<?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-6568483410520475285</id><updated>2012-02-02T21:29:17.285Z</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/STc3jvi6_DI/AAAAAAAAARg/-8PC2Mh9Y0Q/s200/trip+to+america+part+4+212.jpg'/><category term='Myths and Legends'/><category term='Poems.'/><title type='text'>Wayne's Window to the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2493773398820425660</id><published>2012-01-31T21:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:05:17.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Out of the old house and in to the new one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I am now sat on the same old sofa but in a new place.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mother have moved just a short distance away from the old place.&lt;br /&gt;my mother has osteoarthritis and so stairs were becoming a challenge for her.&lt;br /&gt;In the old house there were lots of stairs and she was in some pain having to clime and descend them every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new place has no stairs anywhere so it is so much easier for her to get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a week ago I was in the old place and getting ready to move, on the day of moving it was very strange seeing the house slowly empty as the removal men took the stuff. eventually the house was completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a echo that only comes with a empty house. with no carpets and no furniture I guess there is nothing to absorb the sounds, just the hollow of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that was left in the old house was me and a towel and soap and shampoo, I had work so I took my last shower there and got dressed put the towel in my bag and took one last walk around the place turning off all the lights and making sure any electric plugs were turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it sound strange that when I left I turned and looked in to the house and said "thank you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house and locked the door and left for work.  I rode my bike to work and when I had finished work cycled to the new place. It felt so very strange riding a different way and when I got to the new place it just felt odd, the place was very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently a house needs to be warmed through for a good few hours before it can hold heat. so the first night was very cold and I had no bed, just a old American army camp bed that my mothers ex husband had won while he was in the army.  and it has canvas as the main part which is impossible to keep warm on and for most of last week I had to make do with that until the new bed came today so I am looking forward to my first comfortable  and warm nights sleep in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I move it will be to go live with my beautiful Jenn, that day is coming soon and i will keep you all posted on how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to march when I see my Jenn again, just 34 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2493773398820425660?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2493773398820425660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2493773398820425660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2493773398820425660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2493773398820425660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2012/01/out-of-old-house-and-in-to-new-one.html' title='Out of the old house and in to the new one'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8401999362765708577</id><published>2012-01-20T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:58:31.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are only 20 days in to the year and already it feels like so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly and most important, my flight has been booked to go see my beautiful Jenn in March. I love My jenn more than anything and I  am always so happy when I book my flight. even though it is still a little over a month away I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be plenty to keep me occupied for the month though, me and my mother are moving house to a location more suitable for my mothers needs, she has Osteo arthritis and can some times find it a challenge to get up and down stairs, so we are moving to a single floor accommodation where it will be easier for her to get about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel better about her been there but I guess I kinda didn't want to move really. I just got in to the mind set that the next time I moved it would be moving to be with jenn.&lt;br /&gt; Plus most of my family live where we are now so I tried to put it off for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I Soon came to realize  thought that I was been selfish and that my mother needed a place without stairs so we will be moving this coming Thursday and it is only 5  minutes away from where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I cant wait till the day I move in with Jenn. I know it will happen one day soon and we are both working towards that point. I will keep you posted on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my progress with my biking and jogging I am doing very well. I have noticed that it is far tougher to ride up hill on a bike that it is to jog. the first time I attempted to ride up the hill I jog up I didn't even get quarter of the way up, the bike was to heavy to ride on. but after just a few weeks of mixing jogging with riding the bike I managed to build up my legs and today for the first time I got all way to the top of the hill which is about a quarter of a mile long and is very steep.  When I got to the top of the hill I said to my self " I beat you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is a quick update on how things are going at the moment , I will keep you posted on how the move goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8401999362765708577?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8401999362765708577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8401999362765708577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8401999362765708577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8401999362765708577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-january.html' title='Crazy January'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5128226242730850962</id><published>2012-01-05T23:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:07:30.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Bike vs Jogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I decided I would but my self a mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;I have been  Jogging for a few years now and Wanted to add to the mix of keeping fit so a bike seemed like the logical choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnHigCCKYLE/TwY3vecJbfI/AAAAAAAADas/ZzmHmErxeSI/s1600/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnHigCCKYLE/TwY3vecJbfI/AAAAAAAADas/ZzmHmErxeSI/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694300067621072370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought my bike, I had to wait a day for the store to put it together and when I got it I took my first ride on my new bike, the first time I had owned  a bike for around 15 years give or take a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I cant decide which one is doing me the most good, I know that jogging is not so good in terms of the impact it can have on the joints but it uses more of the body. and biking uses more of the legs but not so much upper body .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the down hill I can just sit on my bike but on the up hill its more of a challenge. With jogging its a challenge both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be pros and cons either way.&lt;br /&gt;What I have decided to do is Jog every other day and bike on the other days so for example I'll Jog on Monday and on Tuesday I'll ride my bike and then jog Wednesday and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this way will be the best way and give me a all round workout on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5128226242730850962?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5128226242730850962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5128226242730850962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5128226242730850962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5128226242730850962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2012/01/bike-vs-jogging.html' title='Bike vs Jogging'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnHigCCKYLE/TwY3vecJbfI/AAAAAAAADas/ZzmHmErxeSI/s72-c/IMG_4840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6636321646764253920</id><published>2011-12-31T22:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:04:40.437Z</updated><title type='text'>A happy new year to all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another year has gone and the beginning  of a new one is here. I am always amazed at  just how fast a year goes by. when I was young time never seemed to go so fast but I guess that time never seemed to matter as much then as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few new years resolutions for the year to come and I will try my best to stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to look forward to this year, I will be going to see my Jenn in march and hopefully a lot more over the year and I will write about it for anybody who reads my posts so you can keep up with whats happening for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who ever you are and if you are reading this I wish you the very best new year possible and hope that all your wishes and dreams come true in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6636321646764253920?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6636321646764253920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6636321646764253920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6636321646764253920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6636321646764253920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-to-all.html' title='A happy new year to all.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-370265705719686713</id><published>2011-12-19T19:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:10:48.304Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip to See my Jenn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got back about a week ago from seeing my beautiful Jenn, I would usually write about what we do day by day but this time I thought I would write about what happened when I got back to England. It has taken me a few days to recover from Jet lag but I am all good now, I can never figure out though why the jet lag is always worse heading back to England than going to see my Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken lots of pictures, for any body who reads to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ans Jenn had lots of fun on this trip but we only had a week so we had to pack it with as much fun as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey to the states went well, I always go with Delta,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrVF1_eDEM/Tu-XOKDZgCI/AAAAAAAADTs/FKH4FM8ogdQ/s1600/IMG_4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrVF1_eDEM/Tu-XOKDZgCI/AAAAAAAADTs/FKH4FM8ogdQ/s400/IMG_4560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687931123864797218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been with them for most of my Journeys and they have never given me any problems yet, plus I have quite a lot of sky miles built up now so I may be in for a free flight soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in America and My Jenn was waiting there for me, but I had to get through the airport first and here is a tip for anybody that is planing to travel soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 don't get shoes that are complicated to fasten, in other words get some slip on shoes or Velcro fastening shoes because you will have to take your shoes off several times for security .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to the story, I got through the airport and Jenn was waiting for me on the top level of the car park,  I couldn't wait to get to her,  and when I did I gave her the biggest hug and a kiss, I was so happy to be with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOpEypnizxA/Tu-7ghH0jWI/AAAAAAAADVc/yT0XoOI_iHs/s1600/IMG_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOpEypnizxA/Tu-7ghH0jWI/AAAAAAAADVc/yT0XoOI_iHs/s400/IMG_4747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687971021713608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were so happy to be back together again , we drove through Atlanta and would you believe it I hadn't been in America for two hours and what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j54Nx-0Bu5g/Tu-XOdugyjI/AAAAAAAADT4/EmR52NCH_tM/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j54Nx-0Bu5g/Tu-XOdugyjI/AAAAAAAADT4/EmR52NCH_tM/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687931129145903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A truck with England written in big letters on a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that is way bigger in America than in England is the Christmas lights and me and Jenn had long waited to see the lights in Dahlonega  together. I had seen only pictures before but to see then with Jenn was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4YbM96fjaY/Tu-XQBIXgDI/AAAAAAAADUc/GD3888liO9Q/s1600/IMG_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4YbM96fjaY/Tu-XQBIXgDI/AAAAAAAADUc/GD3888liO9Q/s400/IMG_4688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687931155829456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YEPfhTy37E/Tu-7e3cFgUI/AAAAAAAADUs/D2L0elJ3B3I/s1600/IMG_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YEPfhTy37E/Tu-7e3cFgUI/AAAAAAAADUs/D2L0elJ3B3I/s400/IMG_4660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687970993344446786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nghruX68mfo/TvAAwAQBGRI/AAAAAAAADV4/NtTkLaBq6nk/s1600/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nghruX68mfo/TvAAwAQBGRI/AAAAAAAADV4/NtTkLaBq6nk/s400/IMG_4687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047154069838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dV04e3gnNY/Tu-7fCwZioI/AAAAAAAADU4/xWMOS5uLLVw/s1600/IMG_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dV04e3gnNY/Tu-7fCwZioI/AAAAAAAADU4/xWMOS5uLLVw/s400/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687970996382435970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of me and Jenn in Santa causes sleigh, I hope he didn't mind us borrowing it for a moment and thanks to the lady who was kind enough to take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around the square in Dahlonega and looked at the lights.&lt;br /&gt;We also visited a few restaurants while we was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7auX4bG4Mnw/Tu-XPPzvgdI/AAAAAAAADUQ/v1AM9_gSwWg/s1600/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7auX4bG4Mnw/Tu-XPPzvgdI/AAAAAAAADUQ/v1AM9_gSwWg/s400/IMG_4642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687931142589612498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Shenanigan's a Irish restaurant and I must say they cook some of the best fish I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQopwxMGUF4/TvAAv941lpI/AAAAAAAADVo/85zosT0hcxA/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQopwxMGUF4/TvAAv941lpI/AAAAAAAADVo/85zosT0hcxA/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047153435743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the fish there and if ever your in Dahlonega, you gotta go and try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenn had such fun and with me not been there for Christmas we bought each other our Christmas gifts early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn bought me a Awesome watch , I love technical things and so I think that Jenn picked me the perfect one, I had a watch that broke so it was the ideal gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mH0bWZBVwpU/TvAAxNF7bCI/AAAAAAAADWA/LU8LZOzEzbQ/s1600/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mH0bWZBVwpU/TvAAxNF7bCI/AAAAAAAADWA/LU8LZOzEzbQ/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047174697053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it tells the time, just like a watch does but it has two different time zones, so I got England and Atlanta time zones on it so I know what time it is in both places. I am still figuring it out but I love my Watch. Thank you my beautiful Jenn, I love it and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get Jenn a gift for Christmas too, She said she wanted something to remind her of our time in Dahlonega in the winter so I got her a diamond snowflake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcdtNM0J7s/TvAAxbX6wdI/AAAAAAAADWM/xNrQRQ-XGeI/s1600/IMG_4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HcdtNM0J7s/TvAAxbX6wdI/AAAAAAAADWM/xNrQRQ-XGeI/s400/IMG_4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047178530603474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I put it on for her and she  loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7CAszGVWeo/TvAAxtJ3cOI/AAAAAAAADWY/pAFuW7t3jr4/s1600/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7CAszGVWeo/TvAAxtJ3cOI/AAAAAAAADWY/pAFuW7t3jr4/s400/IMG_4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047183303504098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also spent time looking at some rings, but that is a story for a blog some time in the near future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing me and Jenn love to do is to go to a glass blowing store in Dahlonega, there are all kinds of glass objects in the store and they have a lucky dip basket there filled with small bags. we always go and get one each .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp7uA79pOSo/Tu-7gNdCUeI/AAAAAAAADVQ/CUz3KcT59Ys/s1600/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp7uA79pOSo/Tu-7gNdCUeI/AAAAAAAADVQ/CUz3KcT59Ys/s400/IMG_4721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687971016433881570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we got the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very grateful for every second I get to spend with My beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Pe9A37cIU/TvAJysonpLI/AAAAAAAADWk/FZZxmnGOz9A/s1600/IMG_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Pe9A37cIU/TvAJysonpLI/AAAAAAAADWk/FZZxmnGOz9A/s400/IMG_4730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688057095948575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you my beautiful Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenn had such a wonderful time together in December.  I could only stay for a week due to work but we are already planning for another trip in late February, I'm sorry it took so long to write this post and thank you so much for reading and for following Mine and Jenn's time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-370265705719686713?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/370265705719686713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=370265705719686713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/370265705719686713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/370265705719686713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn.html' title='My trip to See my Jenn.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrVF1_eDEM/Tu-XOKDZgCI/AAAAAAAADTs/FKH4FM8ogdQ/s72-c/IMG_4560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4535904902975101463</id><published>2011-12-04T17:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:13:52.787Z</updated><title type='text'>My Journey starts today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the Day that I go to be with my Beautiful Jenn, My last  day at work was yesterday. It's strange how that last day at work before a holiday always seems to be the longest, the seconds seem to last for hours. I kept my self busy though and when 1opm came I was all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my usual jog back to the house and when I reached the top of the hill I thought to my self Yay I reached the top and I don't have to run now for a while, I do enjoy running very much but I was glad for the last day of physical stuff to be done. I was now able to relax and begin to get ready to pack for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start packing until about 1am, but I watched the movie Iron man while I was packing, so it did slow me down a little, because it's such a great movie, I finally finished packing at about 320 am but I had put a second movie on, Full metal Jacket and that kept me up until around 440 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with me traveling the night before my flight because the first early train gets to the airport to late for my plane it will help me to stay awake. Ill be staying at the airport terminal for around 8 hours (over night). I will try and sleep on the plane but no matter how hard I try  I can't seem to drift off, Well I have in the past but only for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in just 2 hours from now I will be getting in my taxi and begin the trip to see my Beautiful Jenn and as always for anyone who follows our story there will be lots of pictures and I will tell the stories of our adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4535904902975101463?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4535904902975101463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4535904902975101463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4535904902975101463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4535904902975101463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='My Journey starts today'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4614618298714723802</id><published>2011-11-24T22:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:39:00.903Z</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Thanks giving in America, a day when people are able to give thanks for what they have and they have turkey and celebrate the day with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also celebrate this day in my own way and I am thankful for so many things every day.&lt;br /&gt;As any one who reads my posts will be aware I am so very thankful for my Jenn, I love her more now than ever before and in just ten days from now I will be setting off to see her.  I am  also thankful for my family and friends. I am thankful for my life and for all the things that I have , I am thankful for my Job, I know that the world is in a sticky position at the moment and there are lots and lots of people without work, and I truly hope that they will find work soon.  and I am thankful for the freedom I enjoy every day and I am thankful to those who fight to make sure that not just I but every one has the same freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a show on TV with my mother today about the second world war and a group of P.O.W's  that were forced to march up to 1000 miles across Germany while at gun point.  some of the survivors were speaking on the TV about what they had suffered and sacrificed. They are all old men now but you can see that the memories of what they had suffered were still clear as day in their minds. One man talked about how cold it was he said " I made the mistake of taking my boots of at night and when I came to put them on in the morning they had frozen, I was made to march in them and it was agony".  another man said about how they were infested with fleas and lice and that it was hard not to constantly be itching and sleep was difficult because the insects would start biting and moving around and finding warm places on them, as the march went on  and the soldiers got exhausted they would try to help each other, but illness took a lot of them and one soldier said that hunger was a constant issue and some of them would eat insects, some times at night it got so cold that they would lose feeling in their hands, arms and legs, and on some mornings not all of them would get up, some had died in their sleep through freezing to death for starvation and illness.   eventually they stopped in a field and fell asleep and when they woke the soldiers who had been forcing them to march had gone. the men started to wonder around and they heard tanks approaching, they thought it was the soldiers come back to finish them off, but it was the allies, the men who had marched nearly 1000 miles were saved. they were sent back to their base. at the end of the show one of the men who had been forced to march laid flowers on a plaque dedicated to the men of the Long march. One of the old men said that he had never married, because of the nightmares he has of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was watching the show and seeing the courage of the men who suffered the Long march that made me right this post and realize  just how thankful I am for everything I have every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4614618298714723802?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4614618298714723802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4614618298714723802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4614618298714723802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4614618298714723802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7796081263583284202</id><published>2011-11-10T23:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:26:55.680Z</updated><title type='text'>11111111</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th year we remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmuVEc28fw/TrxqwDWVr7I/AAAAAAAADNo/p9fDnvE9zSk/s1600/soldier%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmuVEc28fw/TrxqwDWVr7I/AAAAAAAADNo/p9fDnvE9zSk/s400/soldier%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673527004345249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so important to remember the soldiers who gave their lives  and the soldiers who are out there fighting for our freedom as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is never Ever a good thing and will only ever result in loss of life.&lt;br /&gt;all the many thousands of people who have lost their lives or lost loved ones as a result of conflicts of war is alarming, even a single life is so very important and we must always try to preserve life and the freedom to choose how to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLoShphl-zw/Trxqv93gmFI/AAAAAAAADNY/rO1uzpctMg4/s1600/soldier%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLoShphl-zw/Trxqv93gmFI/AAAAAAAADNY/rO1uzpctMg4/s400/soldier%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673527002873763922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igtcmO_f-0k/TrxqvqxFqJI/AAAAAAAADNE/cpmON7faGXs/s1600/soldier%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igtcmO_f-0k/TrxqvqxFqJI/AAAAAAAADNE/cpmON7faGXs/s400/soldier%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673526997746559122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's thanks to the soldiers who have fought and are defending our countries from the evils of the world that we have to thank for such freedoms that we enjoy and often take for granted every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYzsGQnb7bg/Trxqvkh1qOI/AAAAAAAADNQ/Zy9YX_gxMOk/s1600/soldier%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYzsGQnb7bg/Trxqvkh1qOI/AAAAAAAADNQ/Zy9YX_gxMOk/s400/soldier%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673526996071983330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you gave your today so that we could have a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all you have done and  do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7796081263583284202?