 90210 spin off coming soon. I was such a fan in the 90's and hope that the new one lives up to all the hype...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your TV watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPS EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-7804712649193596649?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7804712649193596649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=7804712649193596649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7804712649193596649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/7804712649193596649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal......'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171870007393809638.post-1777612378767965649</id><published>2008-08-20T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:25:56.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>My First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, hi to all that are reading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am creating this blog so I can have a place to have MY say on everything from family to politics and the great debates of the world. If its happening on TV or on radio or just being talked about I am going to take my side and write about it for all to see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will welcome feedback, good and bad. But if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like what I am writing then just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; come back. It wont faze me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a little about me now.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am 27years old with an amazing partner who is the love of my life and 3 beautiful daughters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, for all those who think that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; to talk about the things that I will talk about just remember this.... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what your life is like and you dont know what my life is like. I could have everything that I have ever wanted handed to me on a silver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;platter&lt;/span&gt; or I could have struggled to have everything that I eventually got. You are going to like this blog or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; hate it.... or you could be 50/50. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; up to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; you could say '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the ground rules'. I will keep this as daily as possible and hope that you get some sort of entertainment out of what I write.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SNAPS EVERYONE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171870007393809638-1777612378767965649?l=keza-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1777612378767965649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171870007393809638&amp;postID=1777612378767965649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/1777612378767965649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171870007393809638/posts/default/1777612378767965649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keza-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first.html' title='My First...'/><author><name>Keza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05759574075687739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