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7796081263583284202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7796081263583284202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7796081263583284202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7796081263583284202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/11/11111111.html' title='11111111'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmuVEc28fw/TrxqwDWVr7I/AAAAAAAADNo/p9fDnvE9zSk/s72-c/soldier%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1182487017179068439</id><published>2011-10-31T23:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:22:26.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and horror movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yet another Halloween is here and at the moment I am sat watching some thing on TV about horror movies, and it was this that made me see  just how much movies have really changed over the years and not always for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young...well younger , it seemed that movies were truly horrifying.  the kind of terror that even hours after I had seen them I would lay in my bed and still have the images play in my mind and would give me the chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the 80's horror movies were soooo good, well most of them and they were made to scare both visually and mentally and some of the actors were and still are some of the very best in the world.   and so were the movies, if I had to name a top five horror movies  I think they would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;4 Poltergeist&lt;br /&gt;3 exorcist&lt;br /&gt;2 night of the living dead&lt;br /&gt;1 Salem's lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing scares me like the original Salems lot , I always remember a scene with a vampire scraping its long nails at a window trying to get in to a house to bite the neck of the victim, the vampire had glowing eyes and long nails and pale skin and no soul. truly terrifying. they could not go out is sunlight as they would burn to a cinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you look at vampires  they are stylish and sleek and they all look like super models and when they go in to sunlight instead of instantly burning to a crisp they glisten and sparkle. not scary at all ( Twilight ) they have become fashion icons, I am sorry to say but in my opinion vampires have taken a turn for the worst .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'but in general it seems that horror movies just don't really scare anymore , maybe the odd one will give a bit of a scare but nothing like the good old ones, if you can I would suggest that if you read this you make a attempt to watch my top 5 movies. I bet they will scare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a scary Halloween but a safe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1182487017179068439?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1182487017179068439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1182487017179068439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1182487017179068439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1182487017179068439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-and-horror-movies.html' title='Halloween and horror movies'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1882207884888546688</id><published>2011-10-25T14:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:20:43.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great news!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This month has been a very good month for me, and here are the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly and most important I will be going to see my Jenn again in December, We are both very excited to be together again, the last time we was together was in June so we have a lot to catch up on and I cant wait to be with her, I miss her so very much every day .  I have booked the ticket and even got my travel insurance already sorted out, all I need to do now is get my train ticket sorted and I'm all set. I will let you all know our adventures as we have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second news is that I have been nominated as the king of customer care for my city by customers. which I am very happy about and is a great thing,  I love my job and to be nominated for a award for doing something I love is Awesome. so thank you customers who nominated me.&lt;br /&gt;this is the third time I have been nominated for this award so I must be doing something right.  When it comes to my job though I always try to make it as fun  and pleasant of a experience as possible not only for me but for the people who I serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1882207884888546688?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1882207884888546688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1882207884888546688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1882207884888546688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1882207884888546688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-news.html' title='Great news!!!'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-463031439656871973</id><published>2011-10-08T23:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:03:09.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been aiming to loose a little weight over the last couple of months , when I started this project I weighed in at 14 stone/ 196 pounds.  my target was 13 stone/184 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday of this week I hit my target and I am now just giving it another week to make sure I stay at the weight, I don't want to find tomorrow that I wake up and have put a pound on and have to restart the process again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to change a few things while I have been on my diet mainly what I eat and how I eat it and also I love a bottle of coca cola but I had to give that up for a while and I found that more than anything it was the coke that was the main problem, I would drink 6 bottles a day, only the smaller ones but they had such a affect on my weight loss once I stopped drinking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run almost every day about 2.5 miles and I only eat a cheese salad sandwich before work and then nothing till after, roughly about 9 hours , but I was drinking coca cola, I got down to the last two pounds of my weight that I needed to loose but I just could not move it, for about three weeks I couldn't move the last two pounds and I knew I needed to stop drinking the coca cola , I needed to get drastic , so I stopped the coca cola and changed to bottled water. I now drank 4 of the bottles of water a day. and within a week I was down to my last pound to loose, and on Thursday I weighed my self and I had hit 13 stone dead on.  on crazy thing I noticed though is that for about three days before It said in the morning that I was 13 but at night I was 13 and 1. so I weighed more at night that in the morning. but now it is 13 all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stop just yet though, i will just keep it up for another week and then I will change my diet to maintain my weight and I think that it will be just as tough to keep it as it was to loose the weight or should I say to stay at my desired weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-463031439656871973?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/463031439656871973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=463031439656871973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/463031439656871973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/463031439656871973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-target.html' title='Tough target'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2172495360277598344</id><published>2011-09-24T23:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:22:40.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's gonna kill me for this one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago, maybe a week mom bought some Philadelphia cream cheese. Now I love cheese of all kinds and Philadelphia cheese is right up there. I could eat it all day  I really do love cheese so you can imagine when I saw the Philly just how excited I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers words were "Do not Eat any of the cheese, it's for your sandwiches for work", And I know she was serious because she was pointing her finger at me when she was saying it.&lt;br /&gt;So she went off to bed and I played on my games for a while, a few hours passed and I was feeling a little peckish. I looked in biscuit box and got a marsbar.  I also looked in the fridge and there it was, the Philadelphia cheese. but I remembered my mothers words/warning and I managed to pull my self away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next night after mom had gone to bed I got hungry again so I looked in the fridge , and there it was and this time it was open, I couldn't help it I just dipped my finger in there and got a scoop of the cream cheese. it was sooooo good and yummi. but now there is a huge finger shape scoop in the cheese, so I take another scoop, just to try and hide the first one ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to bed and have sweet dreams and the next night same thing happened I get more cheese and now there is none left and all that remains is the empty carton in the fridge and I know that when my mother finds out she is gonna go crazy. but I just can't help my self when it comes to the philly cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2172495360277598344?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2172495360277598344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2172495360277598344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2172495360277598344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2172495360277598344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/09/moms-gonna-kill-me-for-this-one.html' title='Mom&apos;s gonna kill me for this one.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6548013623081235834</id><published>2011-09-05T23:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:47:26.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The ones left behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The anniversary of the 9/11 was on the TV the other day, I can't believe that ten years has now passed since that dreadful day, and I remember it like it was just last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came on the news and I saw the first tower with smoke billowing from the mid section. The news reporters saying they thought it was a accident, then the second plane hit and the world new in a instant that it was no accident. I was so upset by what I saw , it was a act of pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people were lost, people who never suspected that that day would be their last, people who were going to go home and eat with their family and loved ones, people who on the whole were good people and were just doing their every day normal things.  Those people are forever gone but not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I think of 9/11 I don't just think of the people who's lives were lost, I also think of the people who lost the loved ones. I imagine them seeing on the news the horror and then coming to know that their loved ones wont be coming home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine them at first thinking that maybe their loved ones got away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and that they will be home soon, they wait till their normal time of arriving looking out of the window to see the one they love coming up the drive in the car, but their is just a empty space where they should be, the night goes on and it's at this time when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realise&lt;/span&gt; that their loved ones are gone. I can never imagine the sadness and loss felt by those people, to lose the ones they love and never have them  to hold again or to see their smiling faces and to hear their voices. I feel the deepest of sorrow for these people and I wish there was something I could do to help them all with their loss.  it is these people who I think of the most when I think of 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who were left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6548013623081235834?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6548013623081235834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6548013623081235834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6548013623081235834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6548013623081235834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/09/ones-left-behind.html' title='The ones left behind.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8998021117402663526</id><published>2011-09-02T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:44:28.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't beat the classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sat at the house and I am watching the original Police Academy movie on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I love some of the older movies, the are classics in every way , but some times they try to remake some of them and no matter how good the special effects are  and no matter how much money is spent on the remake  it will just never beat the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a prime example of this is the carry on movies. not every body  will know these movies but they are one of the jewels in the crown of comedy movies, they were made in the late sixties and through to the mid eighties. and the line up of stars in the movie was a A list of actresses and actors including , Sid James, Hattie Jacques , Kenneth Williams, and Barbra Windsor. They are all long gone now, but when these people got together in the carry on movies they could make any audience laugh out loud and me and my mother spend many a happy hour watching these movies and I would very highly recommend them to anybody who loves a good comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the nineties long after the original crew of the carry one movies were dead and gone, they tried to do a remake of one of the movies, Carry on Columbus, it flopped completely I watched it my self and I gave maybe the odd smirk or smile but that was it.   and the simple fact of the matter is that the magic that was there when the original crew was alive had gone when they did and just cant be re created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times Classics are better left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8998021117402663526?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8998021117402663526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8998021117402663526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8998021117402663526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8998021117402663526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/09/cant-beat-classics.html' title='Can&apos;t beat the classics'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8908845760123313431</id><published>2011-08-19T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:53:33.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a strange dream last night. and seen as I said I would write a post a week I figured I would write about this strange dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I was stood at the edge of a road leading on to a very large suspension bridge I was surrounded by tall buildings, maybe a city and the bridge went over a gap i couldn't see if the gap was the ocean or a canyon, but I think it was the ocean or maybe a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was lots of cars and traffic on the bridge but it wasn't really moving and I noticed more than anything a bus at the front of the  on the bridge but I didn't take notice of the numbers but, the bus was grey and was a single deck bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking toward the bridge and I noticed that the suspension cables were giving way and the bridge began to collapse. all the people on the bridge and all the cars and trucks and bikes  dropped with the bridge in to the gap the the bridge was going across. I could hear the suspension cables snapping and stretching under the strain and the last thing to drop was the grey bus.  a great plume of smoke came from out of the gap that the bridge had crossed. people were screaming in horror apart from one old lady. she was looking and she was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8908845760123313431?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8908845760123313431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8908845760123313431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8908845760123313431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8908845760123313431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6971493307769013707</id><published>2011-08-15T17:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:10:31.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I have wrote on here, it's not that I have forgotten but I have just been busy working a lot and I haven't really had to much to write about. but I figured I had better write something before I get a writers block and then I will be stuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that things seem to have gone crazy in England at the moment with all the riots and stuff. Every body seems to be blaming every body for that, the government is blaming the youth and the youth is blaming the government. but no one is ready to say ok this is wrong so how do we tackle it and resolve the situation in the best interests for every body and as long as the blame is been passed from pillar to post it will continue to be this way. but rioting is a strong sign that things are very wrong somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all that, I have been doing my jogging most days and I am almost at my target weight of 13 stone, but one thing I have noticed about loosing weight, those last few pounds are the hardest to get rid of. but  I keep my Jogging going and I know those last 3 pounds will soon shed off, but I also think that the next difficult point will be keeping that weight. so many people have said that it is just as hard as the diet it's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going very well at the moment and I am saving so I can go and be with my Beautiful Jenn again soon, we both miss each other very much and we get to talk every day which I am very great full. I miss her so much every day and I love her more than any words I can say or type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I needed to start typing on here and I feel slightly better for doing so. when I write at first what starts as a trickle of letters soon become words and the sentences follow. and before I know it I have written a full page of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and from now on I will attempt to write one blog a week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6971493307769013707?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6971493307769013707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6971493307769013707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6971493307769013707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6971493307769013707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1037023701571278793</id><published>2011-07-05T01:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:37:45.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Dunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shocked to hear that one of the stars of Jackass Ryan Dunn died a few weeks ago. I was in the states at the time when he died and was not aware until a few days after the tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his porch some how went off the road and took a dive in to a ditch at the side of the road. he died almost instantly. For many years he made me laugh with his foolish stunts and tricks on the TV show Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it hit all his fans the same way, but what really got me annoyed about the whole thing was that apparently for a few days after the accident people where going to the site and trying to scavenge parts of the car or belongings that had fallen out of the car so that they could sell them on Ebay. I just want to say to all you people who are doing that. You are vultures and grave robbers and you should be ashamed of your selves. you have no respect and what you are doing is so very wrong and you have no morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant but I just can't believe we live in a world where people would go so low  as to profit from a fellow human beings death like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't know Ryan  Dunn personally but I feel like I did in a way because I watched all the Jackass shows and he was one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the times you made me laugh Ryan Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1037023701571278793?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1037023701571278793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1037023701571278793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1037023701571278793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1037023701571278793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/07/ryan-dunn.html' title='Ryan Dunn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-673032980582300635</id><published>2011-06-27T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:04:59.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am now back in England, I have been here for 11 hours and I have only just finished putting everything away, but I have been missing my Jenn since the second I last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks we spent together were amazing and every day was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we get up to over the last few days??&lt;br /&gt;Well I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to our favorite restaurant in the world the Kani house, I have never tasted egg fried rice so good in my life and they serve portions that are guaranteed to make you full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went back to the gold mining place and gave the panning another go. while we was there we was also looking for something to buy, and we found it. a necklace for Jennifer, and it was her birth stone and mine combined in one amethyst and citrine.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtf-gwSX4_k/TgjvXxU0joI/AAAAAAAAC0c/XiL9525SikA/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtf-gwSX4_k/TgjvXxU0joI/AAAAAAAAC0c/XiL9525SikA/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007326428761730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we both felt like fate led us to find it and it will be a reminder of the time in June that we spent in Dahlonega&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGLN7dvL3C4/TgjvYte_kcI/AAAAAAAAC0s/-xyoZ61jEOY/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGLN7dvL3C4/TgjvYte_kcI/AAAAAAAAC0s/-xyoZ61jEOY/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007342577553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tired a restaurant  near Dahlonega and I had a cheese Philly steak sandwich and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another first for me was having boiled peanuts. along a road just outside of Daholnega there is a old man who sells  them, he is a sweet old man and for just 4 dollars you will get a bag full of hot boiled peanuts and they are really good.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNy9ftP1nAQ/TgjvYC5Sq7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/Vu1QlT7Zz_s/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNy9ftP1nAQ/TgjvYC5Sq7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/Vu1QlT7Zz_s/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007331145132978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if ever you are around Dahlonega seek him out and try his boiled peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday I had to go back to England but we had a few hours before I had to be at the airport so we made the most of every minute. we visited the square and ate at the piazza, I had spaghetti and Jenn had pizza .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we had to go to the airport and I had to leave for England. I really hate having to be away from my Jenn but I know we will be back together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a few movies while we was there, on Saturday we mainly walked around the square in Dahlonega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-673032980582300635?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/673032980582300635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=673032980582300635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/673032980582300635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/673032980582300635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-last-few-days.html' title='Our last few days'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtf-gwSX4_k/TgjvXxU0joI/AAAAAAAAC0c/XiL9525SikA/s72-c/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2807027369692531945</id><published>2011-06-24T16:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:48:55.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we have done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jenn have had a busy few days having fun. We went to a place called Lake Lanier some where in Buford. Now they said that there could have been storms on the way but me and Jenn risked it anyways. We got there and it was all nice and sunny , we managed to get on two water shoots on a double inflatable dingy thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to walk along the beach together, it was the first time my feet hand stepped on to a beach in nearly 16 years. To step on to a beach with Jenn made it perfect.  we went through a fun house together and around every corner in the fun house we got soaked with water.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the top and there was a water shoot heading to a spiral shoot at the bottom, I wanted to give it a try. Jenn waited for me and I got right to the front of the line and the lady said that she had to close the ride due to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time a storm had developed behind us and there was thunder and lightning, so lightning plus water add people don't equal anything good. Me and Jenn headed for the entrance , along the way we heard that they were going to close the park. We had only been there for twenty minutes and had paid nearly thirty dollars each to get in. They told us that they were going to give refunds to people who had day passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the entrance and wait, apparently they had to wait a while to see if the storm passed but I didn't think they would keep us waiting a hour and a half in the thunder storm. people were starting to get annoyed and when they asked all they were getting told is that they were gonna do another weather check soon. so after a long wait a lady came round and handed out a free one day admission for all the people who had a day pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I was overly happy about it because I would have preferred my money back, but they said that they don't give refunds. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures there because its all water slides and shoots and my camera doesn't like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been helping Jenn move out of her college apartment. She graduated in so she doesn't go to collage anymore but they give people extra time to move there stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2807027369692531945?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2807027369692531945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2807027369692531945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2807027369692531945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2807027369692531945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-we-have-done.html' title='Things we have done.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5599599351828275548</id><published>2011-06-20T03:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T04:09:15.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting, Petting and Guys and Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40BO9YnyMNc/Tf64bu2CXBI/AAAAAAAAC0E/eU-EYmJDu9c/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last two days me and Jennifer have been having lots of fun.  We started on Friday by going to the petting zoo in Dahlonega and  feeding all the animals there we both love animals very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dP6fOqLjf8M/Tf64bZ2FkeI/AAAAAAAACz8/89Bee1b_vRE/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dP6fOqLjf8M/Tf64bZ2FkeI/AAAAAAAACz8/89Bee1b_vRE/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620132165938680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwuhtPOQayk/Tf64b7DD8OI/AAAAAAAAC0M/ze4Oi_DTBf8/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwuhtPOQayk/Tf64b7DD8OI/AAAAAAAAC0M/ze4Oi_DTBf8/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620132174851469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40BO9YnyMNc/Tf64bu2CXBI/AAAAAAAAC0E/eU-EYmJDu9c/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40BO9YnyMNc/Tf64bu2CXBI/AAAAAAAAC0E/eU-EYmJDu9c/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620132171575614482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-WTvp6n9B8/Tf62Iyw3yJI/AAAAAAAACzs/HwcgIzHVEtY/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-WTvp6n9B8/Tf62Iyw3yJI/AAAAAAAACzs/HwcgIzHVEtY/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129647186921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvWrkd4a2_c/Tf62IUd2tKI/AAAAAAAACzk/S5YunAm4jbw/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvWrkd4a2_c/Tf62IUd2tKI/AAAAAAAACzk/S5YunAm4jbw/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129639054095522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CUTe3L3SFI/Tf62H4QVUEI/AAAAAAAACzc/am3jtCcWUnw/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CUTe3L3SFI/Tf62H4QVUEI/AAAAAAAACzc/am3jtCcWUnw/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129631481188418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdToS8Z1zFg/Tf62Hiva9sI/AAAAAAAACzU/63VpXPqxrwg/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdToS8Z1zFg/Tf62Hiva9sI/AAAAAAAACzU/63VpXPqxrwg/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129625706002114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNdnfmzak9s/Tf62Jb6DlOI/AAAAAAAACz0/cDPyEiuvGGE/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNdnfmzak9s/Tf62Jb6DlOI/AAAAAAAACz0/cDPyEiuvGGE/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620129658231297250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the petting zoo me and Jenn decided it was time to show our artistic side  and do some painting. I painted a Dinosaur and Jenn painted a vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5u9v4SUHFU/Tf6zuU9QMrI/AAAAAAAACzE/Y0AmpTtQ5jM/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qHu9EYZjE4/Tf6zt3OCxZI/AAAAAAAACy8/eM3phlCa23Y/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qHu9EYZjE4/Tf6zt3OCxZI/AAAAAAAACy8/eM3phlCa23Y/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620126985503294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jjHq_t0IMk/Tf6zvLjw_BI/AAAAAAAACzM/GA3CuIE-WXw/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jjHq_t0IMk/Tf6zvLjw_BI/AAAAAAAACzM/GA3CuIE-WXw/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620127008142982162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2Ru1tFkees/Tf6ztseRRcI/AAAAAAAACy0/vxcLkYBxYBk/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2Ru1tFkees/Tf6ztseRRcI/AAAAAAAACy0/vxcLkYBxYBk/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620126982618564034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the painting we went to see Guys and Dolls, a musical at the holly theater in Dahlonega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5u9v4SUHFU/Tf6zuU9QMrI/AAAAAAAACzE/Y0AmpTtQ5jM/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5u9v4SUHFU/Tf6zuU9QMrI/AAAAAAAACzE/Y0AmpTtQ5jM/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620126993485935282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahkpXnTqzl0/Tf6ztcBkMzI/AAAAAAAACys/fv3lR8Fm0-0/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahkpXnTqzl0/Tf6ztcBkMzI/AAAAAAAACys/fv3lR8Fm0-0/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620126978203202354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have had a busy few days and now I am ready for my bed but thank you for reading our post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jjHq_t0IMk/Tf6zvLjw_BI/AAAAAAAACzM/GA3CuIE-WXw/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5599599351828275548?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5599599351828275548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5599599351828275548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5599599351828275548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5599599351828275548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/painting-petting-and-guys-and-dolls.html' title='Painting, Petting and Guys and Dolls'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dP6fOqLjf8M/Tf64bZ2FkeI/AAAAAAAACz8/89Bee1b_vRE/s72-c/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3729491229989495886</id><published>2011-06-16T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:56:20.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We went goldmining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVRoDzpw0KQ/TfpyuM6MwTI/AAAAAAAACyE/C9JBRtCoIcc/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today me and Jenn decided we would try our hand at gold mining, Well not in the literal sense if the word, but we took a tour of one of the gold mines in Dahlonega, this one was the biggest mine of it's time east of the Mississippi river and there was still gold in there to be found. but we couldn't just go digging in the mines, apparently you needed special permission to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the day off me and Jenn went to a restaurant and had a wonderful meal, I had a steak sandwich, usually I'm not one for steak but this was really nice. Jenn had Chicken pot pie and I had to have a taste of that too, just to see how it tasted and that was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;Now at some point in a meal there comes a time when you miss your mouth and a small portion of the food misses and lands on your top, I don't care who you are I bet it has happened to you too. some of the sauce from the sandwich had leaked out the other end and had dripped on to my top, and it was only a small drop no bigger than the size of a pin head, Jenn sees this and gets a napkin dips it in the water and begins to rub the napkin on my top to remove the stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY5I51qmp68/TfpytMbPkiI/AAAAAAAACx0/eEg_s8yJNlA/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY5I51qmp68/TfpytMbPkiI/AAAAAAAACx0/eEg_s8yJNlA/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929605853286946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down expecting to see the small stain gone and it was, but now in it's place was a huge damp spot on my top and Jenn is giggling at me. it looks like I dribbled the entire sandwich down my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hsLtHZiWo/TfpytgolcNI/AAAAAAAACx8/G9DislWaSH0/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hsLtHZiWo/TfpytgolcNI/AAAAAAAACx8/G9DislWaSH0/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929611277955282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to the gold mine and we purchased a spot on the orange tour group and we were given two silver coins one for me and one for Jenn. The coins would be used later to pay for the gold plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVRoDzpw0KQ/TfpyuM6MwTI/AAAAAAAACyE/C9JBRtCoIcc/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVRoDzpw0KQ/TfpyuM6MwTI/AAAAAAAACyE/C9JBRtCoIcc/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929623162994994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWSdi4_apCo/TfpyuUBGXtI/AAAAAAAACyM/J3GV3bVXIXc/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWSdi4_apCo/TfpyuUBGXtI/AAAAAAAACyM/J3GV3bVXIXc/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929625070984914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the tour guided by a man who told us all the details about how the mines were made and how the gold was found, I was looking around for gold that may have been left behind , but there was none apart from the super small grain of flower size pieces that were stuck   in the mountain walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JewFSkO6axw/Tfp0MuzKuGI/AAAAAAAACyc/Gi8KysNVXvM/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JewFSkO6axw/Tfp0MuzKuGI/AAAAAAAACyc/Gi8KysNVXvM/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618931247168010338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cave system went down to 200 feet at some points , the tour guide turned of the lights to show us how dark it would have been and I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face, he told about how when they would set of dynamite it would some times knock out the lights down there and so some times for hours the miners would have to sit in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJbSkEV0rcM/Tfpyuu9dIkI/AAAAAAAACyU/8CmMDFNDjGs/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJbSkEV0rcM/Tfpyuu9dIkI/AAAAAAAACyU/8CmMDFNDjGs/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929632303456834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the mines and as we got closer to the surface we could feel the heat of the outside hit us. Deep down in the caves it was cool and actually quite nice. but we couldn't stay down there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the surface and we handed over our silver coins and they gave us a plate each full of sand and mud, we had to use water to wash away the sand and mud to find any gold. after nearly 20 minutes , we both found gold but not even a ounce, in fact not even a quarter of a ounce, so it makes you appreciate just how long you would have to be at it to find and amount of gold that would be worth any real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXYsHD-Mu3A/Tfp0NPXk4DI/AAAAAAAACyk/2_Zi0MQWG1M/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXYsHD-Mu3A/Tfp0NPXk4DI/AAAAAAAACyk/2_Zi0MQWG1M/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618931255910654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had a lot of fun and learned  something new at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3729491229989495886?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3729491229989495886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3729491229989495886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3729491229989495886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3729491229989495886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-went-goldmining.html' title='We went goldmining'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY5I51qmp68/TfpytMbPkiI/AAAAAAAACx0/eEg_s8yJNlA/s72-c/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4611084560641668761</id><published>2011-06-16T03:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T03:50:33.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What me and Jenn did today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First let me apologies but I didn't manage to get any pictures today, because most of the day was spent in water and I don't have a water proof camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Me and Jenn went Tubing on the river together in Dahlonega, With the weather been so hot it seemed like the perfect thing to do and this time I managed to keep my head above water, the stream was nice and slow and the only danger involved was getting dive bombed by a dragon fly that was circling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going round the stream twice we decided we would go to a pool just a little further up the road and take a swim, we swam for about twenty minutes and even had a race across the pool, I only just won Jenn, she can swim fast but I don't think either one of us will be appearing in the Olympics any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on we went to the movies and watched Judy Moody, it was a cool movie and we had fun watching it and I Absolutely love the Icy's that they have there especially the cherry flavor one yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we plan to go a new restaurant , also we are gonna go gold mining in Dahlonega, I have never tried that before but it sounds very interesting, I hope they let you keep the gold you find, I could be rich by this time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise there will be lots of pictures for you to see, thank you for all of you who follow mine and Jenn's story. I was just thinking today that it has been four years since me and Jenn first started going out and I have loved every second and it will get better and better, so keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading our story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4611084560641668761?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4611084560641668761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4611084560641668761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4611084560641668761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4611084560641668761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-me-and-jenn-did-today.html' title='What me and Jenn did today.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6207993291263945641</id><published>2011-06-14T21:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:16:57.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful time with Jenn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-kTiZAgrss/TffNQS36BBI/AAAAAAAACw8/n4Cn5ynQ38c/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnllXdjJFS4/TffO-TcSoTI/AAAAAAAACxk/-BvaWXhHW4M/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Me and my Jenn had a great day, We went to the Baby land hospital for cabbage patch kids in Cleveland Georgia, I once heard of the cabbage patch dolls years ago in England but this place was a mansion completely dedicated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3oiaxJHXN4/TffClqwp3cI/AAAAAAAACvc/IRDmrsJRqjg/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3oiaxJHXN4/TffClqwp3cI/AAAAAAAACvc/IRDmrsJRqjg/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173012557290946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02mYB6XS6rU/TffCmGbdykI/AAAAAAAACvk/6IUE5GmCmI0/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02mYB6XS6rU/TffCmGbdykI/AAAAAAAACvk/6IUE5GmCmI0/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173019984611906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN9vRCHSdDQ/TffCm_KIfPI/AAAAAAAACvs/XOtHOW20RZY/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN9vRCHSdDQ/TffCm_KIfPI/AAAAAAAACvs/XOtHOW20RZY/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173035212733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the firs type to present day dolls and they even had a new born area where these things came out of cabbages in the ground.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEmFxbvidoo/TffJK1ZtwRI/AAAAAAAACwc/PMiJ76z2ACg/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEmFxbvidoo/TffJK1ZtwRI/AAAAAAAACwc/PMiJ76z2ACg/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618180248138793234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76X3QQlAp7U/TffCnYvrMZI/AAAAAAAACv0/fT9ttfVneiM/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76X3QQlAp7U/TffCnYvrMZI/AAAAAAAACv0/fT9ttfVneiM/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173042081083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqVRcyIYYy8/TffJKkDBQZI/AAAAAAAACwU/HJQWMWY9IpQ/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqVRcyIYYy8/TffJKkDBQZI/AAAAAAAACwU/HJQWMWY9IpQ/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618180243480199570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds strange and you have to see it to believe it. even the people who work there are dressed as doctors and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;if your ever in Cleveland Georgia you gotta go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was a place called Tommy boy's.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnllXdjJFS4/TffO-TcSoTI/AAAAAAAACxk/-BvaWXhHW4M/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnllXdjJFS4/TffO-TcSoTI/AAAAAAAACxk/-BvaWXhHW4M/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618186629934129458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was a burger bar and it was very yummi, I am slightly picky about my burgers but this place was really good, but while I was there I tried to go to the rest room but the door was locked and the lights were out in there, so I go ask the waitress for a key. She walks up to the door and tries it but it's still locked, she knocks on the door and then we here a voice coming from the other side, who ever the guy was he sounded angry so I went back to mine and Jenn's table and had my burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way back We saw the sign for a zoo, and so we decided we would turn around and go back to the zoo, as we pulled in to a drive we saw a sign saying Baptist ancient cemetery, I couldn't resist I had to go take a look. We drove along a small rubble road that was surrounded buy bushes and trees, and we came through to a really old graveyard on a hill.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yoZRChPB1A/TffJMFeI73I/AAAAAAAACw0/JrgXQd3ru5E/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yoZRChPB1A/TffJMFeI73I/AAAAAAAACw0/JrgXQd3ru5E/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618180269632188274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C3flaE1_Ng/TffJLYEbxvI/AAAAAAAACwk/k9ugH92jJU8/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C3flaE1_Ng/TffJLYEbxvI/AAAAAAAACwk/k9ugH92jJU8/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618180257444775666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the graves were so old that the names had worn off and some had been built by loose bricks, it was very spooky indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the grave yard we went to the zoo and saw all the animals , they had birds and chickens and cockerels and even a crocodile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lk2WLmW7vE/TffNQnOTE0I/AAAAAAAACxE/3FhYiyu2EhQ/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lk2WLmW7vE/TffNQnOTE0I/AAAAAAAACxE/3FhYiyu2EhQ/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618184745458537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kerr6m8pRls/TffNRCE4_NI/AAAAAAAACxM/78qt4XQiT9A/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kerr6m8pRls/TffNRCE4_NI/AAAAAAAACxM/78qt4XQiT9A/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618184752666836178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-kTiZAgrss/TffNQS36BBI/AAAAAAAACw8/n4Cn5ynQ38c/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-kTiZAgrss/TffNQS36BBI/AAAAAAAACw8/n4Cn5ynQ38c/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618184739995911186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faC4NdbxGkY/TffNRbCOptI/AAAAAAAACxU/Fd87g_I--z0/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faC4NdbxGkY/TffNRbCOptI/AAAAAAAACxU/Fd87g_I--z0/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618184759366559442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGAlMkCBG4E/TffNRo7bxGI/AAAAAAAACxc/gLaMDa6Za30/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGAlMkCBG4E/TffNRo7bxGI/AAAAAAAACxc/gLaMDa6Za30/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618184763096155234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even saw a zedonk a cross between a donkey and a zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on tonight we are going to see a movie at the theater and I'm sure we will have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmZAC6qjN-4/TffCletuCRI/AAAAAAAACvU/5bpcbtbM4Ac/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmZAC6qjN-4/TffCletuCRI/AAAAAAAACvU/5bpcbtbM4Ac/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173009323755794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYpHCoYGr8Y/TffO-truziI/AAAAAAAACxs/JL7_Pc8in-I/s1600/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYpHCoYGr8Y/TffO-truziI/AAAAAAAACxs/JL7_Pc8in-I/s400/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618186636978212386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6207993291263945641?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6207993291263945641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6207993291263945641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6207993291263945641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6207993291263945641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/wonderful-time-with-jenn.html' title='A wonderful time with Jenn.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3oiaxJHXN4/TffClqwp3cI/AAAAAAAACvc/IRDmrsJRqjg/s72-c/Jenn%2BJune%2B2011%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1668468762873161082</id><published>2011-06-14T03:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T05:18:47.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to see my Jenn june 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey every body who reads this and follows mine and Jenn's story.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am back with my Beautiful Jenn and very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey to get here was ok but for the first time ever my flight was delayed by two hours, the plane was there but they were waiting on some parts to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soon on my way and had a fairly good flight with little turbulence and one of the best landings&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced so far .&lt;br /&gt;I got to Atlanta and I met my Jenn, I was so happy to see her. even though the schedule was behind by two hours we managed to catch up and have fun. Today was a Early start and me and Jenn had always been though Atlanta but had never gone in to Atlanta so today we took the chance to take a look around.&lt;br /&gt;Jenn took me to the Lenox Mall  and we had a look around, There are few malls in England the size of that one as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever I had guacamole and When I first was it I was a little worried that I may not like it but, I loved it. Just goes to show that You can't always judge on looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a little jet lagged but I'm sure that I will be better by tomorrow , Me and Jenn have some plans for tomorrow , we hope to go tubing on the river and also go to the petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will  be sure to take as many pictures as I can for you all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1668468762873161082?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1668468762873161082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1668468762873161082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1668468762873161082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1668468762873161082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn-june-2011.html' title='My trip to see my Jenn june 2011'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1431942732068896407</id><published>2011-06-09T23:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:21:47.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One more shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow will be my last shift before I go to see my Beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;The last shift is always the longest one because I will be looking at the clock and counting the hours down. I can already feel myself going in to holiday mode, I can feel my  body starting to slow down from work mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hold out for the one more shift and at ten pm tomorrow night I will be done and then I will get back to the house and pack my bags and then on Saturday I will begin my trip across the Atlantic to where my Beautiful Jenn will be waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be with her again, She is my life and I am happiest when I am with her, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I am thankful that I have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having lots of fun and as always I will be writing about what we do on here not just for people to read but as a trip down memory lane for me. I often look at my older posts of my time with my Jenn and it always makes me smile, every second that I spend with Jennifer is so very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also post lots of pictures of us for you all to see.  I know that I haven't been writing on her as much as I should, but I will be writing on here a lot more over the next few weeks. I need to get back in to the habit  of writing, I do miss it very much but with working so much I haven't really had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1431942732068896407?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1431942732068896407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1431942732068896407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1431942732068896407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1431942732068896407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-more-shift.html' title='One more shift'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1745146670443266953</id><published>2011-05-22T00:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:21:51.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>May 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so today the 21st of my was suppose to be the end of the world according to &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-preacher-warns-end-of-the-world-is-nigh-21-may-around-6pm-to-be-precise-2254139.html"&gt;Harold Camping&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A preacher who has told all his followers to prepare for Judgment day on the 21st of may 2011 at 6pm. he also said that he was going to sit at home and watch CNN to see the end of the world unfold, some how this would happen at six pm in each time zone. There would be a massive earthquake that would instantly kill 200 million people who would be saved by Jesus and the rest of us would stay until some time in October when the world would finally meet its bitter end and whom ever was left would burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Mr Harold Camping...Your wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people say the world is going to end.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that no one truly knows the exact time and date the world will end.&lt;br /&gt;While I am sure that the world wont last forever I am sure that no one can say times and dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that it is very irresponsible of some one who has such influence on so many to make them believe without knowing them selves that such a event will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1745146670443266953?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1745146670443266953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1745146670443266953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1745146670443266953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1745146670443266953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-so-today-21st-of-my-was-suppose-to.html' title='May 21st'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3188079675406249960</id><published>2011-04-25T13:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:50:25.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago now, my email account got hacked and whom ever did it sent Emails to people on my email list, I do believe that the email that was sent my contain spam or some kind of virus, so if You see a Email from me and it was roughly around the 21st -23rd of this month please just delete it, I am very sorry for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time that something like this has happened and hopefully the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Hacked'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2531309113600764112</id><published>2011-04-23T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:53:39.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today 23rd of April was a day I will never forget, I have never witnessed a storm like I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;I walk to work every day, I love to walk and feel the sun on my face and today as I walked to work. the weather was so nice and hot and people were in the park enjoying the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got to work I did notice that the sky on the horizon was looking a little dull but I didn't give it a second thought, they said on the news that there was a smog alert so I just thought that it was something to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work for about half a hour and one of my work mates says that he can hear thunder, and as soon as he says that I can hear it, I go look out front and I can feel spots of rain. The rain begins to get faster and faster, and next thing I know there are small chunks of hail in the rain and the thunder is getting louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain and hail are now coming down so hard that it is bouncing of the road and pavement, and now I am noticing that the greats in the road are coming lose and water is shooting up through them,  a river is now forming on the road and traffic is coming to a craw, things are pretty bad at this point and people are running for cover, anyone near my store I am calling in to get dry and have a place to stay till it all calms down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather did not calm down, the rain soon was taken over by hail and in just a few minutes the ground was white over, the sound of the hail hitting the roofs of the nearby shops and my store was as loud as the thunder, and it kept going for at least 5 minutes, there was now a small river where the road once was and a few shops had been flooded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was breaking through and melting all the hail and it was causing steam to rise from the ground, it looked real spooky.  it was just like something out of day after tomorrow and I honestly thought for a moment that my shop was going to flood and we would have to go upstairs to escape the water.  but thankfully the storm passed and just one hour after you would have never guessed anything had ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really was so very strange and I hope it doesn't happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2531309113600764112?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2531309113600764112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2531309113600764112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2531309113600764112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2531309113600764112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-storm.html' title='What a storm'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8411568130653932840</id><published>2011-04-12T21:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:09:07.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so I have to admit it, I have a writing block and I think that maybe writing about it will get rid of it, I had this before and I did get out of it and I am sure I will get out of this one, there really are so many things I want to write about but it is always those first few lines I get stuck on. This is in fact the most I have written on here in a while and I already am feeling a little better about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the next thing that I can write about is that I have booked my next ticket to go and be with my Beautiful Jenn. I will be with her in June, she and I are both very exited to be with each other again. Only sixty days to go, I still have a few things to do first, get the train tickets and travel insurance but apart from that I am pretty much set. I do miss my Jenn so very much and every day I wish I was with her. Jenn graduates in may and I am so very proud of her, she really is working so very hard, I love you my beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also my great nephew baby Marcus 2nd birthday, I can't believe just how fast the time has gone, Seems that it was just yesterday when he was born, Time moves so fast just like life does and if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I seem to have overcome my writers block for a while there, Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8411568130653932840?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8411568130653932840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8411568130653932840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8411568130653932840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8411568130653932840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/04/writing-block.html' title='Writing block'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1340013206582157124</id><published>2011-03-24T17:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:10:13.463Z</updated><title type='text'>When I see a Elephant fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUTE5yEHKr0/TYuIm4qNWMI/AAAAAAAACkw/2Et7TF5lVYk/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lblW_ulvhwY/TYuImVhhCPI/AAAAAAAACko/MRSKE1D9vxQ/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was visiting with my Jenn, I took as many pictures as possible, now every so often I come across a picture that I take of something odd or amusing and this is one of those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lblW_ulvhwY/TYuImVhhCPI/AAAAAAAACko/MRSKE1D9vxQ/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lblW_ulvhwY/TYuImVhhCPI/AAAAAAAACko/MRSKE1D9vxQ/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587709954877360370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, looks just like a Elephant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUTE5yEHKr0/TYuIm4qNWMI/AAAAAAAACkw/2Et7TF5lVYk/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUTE5yEHKr0/TYuIm4qNWMI/AAAAAAAACkw/2Et7TF5lVYk/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587709964309059778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I just about seen everything when I see a Elephant fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1340013206582157124?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1340013206582157124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1340013206582157124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1340013206582157124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1340013206582157124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-see-elephant-fly.html' title='When I see a Elephant fly.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lblW_ulvhwY/TYuImVhhCPI/AAAAAAAACko/MRSKE1D9vxQ/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7320166015070667301</id><published>2011-03-20T23:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:18:46.511Z</updated><title type='text'>So true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stories, We all spend our lives telling em, about this about that, about people.&lt;br /&gt;But some, some stories are so good we wish they'd never end.&lt;br /&gt;There so gripping that we will go without sleep just to see a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Some stories bring us laughter, and sometimes they bring us tears, but isn't that what a great story does, makes you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Stories that are so powerful, They really are with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this but I love the quote. how true it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7320166015070667301?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7320166015070667301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7320166015070667301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7320166015070667301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7320166015070667301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-true.html' title='So true'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3679999707503541251</id><published>2011-03-17T21:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:59:38.120Z</updated><title type='text'>A great uncle for the 3rd time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 2am this morning my niece Naomi gave birth to 7 pound 8 oz  Taylor Andrew Pilkington.&lt;br /&gt;He is  so very small and cute. I held him for just a few minutes, his little hand wrapped around my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rgliWUu9gI/TYKDjuZih-I/AAAAAAAACjo/GkSZWnCMap4/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rgliWUu9gI/TYKDjuZih-I/AAAAAAAACjo/GkSZWnCMap4/s400/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585171137666648034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So small, so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iew_KkXnJGE/TYKDjT8yGUI/AAAAAAAACjg/hQFynsFM7zo/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iew_KkXnJGE/TYKDjT8yGUI/AAAAAAAACjg/hQFynsFM7zo/s400/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585171130566711618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his hand around my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNN9rnvZvt4/TYKDiwNVItI/AAAAAAAACjY/JLEp9t_NSRs/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNN9rnvZvt4/TYKDiwNVItI/AAAAAAAACjY/JLEp9t_NSRs/s400/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585171120972440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3679999707503541251?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3679999707503541251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3679999707503541251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3679999707503541251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3679999707503541251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-uncle-for-3rd-time.html' title='A great uncle for the 3rd time'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rgliWUu9gI/TYKDjuZih-I/AAAAAAAACjo/GkSZWnCMap4/s72-c/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2Bproject%2B2011%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-642688077964970510</id><published>2011-03-03T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:50:42.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today on my way to work I saw a awful accident, I didn't see the actual impact but I heard a bang and when I looked round to see what had happened I see a car screeching to  a stop and a body flying from the bonnet through the air for about 5 yards and then hitting the road and scraping for another 5 yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who had been hit was not moving, I can't beleive what I have just seen and I start running towards the person . I shout to a onlooker to help me and he, he shouted back " Do I call 911". I shouted back, " No you need to call 999".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the person who still wasn't moving, when I got close I could see their face, it was pale and I also noticed a pool of blood forming near their head. my first instinct was not to move the person, with the impact of the car then the road it was a good bet to say that they could have a back injury and me moving them could make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person was still breathing but very faintly , I needed to see if they were consious so I asked if the person could hear me, I heard a very faint moaning sound and I saw a slight movement. my next instinct was to make sure that I kept the person awake, I didn't want them to slip in to unconsciousness, she was loosing a lot of blood and was loosing color, and the could go in to shock so I needed to keep talking to her. by this time a few people had gathered round and I also realized I was in the middle of a busy road with the woman who had been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who had hit the girl in the car had come over and was stood looking and was so upset, and was saying that she didn't see her, I told her to try to keep calm, there was a lot of panic and people was stood all around looking.  A van pulled up beside us and the driver said, that he was a fireman and that he could help, I asked him to help me. just seconds after he got out of the van a lady came running up with a blue top on and putting on some gloves. Right behind her were blue flashing lights, Help had arrived. I stood up and let them  get on with their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the lady who had hit the girl and asked her if she was ok, she was very shook up, I told her to come to the side of the road with me, she said she didn't want to leave the girl but I told her that we needed to get out of the way and let the paramedics do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the side of the road and it's then when I heard the girl screaming,  and the paramedics telling her to lay still. The woman told me her story about what had happened, she was so upset and I gave her a hug and told her to try not to worry and that the girl was in good hands, at that point the lady's husband came and the woman thanked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who the girl was or the woman that hit her, but I do hope they are ok and that the girl makes a full recovery and I hope I did the right things to help them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-642688077964970510?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/642688077964970510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=642688077964970510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/642688077964970510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/642688077964970510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/03/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6117371515943374106</id><published>2011-03-01T16:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:51:10.467Z</updated><title type='text'>My time with Jenn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first full Day back in England, I have Jet lag and I still feel tired from the journey back.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jenn like crazy and I wish I was back there with her. I often think when I am on my way back to England how I wish I could just turn back the clock a few hours so I could be with Jenn for a little longer. I just want to hold on to those minutes when I am with her because they are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write this post as a look back at the things we did, almost like a diary so that I can look back on it and read and remember what we did while I was there this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I landed in Atlanta I got off the plane and I always rush through the airport, I want to be with my Jenn. When the plane is coming in to land I always look out the window to see if I can see her car on one of the roads leading to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the airport and went to the point where I met Jenn. When I met here I gave her a big hug and a kiss and we drove back to Dahlonega. Along the way we talked about what we had both been doing and how Jenn was and how I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to our destination and I always love Dahlonega, it is a perfect place full of the nicest people and I feel at home there with Jenn. I often say  to here that we should buy a place there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Day I was with Jenn, I was a little tired due to I had been traveling for a long time but I was happy to be there with her, I think that when you are with the one you love that you feel content and more relaxed. Me and Jenn love to eat at  restaurants and when we are there we have almost like a tour of them, I think our favorite is the Kani house and we go there quite often when I am there. we also love Chick-fil-a.  they have some of the best chicken I have tasted and while I am not to keen on chicken, I love chick fil a chicken, ha ha that could almost be a quote for the next chick fil a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the stores around the square and saw lots of movies together. We went to the theater around 5 times while I was there and every movie was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America usually gets the movies before England does so when I am in England and I see a movie that me and Jenn saw, I rent it and I sit and watch it and it brings back the memory of when I saw it with Jenn and that makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenn had our routine, she would go to class while I would take a look around and then when she finished class we would go and get some food and then we would go see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jennifer would do anything to be together, we love every second  we are together. I am going through several different methods to try to  get to live in the USA with Jennifer permanently, and while it will take  time we both know that our day will come. we both do want to tie the  knot and get married one day and that is a story yet to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  while ago, 2010 roughly I was looking online and I saw a green card  lottery, I figured I would give it a go, it couldn't harm anything i  filled out the lottery info and submitted my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was with Jenn I got a Email saying that while I had not won the lottery I had won a diversity visa which was a permanent residency visa for the USA and all I had to do was pay 800 dollars and go for a interview at the embassy. I felt my heart jump in my chest I was so exited, this was the answer I was looking for. I told Jenn about it and asked her to read it just to make sure. Jenn looked over it and She said that it looked like it could be a scam, I took another look and I thought to my self that she could be right but it seemed so official . The next day I couldn't get the idea out of my head, I wanted to take another look. I got back on my computer and I took a long look at the Email. i decided I would go look on the American government border and customs site. I am glad I did. there was a notice on there saying that there was a scam going around and to ignore it, they also said that if you had won they wouldn't get in touch with you via Email. I Felt so sad and I actually shed a tear  I really thought that it was real and that I had won.  People who do stuff like that are evil, I remember saying to my Jenn, " that's so mean of those people, imagine just how many people they have sent that to who are like me and you. People who would love the chance to be together and haven't realized it was a scam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I said though me and Jenn's day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days rolled by and me and Jenn were so happy, we love every day we are together. but eventually it came to the time I had to get ready to leave. I hate having to come back to England and be away from my Jenn. the last few days are great but in the back of my mind I always know that time is running out, I try not to think about it but some times I can't help it, so I make those last days the best I can, I want to make each and every second count. Time is so very precious, I try to fit in as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Jenn that one day soon I won't have to go back to England, and when that day comes I will build a fire and on top of that fire I will place my travel bag and I will burn it, kind of like a symbol that I don't have to be away from my beautiful Jenn any more. Maybe I should make it a party and invite everybody. and I will write a post about that day when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Gile8f4Ek/TW1kbJmI7eI/AAAAAAAACgo/2glR4n_dxpg/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Gile8f4Ek/TW1kbJmI7eI/AAAAAAAACgo/2glR4n_dxpg/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579225930977045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my birthday my beautiful Jenn made me these strawberry cupcakes. I love strawberry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eufLRbqRlXY/TW1kb9K6UxI/AAAAAAAAChA/gL8mWfHK0tA/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eufLRbqRlXY/TW1kb9K6UxI/AAAAAAAAChA/gL8mWfHK0tA/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579225944821486354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of us, I took this on the last day I was there so this is the most recent picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O10b06CmKNA/TW1kbmjdVWI/AAAAAAAACg4/CMPoKxJz5QY/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O10b06CmKNA/TW1kbmjdVWI/AAAAAAAACg4/CMPoKxJz5QY/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579225938750428514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jenn bought me this ring and I love it, its a swivel ring, the center turns around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9aWhmabzdc/TW1kcMRiXmI/AAAAAAAAChI/xF46IS6vLJY/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9aWhmabzdc/TW1kcMRiXmI/AAAAAAAAChI/xF46IS6vLJY/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579225948875808354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love sunsets and this is one of sunsets me and Jenn watched while I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pteYRg2evSM/TW1kbcD_FxI/AAAAAAAACgw/5SW8Gn_Y47Q/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pteYRg2evSM/TW1kbcD_FxI/AAAAAAAACgw/5SW8Gn_Y47Q/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579225935934068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my beautiful Jenn, She is so amazing and I love her more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for reading my posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6117371515943374106?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6117371515943374106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6117371515943374106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6117371515943374106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6117371515943374106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/03/recap.html' title='My time with Jenn.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Gile8f4Ek/TW1kbJmI7eI/AAAAAAAACgo/2glR4n_dxpg/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-728940728562437690</id><published>2011-02-28T17:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:10:43.953Z</updated><title type='text'>We had such a great time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am now back in England and I miss Jenn so very much already.&lt;br /&gt;I got back early this morning and it was so cold here in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenn really had such a very wonderful time. We did every thing we loved to do. We went to the Kani house and we had Waffle house. We loved every second we were together, I wish that I didn't have to come back to England I wish that I could stay there with my Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon we will be able to be together forever and never be apart again.&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfvhJXmjdO0/TWvpZHAiRKI/AAAAAAAACf4/yyEIt3trBLI/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfvhJXmjdO0/TWvpZHAiRKI/AAAAAAAACf4/yyEIt3trBLI/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578809181015786658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XNEWKmlstE/TWvpZA7DPMI/AAAAAAAACgA/xToMqUGwqag/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XNEWKmlstE/TWvpZA7DPMI/AAAAAAAACgA/xToMqUGwqag/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578809179382168770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjQJXKAtu6A/TWvpZfn6jFI/AAAAAAAACgI/GOwQ4MNEoe0/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjQJXKAtu6A/TWvpZfn6jFI/AAAAAAAACgI/GOwQ4MNEoe0/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578809187623406674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeIhDRf4XK0/TWvpZttxLiI/AAAAAAAACgQ/o0MxsN-UxRo/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeIhDRf4XK0/TWvpZttxLiI/AAAAAAAACgQ/o0MxsN-UxRo/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578809191406054946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz6pOW2PMNU/TWvpZy7MOKI/AAAAAAAACgY/oZwLsdC2e_c/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz6pOW2PMNU/TWvpZy7MOKI/AAAAAAAACgY/oZwLsdC2e_c/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578809192804530338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-728940728562437690?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/728940728562437690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=728940728562437690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/728940728562437690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/728940728562437690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-had-such-great-time.html' title='We had such a great time'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfvhJXmjdO0/TWvpZHAiRKI/AAAAAAAACf4/yyEIt3trBLI/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7519855056759353378</id><published>2011-02-22T21:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:25:53.485Z</updated><title type='text'>I can't play basket ball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I just want to let you all know that I am having the time of my life with my beautiful Jenn. She makes me feel so alive and every day is a adventure with her. She is so beautiful and I am the luckiest man alive to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while Jenn was in class I decided I would try my hand at basketball. I had never really played it before apart from on a games console so I figured that now was the time to try it out. I took Jenn to class and headed for the store to get a basketball. I managed to pick one up for just a dollar and it was a official size and weight one. The reason it was a dollar is that it was deflated and had no box so I got the basket ball and a pump for just 5 dollars what a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the ball to a near by basket ball court and pumped it up. now I can dribble with some skill thats not a problem, I can run with the ball I can jump with it, I can throw it but I can not for the life of me score a hoop, I did a small game where I took 20 shots and I managed to score 6 out of those 20 shots, the rest hit the hoop and bounced away and I had to chase it or I missed all together, in short I suck at basket ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was playing two small children were at the other side of the court using the other hoop. after a short while they got called back by their mother and they walked away, a few minutes later I notice the kids and their mother all laid on the road near the edge, I go over and ask if everything was ok. The mother told me how they had just lost their ball down a small drain and they couldn't get it out. I tried to reach it but couldn't get the ball either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the kids, they looked a little sad, I said to them, "I have a Idea, why don't I just let you have this ball, I have to go to England in a few days and I am no good at basket ball anyway so I think you would find more use out of it". They took the ball and said thank you. I think that can be my good deed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I could make them happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7519855056759353378?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7519855056759353378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7519855056759353378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7519855056759353378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7519855056759353378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-play-basket-ball.html' title='I can&apos;t play basket ball.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5477079869719694019</id><published>2011-02-19T16:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:07:30.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was a good day, it started as usual, Jenn went to class and I took a walk around and soaked up the sights for a while. When Jenn got out of class we went to Pizza hut, I love pizza hut and the size of the pizza's are massive, I could never eat the full thing to my self. Me and Jenn struggle to eat one between us, after the pizza we Watched Diary of a wimpy kid.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to McDonalds and we just couldn't resist getting the kids meals just for the toys ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0JX9XAD3po/TV_23IOexnI/AAAAAAAACfY/enlGueHvX5E/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0JX9XAD3po/TV_23IOexnI/AAAAAAAACfY/enlGueHvX5E/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575446290669422194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFj83lzKSXM/TV_22kM4w6I/AAAAAAAACfI/H_bQ8NY8LcU/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFj83lzKSXM/TV_22kM4w6I/AAAAAAAACfI/H_bQ8NY8LcU/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575446280999060386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-591Por5uMHA/TV_225FMhzI/AAAAAAAACfQ/wT6ZC96tQnw/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-591Por5uMHA/TV_225FMhzI/AAAAAAAACfQ/wT6ZC96tQnw/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575446286603945778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDTnFvzCqtA/TV_0Hx2H6yI/AAAAAAAACeo/uXYQga3b6bM/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDTnFvzCqtA/TV_0Hx2H6yI/AAAAAAAACeo/uXYQga3b6bM/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575443278184573730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking around Dawsonville I walked through a old cemetery, Well part of it was old and the other part was new. As I walked around it I got to thinking about just how precious life is and how short it can be, I saw some graves and some of the people only lived to be in their 40's.&lt;br /&gt;That age is just 8 years away for me, I'm hoping to live a long time yet I will be happy to make it in to my 80's or even 90's and anything past that is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7u6ux496Cs/TV_0H3_ForI/AAAAAAAACew/EHGztYDBS0M/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7u6ux496Cs/TV_0H3_ForI/AAAAAAAACew/EHGztYDBS0M/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575443279832785586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so precious and I think that at times every one can take it for granted, but the lessons of late make me relies that you must live and love every day. Sophie the cat died so suddenly, and I have friends who have lost people so unexpectedly. I'm sure that  those people had no idea that the day they died would be their last. I guess the lesson is to live every day to the fullest and to love the people who you have in your life. You never know when it will be your or there last day.&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAzyFEpdNt4/TV_0IFi2iZI/AAAAAAAACe4/D1wBRykVosk/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAzyFEpdNt4/TV_0IFi2iZI/AAAAAAAACe4/D1wBRykVosk/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575443283472451986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way back to me and Jenn. So Jenn doesn't have class at the weekend so we are going to have a lot of fun. We plan to go see a movie and to go to lots of restaurants and take lots of pictures to put on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-hKkosdYqA/TV_0HjDDYQI/AAAAAAAACeg/qEn98XV_5Uk/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-hKkosdYqA/TV_0HjDDYQI/AAAAAAAACeg/qEn98XV_5Uk/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575443274212270338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oooohh yeah I got to tell you all a good story.&lt;br /&gt;I got a free drink Curtsy of Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Jenn goes to here class I have some time to kill so I often go to a fast food and sit for a while and have a coke or a hot dog. I was at a Dairy Queen and I had to use the bathroom, So I go and while I am in there I notice some paper at my feet. It wasn't toilet paper or a hand towel, this had hand writing on it and when i picked it up  to look at it, it was a check  for a lot of money and it was a payment for rent . My first thought was that there is a police station just down the road, I could take it there and hand it in and maybe they could find the person some how.&lt;br /&gt;On second thought the person could still be in the restaurant if I move fast I could catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Yo3Q7UXCU/TV_0IbJZeAI/AAAAAAAACfA/zMb3dFa9zaQ/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Yo3Q7UXCU/TV_0IbJZeAI/AAAAAAAACfA/zMb3dFa9zaQ/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575443289271269378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDRLBkm3fa8/TV_23URLxdI/AAAAAAAACfg/esoYVDSRFk4/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDRLBkm3fa8/TV_23URLxdI/AAAAAAAACfg/esoYVDSRFk4/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575446293901985234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed out of the bathroom and looked around, there must have been eight people in there. I decided the best thing to do was hand it to the staff behind the counter, when I did the lady Said thank you and that she was very great full. I think it was her's . I left the Dairy queen and had a walk around. I soon headed back there because they have wifi and I wanted to check my Emails and look on face book for a while. I looked how much money I had and I had just enough for a small coke. I walked in to the Dairy queen and I asked for a small coke with no ice. I noticed that the staff just behind were talking. The lady who served me said that there was no charge, I guess the check must have belonged to the staff behind the counter. I said thank you and sat and enjoyed my free coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5477079869719694019?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5477079869719694019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5477079869719694019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5477079869719694019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5477079869719694019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0JX9XAD3po/TV_23IOexnI/AAAAAAAACfY/enlGueHvX5E/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8375005100585997748</id><published>2011-02-17T22:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:43:45.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really get chance to write yesterday, I was a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 5 minute window now so I am taking the opportunity to write on here and let you all know that things are going perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two days while Jenn has been in her class I have taken to my Jogging around Dawsonville. It has lots of long roads perfect for racking up the miles with a good jog. I don't go to far away from Jenn's school but today I did a four mile Jog round the area. I got back and had a little time to spare before Jenn was finished . I sat outside Dairy Queen and had a coke to cool down.  As I am sat on the bench I feel a strong gust of wind on my back and crossing my body, it makes me look back and when I did I saw what looked like a mini tornado made up of leaves and small peaces of old carrier bags , heading straight for me. I sit and let the thing pass over me. it wasn't very dense and there wasn't a incredible amount of leaves but when it was straight over me I looked up and saw the tunnel of leaves and it looked so cool. it was like a swirl of leaves surrounding me . I wish I had taken a picture but the event only lasted a few seconds before it passed and went over the parking lot and disappeared in to the nearby Forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Jenn are going to the waffle house now but I have some pictures here to show you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsbhNS4AW6Y/TV2fgWtys5I/AAAAAAAACeY/D3OmrZMGHbo/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsbhNS4AW6Y/TV2fgWtys5I/AAAAAAAACeY/D3OmrZMGHbo/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574787291956818834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are the gifts I got Jenn for valentines day. She loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q70LUCWRdIY/TV2ff1etZ9I/AAAAAAAACeQ/QNnt-VW9nTk/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q70LUCWRdIY/TV2ff1etZ9I/AAAAAAAACeQ/QNnt-VW9nTk/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574787283035187154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got her this little teddy cat from England and we have named him Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPdHdH_gTTk/TV2ffmNcvSI/AAAAAAAACeI/PGpSbdmyQ0s/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPdHdH_gTTk/TV2ffmNcvSI/AAAAAAAACeI/PGpSbdmyQ0s/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574787278936259874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HH_RE_wZ2YE/TV2ffeOrJdI/AAAAAAAACeA/tz_2N7unYBU/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HH_RE_wZ2YE/TV2ffeOrJdI/AAAAAAAACeA/tz_2N7unYBU/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574787276793914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is me. Thank you so much for reading and have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8375005100585997748?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8375005100585997748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8375005100585997748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8375005100585997748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8375005100585997748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsbhNS4AW6Y/TV2fgWtys5I/AAAAAAAACeY/D3OmrZMGHbo/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1287253500626670946</id><published>2011-02-16T02:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:05:48.802Z</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday with Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was my birthday. I am now the ripe age of 32 and I can't believe just how fast the years have flown by. It seems like just 5 minutes ago I was 25 and thinking that at 25 it is the turning point, that 25  the youth starts to disappear and old age creeps in, but now at 32 if I was to hear some on say that 25 is old I would tell them to stop been silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  had a jog today while Jenn was in class, the first Jog I have had  while I have been here and the first jog for a while is always the  toughest.  Jenn picked me up just after her class and we were going to  go strait to the movies but I think it was a better idea to get a shower  first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to 5 guys and had burger and fries and after we went to see Gnomio and Juliet, a sweet animated movie about rival gnomes in their gardens, blue vs red and two of the rivals fall in love. It was a very funny movie.  Jenn bought me some new socks, Socks are a vital part of any mans clothing and we always need more. She also bought me three new tops and even made me a picture box which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had such a great birthday thanks to Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1287253500626670946?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1287253500626670946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1287253500626670946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1287253500626670946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1287253500626670946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-birthday-with-jenn.html' title='My Birthday with Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1135178873848112718</id><published>2011-02-14T18:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:32:17.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Wayne V.S Valentines day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello all, This is my first full day here in America for this visit and it is Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason I put VS valentines day is because I see it as a challenge to go out there and make it the best day for Jennifer that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I got for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got her me, I flew over especially to get here for valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;I also got her some roses, 12 roses to be exact. I'm not sure why they sell them in set amounts but oh well. and I also got here a little teddy bear holding three roses and a small love heart balloon that said "I love you" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't have the flowers till today but I used Jenn going to class to give me time to get her the roses. I took a trip to the the store and got her the roses, I couldn't believe just how warm it is here,  apparently just the week before I got here there was snow so deep in Atlanta that it was completely covering cars and they had to close most of Dahlonega so I was lucky there. I couldn't really get the roses before today because the only chance I had before then was in England and I don't think they would have survived the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to our favorite restaurant the Kani house. We both love that place and we never leave feeling hungry.  After the Kani house we went to the movies and saw the movie no strings attached. it was a very funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;I am so very happy to be with my Jenn. I love her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1135178873848112718?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1135178873848112718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1135178873848112718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1135178873848112718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1135178873848112718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/wayne-vs-valentines-day.html' title='Wayne V.S Valentines day'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1481539089614356354</id><published>2011-02-14T03:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:45:59.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Made it safe, only just.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WBb8M8S9p8/TVijADL1RsI/AAAAAAAACd4/5J7MvdbuuEU/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well every body I am now it Atlanta with my Beautiful Jenn,&lt;br /&gt;it has been a very long journey and one that hasn't gone quite as smoothly as I am used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know about the second train going missing and having to catch a coach to the station, well that just seemed to set of  a string of things that went wrong. but lucky for me this time it wasn't a pink plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waiting at the airport for a few hours, I finally get through to the gates where they said my plane would be leaving from, but before I boarded the plane i had to have a big breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;It costs 9 pounds for this little treat, while it is very tasty, I could get enough food to last me three or four days with that amount of money, I don't know how airports or airlines can clam they have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80JNp1Bh7Yc/TVii_UFNQpI/AAAAAAAACdY/QLyri--SP3E/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80JNp1Bh7Yc/TVii_UFNQpI/AAAAAAAACdY/QLyri--SP3E/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383747476996754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually it says that it's time to board my plane but no where near the gate they told me originally, ohh noo this one is at the other side of the terminal...well two gates away but that's a long walk when your tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruvLNpkEm8Q/TVii_gn1bSI/AAAAAAAACdg/iUO2y_WS5pQ/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruvLNpkEm8Q/TVii_gn1bSI/AAAAAAAACdg/iUO2y_WS5pQ/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383750843460898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I board the plane and we get set for take off, we taxi to the end of the run way and get set for go.&lt;br /&gt;The engines roar in to action and the plane thrusts forward but only a few seconds after this the plane seems to be slowing down quite rapidly. Suddenly it turns back off the runway and comes to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pilot announces over the speaker that due to a electrical fault they had to aboart the take off and now had to do some checks on the aircraft. when he said this I felt my confidence in the aircraft take a dive. I half expected to drop out of the sky.. that's if we would ever even get in to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to try and think what could be wrong, a Electrical error, what could that mean. I started to think that any minute now a stewardess would come running down the isle with a light bulb. the plane started back up again and we turned back on to the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the plane made it in to the sky and all the way to Atlanta.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ateupetbcyo/TVii_4_H3XI/AAAAAAAACdo/2_okAmSQLyI/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ateupetbcyo/TVii_4_H3XI/AAAAAAAACdo/2_okAmSQLyI/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383757383589234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzis_DCsr_g/TVijADLWziI/AAAAAAAACdw/O8EhoL-5kaU/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzis_DCsr_g/TVijADLWziI/AAAAAAAACdw/O8EhoL-5kaU/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383760119254562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WBb8M8S9p8/TVijADL1RsI/AAAAAAAACd4/5J7MvdbuuEU/s1600/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WBb8M8S9p8/TVijADL1RsI/AAAAAAAACd4/5J7MvdbuuEU/s400/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383760121251522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully without dropping out of the sky. so this is where mine and Jenn's fun begins and I will be writing about it every day so stay tuned and thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1481539089614356354?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1481539089614356354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1481539089614356354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1481539089614356354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1481539089614356354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/made-it-safe-only-just.html' title='Made it safe, only just.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80JNp1Bh7Yc/TVii_UFNQpI/AAAAAAAACdY/QLyri--SP3E/s72-c/trip%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bjenn%2Bfeb%2B2011%2B030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2905994840790144929</id><published>2011-02-13T02:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:06:15.893Z</updated><title type='text'>At the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been at the airport about three hours now and am a little board, so I figured I would open up trusty old laptop and write a post to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the later train than what I usually would and it was a two part journey, I had to change over in Manchester Piccadilly but when I got there the boards said there were no trains heading for Manchester airport. This got me a little worried, When I had looked at the website for train times it said that there was a connecting train ten minutes after I had got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard over the speakers that they had set up a coach to take all the travelers to the airport. I got on the coach and got to the airport safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get to the gate's at least they have some restaurants there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write my next post from the USA. so until then Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2905994840790144929?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2905994840790144929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2905994840790144929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2905994840790144929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2905994840790144929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-airport.html' title='At the Airport'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6992886858826128277</id><published>2011-02-12T19:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:01:38.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right everybody who read's this, I am setting off to be with my Beautiful Jenn today. I have done all my packing and I am now sat relaxing and waiting for the taxi to take me to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my last day at work yesterday and started my packing at around 1am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I got up at around 2pm this afternoon and I took some time to relax and then I took a nice hot bath, the first bath since last time I went to see Jenn, I have two showers every day one when I wake up and one when I get back from work. I took a long hot bath and it was sooo nice and relaxing, I then washed off in the shower and washed and I finished packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how that last day at work can seem to go on forever and ever. I think it's because of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll get to the airport at around 1am and then from there it's off to see my beautiful Jenn. I will be keeping you all up to date on  all the adventures we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6992886858826128277?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6992886858826128277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6992886858826128277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6992886858826128277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6992886858826128277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4028621698433227624</id><published>2011-02-09T19:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:08:42.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Update on the  Turkey fillets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok for those of you who read my previous post on the fillets I have some news.&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided that today we would have a Chicken meal and was in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way the house is layed out here is that the kitchen is right next to the stairs, and on the stairs we have a smoke alarm that always goes of when mom cooks a large meal, today it must have gone off three or four times, not because mom had burned the food but it just seems to go off when ever she cooks, Sorry mom if you ever read this I'm not saying your a bad cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on to the subject, I'm in the room and I am watching some TV when Mom shouts me and from the sound in her voice I get the feeling she has burnt something, so I jump up off the sofa and run in to the kitchen. Guess what she is holding in her hands, you got it the turkey Fillets that had diapered last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom suddenly remembered what she had done, She put them inside the oven instead of on the side to keep them away from the cat's and had completely forgotten about them. So all this time they were in the oven safe and sound and there was my mother saying I had moved them to wind her up. She even accused Sugar of trying to eat them, Sugar is a big cat but she could no way eat that much turkey in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least they have shown up now, mom next time you loose turkey fillets...Check the oven ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4028621698433227624?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4028621698433227624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4028621698433227624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4028621698433227624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4028621698433227624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-on-turkey-fillets.html' title='Update on the  Turkey fillets.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3138677112287852363</id><published>2011-02-08T23:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:28:35.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Missing Turkey fillets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to tell you all about the oddest thing that happened today. well just a few minutes ago and I wanted to type it while it was fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always has lots of chicken and turkey in the freezer. she always gets stuff out of the freezer a good few hours  before she cooks them so they can defrost. I go through the kitchen quite often and I always notice food on the side so I know what food we are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about  a hour ago my mom shouts me "Wayne!!, where in the hell has the Turkey fillets gone".&lt;br /&gt;I shouted "What Turkey Things?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No not turkey wings, Turkey fillets."&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Oh, I didn't know we even had any."&lt;br /&gt;Mom:" Well we did and their gone." Me: " Well I didn't eat them."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well turkey fillets don't just get up and walk away."&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Yeah, I know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom got me to look all through the entire freezer for the things, not wings fillets.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find them. Then she said I had done it to wind her up. which I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;So now it's the case of the missing chicken fillets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3138677112287852363?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3138677112287852363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3138677112287852363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3138677112287852363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3138677112287852363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/missing-turkey-fillets.html' title='Missing Turkey fillets'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-926657820377853505</id><published>2011-02-01T15:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:13:53.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Train tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was my day off from work and I decided it would be the ideal time to go get my train tickets. I looked through the window and it was clear and sunny so I just slipped on my body warmer or as I call it my Armour, its only a thin thing with no sleeves but it has deep pockets and does keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that last time I booked mt train tickets they cost me 24 pounds but this time was gonna be different because there had been a VAT increase at the new year from 17% to 20% and I had 29 pounds so i knew it couldn't be much more but it also meant that the bus and tram fair had gone up and last time I had got on a bus the fair was around 2 pound 40 pence to the city center so it would cost me to much to get there and back on a bus because I was thinking it would have to be at least 2.80 after the VAT increase so I decided I would walk to town it was only around 6 miles I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set off with my passport and my money to the train station. I had to drop some movies off anyway so I walked to my store  which I always walk to anyway and began the walk the rest of the way. It suddenly occurred to me just how cold it was  my arms were freezing and I couldn't feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to the edge of the city center. Every time I go there do they change something but to be honest I don't go there to often. this time they had changed the way I had to walk to the train station, It ended up that I had to walk around the outside of the city center to get to the train station. and when I got there and was in the line for the tickets I suddenly thought...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what do I need, I couldn't remember what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no I idea  I tried to think but my mind was blank.  Maybe I had brain freeze, it was cold enough out there.  It was my turn , I approached the counter and I cant remember the exact words but it went something like. " Hello, I would like..I need a ticket for a train, I'm flying, No wait the plain is flying. Oh I need to get to the airport" Eventually we got it figured out and I got the ticket. Anytime ticket for 25.5o so I had enough money for a sandwich and a short ride on the tram back to the store that I work at. I got a few movies. the Town, Wall street, grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 12 days till I see Jenn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-926657820377853505?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/926657820377853505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=926657820377853505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/926657820377853505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/926657820377853505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/02/train-tickets.html' title='Train tickets'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6704923957290668576</id><published>2011-01-14T02:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:20:27.201Z</updated><title type='text'>That was scary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In just 30 days I go to be with my Jenn,&lt;br /&gt;I am so exited to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 9th of feb of this year my two year visa expired.&lt;br /&gt;Filling out the thing always makes me nervous because it is so important for my seeing Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;if it was declined I wouldn't be able to go be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to renew my visa waiver, I took a deep breath and began the process.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many questions and so many parts to fill out,  Where I was, who I was&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that and then  after what must have been 30 minutes of carefully looking over every question and making sure that all the spelling was correct. I just had to fill out one more little section to confirm my last name. Instead of pressing the shift button to capitalize  my first letter of my last name I hit the Enter button. Doing this took me straight back to the start screen and I had to do the entire thing again. I couldn't believe it. I had to fill out the entire thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was done I held my breath and hit the apply button, why is it that when you do this kind of thing it takes forever to go through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen went blank for a second and then it finally came up  approved, I was so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am good for two years with my new visa waiver and I can rest a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6704923957290668576?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6704923957290668576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6704923957290668576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6704923957290668576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6704923957290668576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-was-scary.html' title='That was scary.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1485213269626325768</id><published>2011-01-07T14:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:09:06.211Z</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I met my beautiful Jenn in July, our good friend Morgan came along to meet me with Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan loves to take photo's and takes some of the best pictures I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan had brought her camera along to take some pictures of me and Jennifer and I'm glad she did. She took some great photo's and here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TScdsJYtW3I/AAAAAAAACX8/KFZ04zS4TeQ/s1600/Me%2Band%2Bjenn%2Bairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TScdsJYtW3I/AAAAAAAACX8/KFZ04zS4TeQ/s400/Me%2Band%2Bjenn%2Bairport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559444909283171186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best pictures of me and my Jennifer I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Morgan for taking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1485213269626325768?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1485213269626325768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1485213269626325768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1485213269626325768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1485213269626325768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TScdsJYtW3I/AAAAAAAACX8/KFZ04zS4TeQ/s72-c/Me%2Band%2Bjenn%2Bairport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-157892911307813113</id><published>2011-01-05T17:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:04:28.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Tommy Cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my heroes in life was a the great Tommy cooper, he was possibly one of the funniest men of his time and every time I watch him he has me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every joke he told was great and he would dress up in silly suits and of course his trade mark hat.&lt;br /&gt;he was also great at magic and I heard he was also a member of the magic circle, where only the elite few magicians make it, but good old Tommy would always mess it up on purpose just to make the audience laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually a very clever man, my mom says that he looks just like my grand dad did.&lt;br /&gt;To make people laugh and to bring joy to other people was his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of his  quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not quite sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He really was a funny man and just a few days ago even though he is dead he taught  me a lesson that I will never forget or should I say he re confirmed something that I already knew but I guess I was taking for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Cooper died on stage doing what he loved bringing joy to others. I watched the show on you tube, he was his usual self, laughing and joking and with out warning he fell on to his knees and on to his back with the crowd still laughing thinking it was one of his pranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had died right there on stage of a massive heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;He died on April 15th 1984 at age 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what I learn t from seeing the video is to have a new respect for life every day, to live as if each day is your last and to love all that is in your life. To bring as much joy to others as possible and to love every second of life we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tommy Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-157892911307813113?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/157892911307813113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=157892911307813113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/157892911307813113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/157892911307813113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-tommy-cooper.html' title='Thank you Tommy Cooper'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4808353277139012308</id><published>2011-01-03T21:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:18:05.167Z</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's the start of a brand new year and I am ready for it, I Have a few things planned for this year, been with Jenn and taking lots of pictures again for you all to see and I will be writing more posts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the beginning of the year has been a good one so far, well apart from me pulling my back slightly and my feet still not at 100% but I am making a full recovery. I must admit that I have had a bit of a writers block over the last few weeks and I don't know why. There has been so much going on really, I have been very busy with work and saving to go see my Jenn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in England the Vat has now gone up to 20% which I am pretty sure make England one of the most expensive places tax wise that I can think of but I may be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;I always said that there are more thief's and criminals in politics that in any prison and they  are thieves with suits and false smiles, I don't trust them and I believe that no matter what they say or promise they will always break their promises and look to line their own pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way that's my moan for the year over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to the new year. I cant wait to be with Jenn in February, I love her now more than ever and every time I see her face or hear her voice it's just like the first time and I fall in love with her all over again. She really is my angel and I love her beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one is just a quick post to let you all know how I am getting along and just a quick rant about things, I hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4808353277139012308?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4808353277139012308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4808353277139012308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4808353277139012308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4808353277139012308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5242653595942858694</id><published>2010-12-20T14:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:21:33.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas card to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To who ever may read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the very best on this special time of year,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are happy with lots of Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that you have a great Christmas and you are with your loved ones and you are all safe.&lt;br /&gt;and to those of you who are not at home and far away, I wish you a very merry Christmas too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the people that make it possible for us to have a merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the men and women of the forces who have given up their Christmas with their family's and loved ones so we may enjoy our Christmas with our family's and loved ones in safety. I wish a very merry Christmas to all of you and hope you can all go to your homes safe and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for all my family and for my beautiful Jenn who I miss like crazy, I will be with my Jenn in February I love you Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a merry Christmas who ever you are and where ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;From Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5242653595942858694?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5242653595942858694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5242653595942858694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5242653595942858694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5242653595942858694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-card-to-world.html' title='Christmas card to the world.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4500395848401373626</id><published>2010-12-03T23:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:00:09.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Next ticket booked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have booked my next ticket to go be with my Jenn, I will be flying out and will be with her on the 13th of February so we can be together for valentines day and my birthday. I think that been with her is the best birthday gift I could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just 71 days to wait and with Christmas coming up I am sure that the time will fly. Jenn is also very excited. We miss each other very much and I am sure that I have said this before but I always feel so far away until I book the ticket, when I click that button and get the email to confirm it feels like everything suddenly kicks in to motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I book the flight I am very careful  to make sure I get every detail right, I even check my passport to make sure that I spell my middle name right, I spend a minute going over every thing I have put in to the information boxes to make sure it's 100% right letter for letter.&lt;br /&gt;and until I get the email I am in a panic thinking that I may have done some part of the form wrong but I never have yet and I hope I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the tv shows where they have had their name spelling wrong by just one letter and they have had to pay out big time to change it again. I pray I never make that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep any of you who read this updated on my getting ready to be with my Jenn again.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4500395848401373626?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4500395848401373626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4500395848401373626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4500395848401373626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4500395848401373626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-ticket-booked.html' title='Next ticket booked'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3953659977529453168</id><published>2010-11-30T22:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:03:23.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year has been the first year that it has snowed this heavy this early since 1982 in England and it has bought chaos with it, as always I had my trustee camera ready to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB_XS6WfI/AAAAAAAACSw/qtU0Zz1sdic/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB_XS6WfI/AAAAAAAACSw/qtU0Zz1sdic/s320/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545481441761712626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB-YlmaFI/AAAAAAAACSY/jna-ax-A4Cc/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB-YlmaFI/AAAAAAAACSY/jna-ax-A4Cc/s320/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545481424928663634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB-nXwQ8I/AAAAAAAACSg/vKkxzjZEAOA/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB-nXwQ8I/AAAAAAAACSg/vKkxzjZEAOA/s320/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545481428897121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB9e0fX-I/AAAAAAAACSQ/gAunTfZFt0w/s1600/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB9e0fX-I/AAAAAAAACSQ/gAunTfZFt0w/s320/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545481409421860834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the snow, I love the way it seems to bring out the children in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3953659977529453168?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3953659977529453168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3953659977529453168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3953659977529453168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3953659977529453168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter is here'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPWB_XS6WfI/AAAAAAAACSw/qtU0Zz1sdic/s72-c/Pictures%2Bfor%2BJenn%2B083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-920740095461169466</id><published>2010-11-28T00:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:23:38.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPGt6Ss4r2I/AAAAAAAACRw/etsT7m4rPdo/s1600/Sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of November 2010 at 10am Our beloved Sophie died.&lt;br /&gt;we first got Sophie in 2000 and she was just 4 weeks old. The first memory of her was when I had a leather coat and she crawled up my chest and fell asleep in the back of my collar on my leather coat. she was so small that i could hold her in the palm of my hand and when she sneezed she would fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie has actually travelled quite far for a cat, she has been to northern island and London and back to Sheffield again. I moved in with my mother and her and For many years Sophie Was a happy cat, she had a little toy kitten that she would carry in her mouth and meow at it, and she would take it every where in the house that she went and she would sleep with her little toy kitten. she had been done so she could not have kittens of her own but she always had that mother instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was never the kind of cat to really sit on any one's knee or to be fussed over. but when we got Melissa and Polly she became a mother to them, she would pin them down and clean them or if they were been naughty she would give them a clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 4 months ago Sophie began to lose weight and didn't seem so playful, but she still loved her crab sticks that we would get for her every once in a while, and her eating didn't seem any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to separate her self a little from the rest of the cats over the last few weeks, she just didn't want to play and was doing a lot of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of November 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I was woken up by Mother shouting Sophie. I thought that Sophie had gotten out of the house, but how wrong I was, I came down stairs to find my mother holding Sophie  and crying. Sophie had died at my mothers feet at the bottom of the stairs, my mother had picked her up and was begging her to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I buried Sophie in the back garden where me and my mother can look out and see her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you&lt;br /&gt;and will miss you Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPGt6Ss4r2I/AAAAAAAACRw/etsT7m4rPdo/s1600/Sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPGt6Ss4r2I/AAAAAAAACRw/etsT7m4rPdo/s320/Sophie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544403833233911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Apr 2000 -Nov 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-920740095461169466?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/920740095461169466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=920740095461169466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/920740095461169466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/920740095461169466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/sophie.html' title='Sophie'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TPGt6Ss4r2I/AAAAAAAACRw/etsT7m4rPdo/s72-c/Sophie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1238183023462469713</id><published>2010-11-22T17:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:41:42.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Internet problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got back to England on the 15th of November, it was around 10am and the weather was actually quite sunny but the air was crisp and cold and there was even some frost on the ground if I remember correctly, I made it back to the house at about 2:40 pm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired from the journey but I tried to stay awake as late as possible, now When I got my new computer in the USA I had wireless access so That was great but here in England the wireless not as big of a thing so you really have to go to the city to find it around here. but I have a dongle for my internet and I thought that I would be able to just plug in and go, that's all I did on my old computer and it installed it's self and everything, All I had to do was press connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed it on my new computer as normal but when the start up window came up it had no signal and no network and wouldn't let me connect, I must have tried to uninstall and re install it about ten times before I called the customer support, I explaind to them what was happening. The man who I talked to took me through a range of problems and we tried a few different settings and after about 5 minutes of nothing working the man said  "I'm sorry, you must return your computer it has a fault and that's why you can't connect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I going to do return it by post, it would cost a fair bit I bet, I didn't give up there though, I kept trying to figure out if I could find a way to connect, i had my old computer that still worked fine and I used that to look up different ways that people had made it work, but I needed it to be connected to the internet so they were no good, I finally went round to my sisters, she had wirless and I got it to work up there. Back at my house it was still no joy, I decided I would give the company one last try. I called them up and a woman helped me this time, and within about 5 minutes she had figured  out the problem and got me up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job I didn't listen to the first guy I talked too. so now my computer works fine, I still use my old computer but it is almost dead now and while it still does what I need it to, perhaps it is coming to the time that I should decommission it. I will decide on a date soon enough I guess but I still need to transfer a lot of files from it so, i wont retire it until at least the end of this month and possibly beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1238183023462469713?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1238183023462469713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1238183023462469713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1238183023462469713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1238183023462469713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/internet-problems.html' title='Internet problems'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6921055529395582633</id><published>2010-11-14T03:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T04:40:21.853Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip to see my Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7TCwTmI/AAAAAAAACPc/JM1Myc1pwj8/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was mine and Jenn's last full day together and we made the most of every minute.&lt;br /&gt;We both decided that we would go to a petting zoo just outside of Dahlonega, and when we got there it was so wonderful, they had  pigs and sheep and lamas, they had pony's and cows and you could feed and pet all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iDlqOLkI/AAAAAAAACO8/sEJEDPiENiw/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iDlqOLkI/AAAAAAAACO8/sEJEDPiENiw/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539253880477331010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went  through the main gate we were given a cup of food for the animals  and we followed the trail around the small farm. Jennifer and I loved to feed the animals&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l5RLGAuI/AAAAAAAACQE/LdxJShtlwdM/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l5RLGAuI/AAAAAAAACQE/LdxJShtlwdM/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539258101225882338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7z42PGI/AAAAAAAACPk/uvvEoC5ILks/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7z42PGI/AAAAAAAACPk/uvvEoC5ILks/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255945881074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was very hard to feed just one of the animals in a pen because as soon as the others saw that we had some food the rest came running and one of the goats even nibbled at my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iCVsGdCI/AAAAAAAACOc/r-Ar8pOqH0I/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iCVsGdCI/AAAAAAAACOc/r-Ar8pOqH0I/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539253859010376738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l3-LQSxI/AAAAAAAACPs/y5koxswcyvk/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l3-LQSxI/AAAAAAAACPs/y5koxswcyvk/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539258078946413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iCrLVAfI/AAAAAAAACOk/aEOoHWNVY1U/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iCrLVAfI/AAAAAAAACOk/aEOoHWNVY1U/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539253864778498546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a chicken that was clucking away to its self that made me laugh,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iC237fvI/AAAAAAAACOs/5KqhvROghDM/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iC237fvI/AAAAAAAACOs/5KqhvROghDM/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539253867918360306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there was two turkeys walking around and some other bird that never shut&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j69TGVCI/AAAAAAAACPM/-Q2klFjCtIw/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j69TGVCI/AAAAAAAACPM/-Q2klFjCtIw/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255931227231266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up but the trip was so amazing and me and my Jenn have both agreed to go back again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7DiaSJI/AAAAAAAACPU/HZMNxLCm_0g/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7DiaSJI/AAAAAAAACPU/HZMNxLCm_0g/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255932902066322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iDSHUvxI/AAAAAAAACO0/vbjVAjPirww/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iDSHUvxI/AAAAAAAACO0/vbjVAjPirww/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539253875230686994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l4bXsEJI/AAAAAAAACP0/644GWYhqsd4/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l4bXsEJI/AAAAAAAACP0/644GWYhqsd4/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539258086783193234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j52YWZgI/AAAAAAAACPE/p-B422jFrAU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j52YWZgI/AAAAAAAACPE/p-B422jFrAU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255912190338562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to dahlonega after getting lost and some how turning up right where we was meant to be and neither of us knew how we had made it there because we went the complete wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both feeling very hungry and we stopped at the Chinese and ate as much as we could.  My Jenn also bought me my Christmas gift, I always wanted a electric razor,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l5yyVkQI/AAAAAAAACQM/wh1OfB8MtPo/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l5yyVkQI/AAAAAAAACQM/wh1OfB8MtPo/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539258110248849666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful Jenn bought me one and I love it, I will never use a normal razor again. Thank you my beautiful Jenn, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l4qPipII/AAAAAAAACP8/qs3IWqsSVcQ/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9l4qPipII/AAAAAAAACP8/qs3IWqsSVcQ/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539258090775553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Jenn's dorm and we watched the movie grownups while I did my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;and now I am beginning to pack my bags and getting ready to go back to England tomorrow, I really don't want to go and it always makes me sad having to go back but I will be coming back again in February to be with my beautiful Jenn again. but for now I am going to hold tight to these hours that I have with my beautiful Jenn. every minute of every day is so precious and I don't want to miss a second. Never let seconds spent with the one you love slip away. make every one of them count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7TCwTmI/AAAAAAAACPc/JM1Myc1pwj8/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9j7TCwTmI/AAAAAAAACPc/JM1Myc1pwj8/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255937064259170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6921055529395582633?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6921055529395582633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6921055529395582633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6921055529395582633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6921055529395582633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn_14.html' title='My trip to see my Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN9iDlqOLkI/AAAAAAAACO8/sEJEDPiENiw/s72-c/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8137892390836619928</id><published>2010-11-12T21:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:55:47.963Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip to see my Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a great day we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while Jenn was in her class, I decided I would go for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;I jogged my normal route and then I decided to jog a little more, even though I felt kind of tired I felt it was time to push my self that little bit more.  Where my Jog usually finishes is at the bottom of a hill. I decided it was time to see how far I could make it up the hill, I could feel my legs burning and I was gasping for breath , I looked up and I could see the top of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to my self "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cmon&lt;/span&gt; Wayne you can do it," I got to the top of the hill and decided to keep going, I jogged and jogged and jogged further that I ever thought I could . I ended up back where I started again,  I had been jogging for 45 minutes and I don't know how many miles but when I stopped I felt so proud of my self. I couldn't stop smiling even though my legs felt like lead and my hands were tingling. I got a cup of water from Dairy queen and I walked back to Jenn's collage and met her from class. we decided that we would have a night watching a movie at Jenn's dorm with some pizza. we watched every things fine with Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nero&lt;/span&gt; and drew Barrymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FOjdEisI/AAAAAAAACOE/lEhSC3OB22I/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FOjdEisI/AAAAAAAACOE/lEhSC3OB22I/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538799970561592002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn made me some sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; which I love, its kind of like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carny&lt;/span&gt; but without the spicy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FPca8FxI/AAAAAAAACOU/chlKSozKsvw/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FPca8FxI/AAAAAAAACOU/chlKSozKsvw/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538799985853470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cocacola&lt;/span&gt; was invented here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; and it started out as a medicine, who would think it, me and Jenn plan to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cocacola&lt;/span&gt; factory one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FO0apwxI/AAAAAAAACOM/oX22bxZd2hk/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FO0apwxI/AAAAAAAACOM/oX22bxZd2hk/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538799975114851090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8137892390836619928?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8137892390836619928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8137892390836619928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8137892390836619928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8137892390836619928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn_12.html' title='My trip to see my Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TN3FOjdEisI/AAAAAAAACOE/lEhSC3OB22I/s72-c/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6180760072953029886</id><published>2010-11-11T19:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:37:26.274Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip to see my Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jenn are enjoying our time together every day, we do all the things that we love and spend as much time as possible together, Yesterday we both made our selves feel sick, we started off the day as usual, Jenn went to class and I waited for her in Bojangles and when Jenn was finished with class we went to pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLZG4TmQI/AAAAAAAACN8/4TvFp_DPcBU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLZG4TmQI/AAAAAAAACN8/4TvFp_DPcBU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538384536474458370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a large pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni on one half and sausage on the other.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Jenn's apartment and spent some watching a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; while we decided what to do.&lt;br /&gt;We decided we would go watch the movie called Morning glory, a very funny movie, but it wasn't showing till 5pm so we went to the North Georgia shopping outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYP2CPjI/AAAAAAAACNc/IgBkZLZN7wU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYP2CPjI/AAAAAAAACNc/IgBkZLZN7wU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538384521700982322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there it was only 2:30 pm so we had time to kill, we went through a few of the shops and looked at the products they had to sell. I can understand that a shop needs to make profit, that's what retail and sales is all about, making money.  One store me and Jenn went in sold bags and clothing, but I could not believe the prices. Jenn showed me one bag and the price was $1'395'95. I nearly dropped through the floor, the hats were over $200 dollars in fact I didn't see a single item under $1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; dollars in this particular store. not even the wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYvu2oLI/AAAAAAAACNs/90FJiJQIXUg/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYvu2oLI/AAAAAAAACNs/90FJiJQIXUg/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538384530260795570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what really got me is that the assistants came up and said " If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; buy anything in the store today you get 20% off".  it wouldn't surprise me if you needed a credit reference to use the restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had a huge pretzel to share and a drink of diet coke then we went to the movies and watched morning glory. we had a white cherry icy which was free to refill and popcorn with extra butter on it, while we watched the movie we got a refill 5 times on the icy and by the third time even the clerk was starting to say to look at me a bit odd, but they taste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good. after the movie we went to the Waffle house together and I had a special which was egg and toast with hash browns and bacon and a waffle and Jennifer had sausage and biscuits with white gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYYdTMHI/AAAAAAAACNk/w3mW0Oo4NYI/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLYYdTMHI/AAAAAAAACNk/w3mW0Oo4NYI/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538384524013154418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLY8kOv1I/AAAAAAAACN0/pFcYP_A0wM4/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLY8kOv1I/AAAAAAAACN0/pFcYP_A0wM4/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538384533705899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Jenn's apartment and started to watch family guy, and that's when we both started to feel sick, we had eaten to much of the greasy stuff I think, we managed to hold it down  thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both agreed not to eat at the waffle house so late in the evening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6180760072953029886?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6180760072953029886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6180760072953029886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6180760072953029886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6180760072953029886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn_11.html' title='My trip to see my Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNxLZG4TmQI/AAAAAAAACN8/4TvFp_DPcBU/s72-c/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2254514143488189602</id><published>2010-11-09T18:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:13:33.220Z</updated><title type='text'>My trip to see my Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all I am sorry to those of you who read my blog, I haven't been writing every day about what me and my Jenn have been doing but with good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old laptop has become very I'll, when I switch it on the fan is so loud that it sounds like a helicopter taking off  and the screen is now half fuzzy. I had a peace of paper wedged in to the side of the screen to stop that from happening but now even that doesn't help. My feeling is that the laptop is very close to the end now, but I have had it since early 2007 so in terms of computers I would say it has lasted very well and served its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for that computer me and my beautiful Jenn would have never met, or would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZoRF27PI/AAAAAAAACMM/kugenlhyQWY/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZoRF27PI/AAAAAAAACMM/kugenlhyQWY/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626133890526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the good news, my beautiful Jenn persuaded me to buy a new laptop, a Compaq with windows 7 and a very nice 250 gig hard drive of memory for all my pictures games and letters  and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; quiet, I can't even hear it when I turn it on or off and while the screen isn't as tall its more wide and it has all the features my previous on had. at first I was hesitating to get one but after a good think about it and Jenn telling me that the old one was so loud it could wake up the dead, I decided to get it, and I guess that another thing is that if it had broken all together while I was in England it would be more expensive and mean that I would have to wait another month to see my Jenn again. Oh yeah that brings me to my other good news. I am planing to be with my Jenn again in February and if all goes to plan I will be with her for valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZqyoCjjI/AAAAAAAACMs/JKEYM8PZ8oY/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZqyoCjjI/AAAAAAAACMs/JKEYM8PZ8oY/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626177252003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbxqy9tLI/AAAAAAAACM8/H0TEa1BBn9M/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbxqy9tLI/AAAAAAAACM8/H0TEa1BBn9M/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537628494432679090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;el's&lt;/span&gt; have we been doing, well we have been to see two movies the first one was called Due date and was very funny. I have decided that Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Downie&lt;/span&gt; JR has now made it in to my top ten list of all time male actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZo8SuukI/AAAAAAAACMU/D_1SmT77DoU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZo8SuukI/AAAAAAAACMU/D_1SmT77DoU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626145487239746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second was Mega Mind, a animated movie which was just as funny and a great film for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been dining at all of our favorite restaurants and have been enjoying the time we have together, and even did some coloring until the food arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZqPdiWfI/AAAAAAAACMk/bfOF6L4Ht4o/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZqPdiWfI/AAAAAAAACMk/bfOF6L4Ht4o/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626167812708850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZpT1rlvI/AAAAAAAACMc/hbR8o8_nmLU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZpT1rlvI/AAAAAAAACMc/hbR8o8_nmLU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626151807850226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbzFKqgGI/AAAAAAAACNM/8gUslK6DDDU/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbzFKqgGI/AAAAAAAACNM/8gUslK6DDDU/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537628518691274850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbzqn8pXI/AAAAAAAACNU/rTTJPag4K8w/s1600/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmbzqn8pXI/AAAAAAAACNU/rTTJPag4K8w/s320/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537628528746210674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is a quick recap of some of the things we have been up to, I love been here with my Jenn and every second is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2254514143488189602?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2254514143488189602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2254514143488189602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2254514143488189602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2254514143488189602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-see-my-jenn.html' title='My trip to see my Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNmZoRF27PI/AAAAAAAACMM/kugenlhyQWY/s72-c/My%2Btrip%2Bto%2Bsee%2BJenn%2Bnov%2B2010%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8196874471731929103</id><published>2010-11-04T00:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:14:54.926Z</updated><title type='text'>My tirp to see Jenn day three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was  very interesting day for me, while Jenn was busy teaching at her school, I was busy learning in Dawsonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNXPbFWI/AAAAAAAACLc/t-D0UODER9w/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNXPbFWI/AAAAAAAACLc/t-D0UODER9w/s320/Jenn+november+2010+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492619126904162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIG7qJbiDI/AAAAAAAACME/FBU6x0u0H_0/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIG7qJbiDI/AAAAAAAACME/FBU6x0u0H_0/s320/Jenn+november+2010+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535494513987651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I would take a walk around , eventually came the Dawsonville city hall, and just inside there was a museum of the Nascar racing history. The man who was in there told me the story of how Nascar started with Just two men who decided to find out who had the fastest car and how they got a bulldozer to carve a race track in the dirt. He told me about how Nascar evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFOiMF5SI/AAAAAAAACL0/DrohliFZs1w/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFOiMF5SI/AAAAAAAACL0/DrohliFZs1w/s320/Jenn+november+2010+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492639245591842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIG7dbnOwI/AAAAAAAACL8/zrsWjKCHM-w/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIG7dbnOwI/AAAAAAAACL8/zrsWjKCHM-w/s320/Jenn+november+2010+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535494510574254850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told me about one man who had won the Nascar and then went home and the day after was killed.  it was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFN9RFhHI/AAAAAAAACLs/J91LOY81wF8/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFN9RFhHI/AAAAAAAACLs/J91LOY81wF8/s320/Jenn+november+2010+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492629334426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNHMNQtI/AAAAAAAACLU/7xKa6cpn8bo/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNHMNQtI/AAAAAAAACLU/7xKa6cpn8bo/s320/Jenn+november+2010+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492614818448082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNgc_T_I/AAAAAAAACLk/7p_TL-1oYS0/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNgc_T_I/AAAAAAAACLk/7p_TL-1oYS0/s320/Jenn+november+2010+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492621599723506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went to a small cafe, I needed the bathroom and rather than just go in and use the bathroom, I bought a drink of Coke and asked if it would be ok for me to sit for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes a man walked up to me and introduced him self, his name was James and he asked me how my day was going and we talked for a short while. He asked I was hungry and I said I was ok, but then I asked me if I would like a biscuit , I said ok and he told me then that he was the owner of the cafe and he brought me a sausage and bacon biscuit on the house. he and the staff were so very nice and the biscuit is one of the best I have tasted so far. so if any of you who read this are in the Dawsonville area and you feel hungry and want some great biscuits then you should definitely stop at the Jumpin for Jesus Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jennifer finished at her school, we both headed to the Kani house another great restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;We had egg fried rice and Chicken. it was so yummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon Jenn went to her second class and I went for a jog, it had only been about  3 hours since the meal and it was still laying heavy on my stomach and it made the jog a lot harder but I still made it  and was back in time for my Jenn coming out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pizza in the evening and watched some tv together. it was yet another great day together and I cant wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8196874471731929103?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8196874471731929103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8196874471731929103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8196874471731929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8196874471731929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-tirp-to-see-jenn-day-three.html' title='My tirp to see Jenn day three'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNIFNXPbFWI/AAAAAAAACLc/t-D0UODER9w/s72-c/Jenn+november+2010+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-61200517420062574</id><published>2010-11-02T23:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:59:38.914Z</updated><title type='text'>My tirp to see Jenn day two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what me and my beautiful Jenn did on our second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Jennifer's birthday today 1st of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jenn had to go to school first thing where she  is helping to teach a class of children so while she did that I went for a early morning jog and then when she was finished I took Jennifer to the restaurant of her choice and she had what ever she wanted of the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn selected a Irish traditional pub in the square in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dahlonega&lt;/span&gt;, and we decided that we would share some potatoes with cheese inside , and for the main course we had fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with me been from England chips there and chips in America are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;Chips in England are fries in America and American chips are what us English folk call crisps.&lt;br /&gt;When the lady asked us if we would prefer Potato chips or fries, I said " Oh we will have Chips please". Thinking that she would come out with English chips, I mean it was a Irish pub which is right next door to England, surly it was the same thing, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes out with a truly beautiful peace of fish but wait a minute whats going on here, she brought out crisps. Oh well we still eat it anyways. but Lesson learnt, England chips, America Fries!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClNEMO7WI/AAAAAAAACLE/uV1j70kxgQ0/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClNEMO7WI/AAAAAAAACLE/uV1j70kxgQ0/s320/Jenn+november+2010+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105585920273762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk around the area and looked in a few windows but most places were closed by now. I also did my good deed for the day,   a man and a child were trying to get in to the trunk of their car. The man had locked his keys in his trunk and the small child was able to fit in by pulling forward the rear seats and crawling through in to the trunk, but there was a problem, he couldn't see anything because it was pitch black in the trunk. I heard the man asking if any one had a flash light. I borrowed him my phone which had a flash light for the camera built in. it only took a few minutes after that to get his keys, the man thanked me and the child and went on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also eat at Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; A and I must say that I have never seen FRIES like they have there, they are in a grid pattern, I had a chicken burger with cheese and Jennifer had chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClNZ01DQI/AAAAAAAACLM/l-I9tn9fLvw/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClNZ01DQI/AAAAAAAACLM/l-I9tn9fLvw/s320/Jenn+november+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105591727688962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night Jenn showed me all the cards that she had received from the children, they were all so cute and fun to read, I told Jennifer that it was proof enough that she was a good teacher because all the kids love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClMsth18I/AAAAAAAACK0/D7hlhdhAXlE/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClMsth18I/AAAAAAAACK0/D7hlhdhAXlE/s320/Jenn+november+2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105579617474498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClMywv-6I/AAAAAAAACK8/_8fQIulmZ20/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClMywv-6I/AAAAAAAACK8/_8fQIulmZ20/s320/Jenn+november+2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105581241596834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night watching Sex and the city 2 with some cake and soda. a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-61200517420062574?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/61200517420062574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=61200517420062574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/61200517420062574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/61200517420062574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-tirp-to-see-jenn-day-two.html' title='My tirp to see Jenn day two'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TNClNEMO7WI/AAAAAAAACLE/uV1j70kxgQ0/s72-c/Jenn+november+2010+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3766794642356543941</id><published>2010-11-01T11:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:20:50.691Z</updated><title type='text'>My tirp to see Jenn day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yvSC1y-I/AAAAAAAACKs/0p7LFbSrf8A/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yvAWIaHI/AAAAAAAACKk/iiDrCyEiL_M/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the good news, Me and Jenn are safe and happy that we are back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know from reading my posts, the Journey really begins when I get back and begin work to get back to the point where I am now, which is with my Jenn and writing this, but this is about the actual traveling from England to the USA. so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first thing, about a day before I was due to set off, it was my last day at work and I gave my mother a quick call to make sure she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and when I got through she sounded all in a panic. I asked her what was wrong and she said something about a terror attack on a plane. I told her not to worry , later I looked on the news and it was a cargo plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was going on a passenger plane and that everything should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but I must admit that it did scare me, but I didn't tell my mother that because if I did it would only make her worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot to do that night, I had to pack all of my things and get my tickets ready and pick out what I was going to wear for the trip, I always like to wear stuff with lots of pockets for the journey, I have different pockets assigned for different things. One pocket will be for my pass port and travel documents, another will be for money and my camera and so on.&lt;br /&gt;It took me until 3am to finish packing and after that I watched some TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay up as late as possible so it wouldn't feel so bad at the airport staying there all night which I had to do because on Sundays they perform track maintenance so the earliest train after that is to late for my plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next day the day of the journey, I got up around 3pm and tool a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looooonnnnggg&lt;/span&gt; hot bath, and after rinsed off with a long hot shower it was so nice. I got dressed got my bags put my things in my pockets and away I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the train station and waited for my train, now usually I catch a earlier train because it went straight through to the airport but this time I caught the later train and I had to change over in Manchester, and with it been nearly Halloween there were all kinds of strange things around. Zombies witches, ghosts, I think I even saw Elvis leaving the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2PhAyII/AAAAAAAACJc/CkE3_042t60/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2PhAyII/AAAAAAAACJc/CkE3_042t60/s320/Jenn+november+2010+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553238986082434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u19nRPoI/AAAAAAAACJU/mFkVqdEefU0/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u19nRPoI/AAAAAAAACJU/mFkVqdEefU0/s320/Jenn+november+2010+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553234180488834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the airport and I had only got to wait 6 hours to wait until the gate opened up and I could go through. but wait there is more to this one, because it was the 31st of October the clocks went back at 2am, something I hadn't really thought about, so 7 hours was really 8 hours. I didn't mind to much though, I had my packed lunch maid buy my mother so I was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2UN1akI/AAAAAAAACJk/4dpP8TK_phM/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2UN1akI/AAAAAAAACJk/4dpP8TK_phM/s320/Jenn+november+2010+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553240247822914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around six am I noticed that the gate was just about to open, I thought this was a bit odd, it said that it didn't open till 7 am. but people where queuing up and the lights were on, I thought I had better ask some one about this, I grabbed my things and went to a lady  who worked at the airport and asked her if they were opening the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said. "Because the time had not changed in the USA the gate was opening as if it was still 7am" I though to my self  imagine all those people who have put there clocks back and are gonna show up here at 7 for the flights and not make it because they are in effect a hour late for their check in. but I'm sure the airline would tell them right? but it didn't say anything on my documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGKvFlnI/AAAAAAAACKE/0ejtt83pCa0/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGKvFlnI/AAAAAAAACKE/0ejtt83pCa0/s320/Jenn+november+2010+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555711604102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through the check in and went to my gate and waited for a while. While I was there a plane pulled in and suddenly it was surrounded but about 5 fire trucks with flashing lights, but the fire crews got out of their trucks stood a little while and then got back in their trucks and left..Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xF-JO7dI/AAAAAAAACJ8/QsRrIDmKTXA/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xF-JO7dI/AAAAAAAACJ8/QsRrIDmKTXA/s320/Jenn+november+2010+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555708224105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a man, their are certain things I could say that I am not to keen on, like I wouldn't wear women's clothing or make up or I wouldn't wear the colour pink, I guess it's mainly because I associate pink with girls and blue with boys, don't get me wrong I think pink looks great on a girl but I would not look so good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am sat at the gate waiting for the plane to pull in and you will never guess what,,&lt;br /&gt;It's only PINK!!!!! Yeah you read it right a PINK plane.. all the Lady's are all going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAWWWw&lt;/span&gt; look doesn't it look cute and all the men are looking and you can tell they are not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2ssFL7I/AAAAAAAACJs/bDROeWFWMek/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2ssFL7I/AAAAAAAACJs/bDROeWFWMek/s320/Jenn+november+2010+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553246817136562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGRa7gJI/AAAAAAAACKM/AFlXEFZO_Yo/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGRa7gJI/AAAAAAAACKM/AFlXEFZO_Yo/s320/Jenn+november+2010+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555713398603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I say pink but the main body was actually white, the undercarriage and the tail and the engines were all pink though, and when I asked the steward why it was pink he told me it was painted especially to represent the breast cancer research foundation, so I guess that I could live with that reason, breast cancer is such  a serious subject and Delta had raised so many millions towards the research and to celebrate their achievements had painted the plane pink and when it got up to the gate it had a logo on the side that said Breast cancer research foundation. but PINK!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cmon&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2_WRejI/AAAAAAAACJ0/KvFrwpFF8cQ/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2_WRejI/AAAAAAAACJ0/KvFrwpFF8cQ/s320/Jenn+november+2010+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553251825941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all boarded I noticed a man who was sat just a few seats to the side of me, he was looking a little distressed as he was talking to the flight attendant, He was telling the flight attendant that he had a very serious allergy to peanuts to the point where if he was to come in to contact with them even if it was through  the air conditioning system it would make his throat swell and choke him to death, and he was getting in to a panic because what the thing they serve you every hour on flights Peanuts, he said that it had happened before and even the scent of them can trigger it some how. The flight crew were trying to tell him that their are 200 or more people on the flight and they would do their best but they couldn't take the peanuts of every body's menu, next the mans girlfriend started crying, she was scared for her boyfriend and I think it that case most would be. the flight crew tried their best to help and even asked him if he would like to get off the plane if he felt that he was in danger, he said no  and they finally managed to resolve the situation , by not serving anyone with peanuts three rows in front or behind the man, or at least I heard them say that.  but they did give me a packet of peanuts, but with respect to the man's illness I did not open them and gave them back to the next flight attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGhS3pMI/AAAAAAAACKU/Axnab282vn8/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6xGhS3pMI/AAAAAAAACKU/Axnab282vn8/s320/Jenn+november+2010+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555717659763906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight went without any further hitches and was a nice flight, i watched a few movies and even managed to sleep for about two hours which is very unusual for me, but I had been awake for 27 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yvAWIaHI/AAAAAAAACKk/iiDrCyEiL_M/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yvAWIaHI/AAAAAAAACKk/iiDrCyEiL_M/s320/Jenn+november+2010+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557512701339762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yu1DMD0I/AAAAAAAACKc/PIM4N0tnSH4/s1600/Jenn+november+2010+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6yu1DMD0I/AAAAAAAACKc/PIM4N0tnSH4/s320/Jenn+november+2010+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557509669097282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Atlanta and found my Beautiful Jenn waiting for me. I gave her a big kiss. we are so happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way it's Jennifer's birthday  today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY my beautiful Jenn I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3766794642356543941?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3766794642356543941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3766794642356543941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3766794642356543941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3766794642356543941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-tirp-to-see-jenn-day-one.html' title='My tirp to see Jenn day one'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TM6u2PhAyII/AAAAAAAACJc/CkE3_042t60/s72-c/Jenn+november+2010+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2337924957526645815</id><published>2010-10-30T18:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:17:35.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hours away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's now 6:08 pm and in just a few hours I'll be setting off to be with my beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;I am just taking a few minutes to relax before I get ready and pack a few last things.&lt;br /&gt;I always get a little nervous at this point.  my mind is constantly racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always thinking , Did I pack that or do I have this and where is that.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will be in this state of mind until I land in Atlanta but also I at the same time I am so excited, this is what I work hard for and What it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;been with my Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay over night in the airport and then a 9 hour flight before I get to her but it is all well worth it, I will be writing in as much detail as possible about what me and my Jenn do each day, not only for any of you who read this but for my self, so I can look back on it with fond memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost like a journal, in fact I think that is what I will call it. Wayne and Jenn's journal, and the day that we are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am gonna go and get dressed and book the taxi to take me to the train station. I will probably write another post from the airport, I Will be there for around 12 hours so it will give me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2337924957526645815?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2337924957526645815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2337924957526645815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2337924957526645815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2337924957526645815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-hours-away.html' title='Just hours away'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7694185294619208236</id><published>2010-10-25T18:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:51:06.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Saturday I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right, on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; coming I set off to be with my Beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;it has been around 85 days since I last went to see her and I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem so long to some people but with out my Jenn it feels like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to be back with her again on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;We have both been waiting to be back together and the time is almost here.&lt;br /&gt;I am just about to print my plane tickets and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Esta&lt;/span&gt; and I am all set. I have my train tickets and my travel insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have four shifts left at work, my last day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and after that last shift I'm gonna pack my bags and get every thing ready and set off on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night and be with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jenn&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting plenty of pictures on here and letting you all know what adventures me and my beautiful Jenn have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7694185294619208236?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7694185294619208236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7694185294619208236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7694185294619208236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7694185294619208236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-saturday-i-go.html' title='On Saturday I go'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6060918515676483545</id><published>2010-10-22T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:04:52.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a  nominee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Last night when I finished work I couldn't remember for the life of me what time I was working the next day so I sent a text message to my one of my friends at work asking him if he could send me a text message to let me know what time my shift started. He said no problem so that saved me having to get up to early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Morning I wake up to my phone ringing and I answer not fully awake to here the boss.&lt;br /&gt;He told me the time that I was working and then he goes on to tell me that I got a letter at work that he had opened by mistake because it was addressed to blockbuster and only said my name on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter said that I had been nominated as the king of customer care in my city by one of the customers who come in the store. Apparently I will go to the city hall where there will be other nominee's for different things and we will all be guests of honor and possibly win the awards that we have been nominated for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said congratulations and the phone call ended, I had to lay in my bed for a while before what he had said sunk in. I got up and went to work and read the letter when I got there, I had to read it twice before I could believe what I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told the boss he made me laugh, he looked at me and said "Don't forget us when you make your speech!" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of November I will get the smart suit out and go to the city hall and see if I win. Good luck me. and thank you so much to the customer that Nominated me, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if you read this but if you do, I hope to keep up the level of service that I have given you and keep you coming back to my store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6060918515676483545?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6060918515676483545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6060918515676483545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6060918515676483545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6060918515676483545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-nominee.html' title='I&apos;m a  nominee'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3666576645576521484</id><published>2010-10-20T20:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:51:01.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Autumn&lt;br /&gt;it is my favorite time of year, I love the colours and the crisp feel in the air as winter approaches.&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking pictures to try and capture some of the season.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TL9HLMXC1xI/AAAAAAAACH8/yAd3iNu3uNM/s1600/IMG_2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TL9HLMXC1xI/AAAAAAAACH8/yAd3iNu3uNM/s320/IMG_2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530217125056272146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TL9HKvvLsFI/AAAAAAAACHs/KLvkJ3uo1S4/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TL9HKvvLsFI/AAAAAAAACHs/KLvkJ3uo1S4/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" alt="" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3666576645576521484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3666576645576521484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-pictures.html' title='Autumn pictures'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TL9HLMXC1xI/AAAAAAAACH8/yAd3iNu3uNM/s72-c/IMG_2095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6340076251416214572</id><published>2010-10-18T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:09:34.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't agree with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just saw on the news about a company that is now going around and offering drug addicts and alcoholics money to become sterile and not have children in the belif that the children would have more of a chance of haing birth defects, now I can agree with the fact that some of these people are in no state to have children yet andd maybe never will be who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as far as I know the exact deal is that the copany gives the person in question  around 200 dollars in exchange for them been sterilised and never having children.&lt;br /&gt;This to me is so wrong,  and here is the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just put it to you in a different way and I hope that anyone who reads this will see what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. to me they are saying "Sell your children".&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever dream of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admitted that the children are not born yet but it's the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;and it makes the situation worse because it's not encouraging the people to stop taking drugs or drinking, its saying " oh here you go have 200 dollars to go spend on your addiction, and now you have done that you will never have children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than some one saying to them, please come to our clinic where we will help you beat your addiction and you will have healthy children and know that you are in the right frame of mind to raise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that life always deserves a chance to live and children are not their parents but a extension of their parents and in most cases are good people. but this new Idea isn't even giving them a chance to even be born to have a chance to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6340076251416214572?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6340076251416214572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6340076251416214572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6340076251416214572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6340076251416214572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-agree-with-it.html' title='I can&apos;t agree with it'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5442026033094307666</id><published>2010-10-12T21:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:13:04.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if anyone has ever seen band of brothers, but I am currently watching it for the forth time, I watch it every year and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series follows a company of men called Easy company, they were part of the airborne in world war 2. it shows the horrors that the once young men faced every day in world war 2 and follows them from basic training through Dday and right up the end of world war 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this isn't so much of a action guns blazing kind of show, it follows Easy company and really gets you involved in the lives of all the soldiers and when they suffered a loss I found my self feeling sorry for them when it was funny I laughed and when it was sad, I did get a lump in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beggining of each show the actual men from Easy company talk about their experences&lt;br /&gt;They are all old men and you can see that most of them have trouble talking about it and I do feel sad for them especially when they start to cry. they really have been through hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They series really does show how strangers become friends and through  the pain and suffering of the war learn to depend on each other and  become as close as family, they become a band of brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think that it is so important to remember just what the men of  the world wars gave up so that I can sit here in comfort and enjoy my freedom and Band of brothers gives me a look in to just what they sacrificed to let me have the simple joys that I experience today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about how brave they were and how scary it must have been for them.&lt;br /&gt;They were all so brave. and not one of them wanted to be there I don't think, but soldiers don't start wars politics and politicians start wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch band of brothers, it's amaizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5442026033094307666?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5442026033094307666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5442026033094307666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5442026033094307666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5442026033094307666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of brothers'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6804088083650754390</id><published>2010-10-06T17:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:58:53.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my niece Natalie and her baby Marcus both moved out and in to their very own place today.&lt;br /&gt;They have been her more or less since I got back from seeing my beautiful Jenn in July.&lt;br /&gt;So for almost three months and even longer for my mother, we have been sharing the house with Natalie and Marcus and for a while a few months back Natalie's boy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved out just a little while ago, in fact about 40 minutes before I started to write this post, The first thing that I mainly notice is just how quiet the house has become. the cats have ventured back in to the living room and all the clutter and clothing that is Natalie and baby Marcus stuff has gone. it all seems so very quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that  I will miss them, Baby Marcus is such a little character and is always looking for some way to get in to mischief, and Natalie is such a sweet person and has a  heart of gold and even though she could be a pain at times I will miss her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie seemed so excited to be moving out and while I am happy for her, I am her uncle and can't help but worry a little for her and Marcus, I think it's normal to worry in such a way though, it's kind of a will they be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and do they have everything they need worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for the house here, it's finally back to it's normal self or the way it was before I last went to see my Jenn. and in just 24 days now I will be going back to be with my beautiful Jenn and for that I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how some times things will come along to keep you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occupied&lt;/span&gt; while you are waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6804088083650754390?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6804088083650754390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6804088083650754390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6804088083650754390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6804088083650754390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3479121425848342074</id><published>2010-09-30T18:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:17:56.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TKTEIZ20nRI/AAAAAAAACEs/AGIqXYBKndU/s1600/Cats+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TKTEIZ20nRI/AAAAAAAACEs/AGIqXYBKndU/s320/Cats+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522754691721895186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they dream where do they go,&lt;br /&gt;do they see some one they like or go somewhere they know.&lt;br /&gt;Do they dream of happy or dream of sad,&lt;br /&gt;do they dream of experiences that they have had.&lt;br /&gt;Do they dream of things that they will do,&lt;br /&gt;or do they dream a dream that they hope will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they dream where do they go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't we all love to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3479121425848342074?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3479121425848342074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3479121425848342074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3479121425848342074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3479121425848342074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TKTEIZ20nRI/AAAAAAAACEs/AGIqXYBKndU/s72-c/Cats+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2723986937394077711</id><published>2010-09-29T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:02:29.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing back the invading force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not talking about a military campaign, I am talking about the three forces that I have been fighting against and am now on the edge of winning the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first force was Athletes foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tactics for defeating this are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower first thing in the morning and wash between each toe with soap.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of shower and dry between each toe first with a towel and then after use toilet paper to dry between toes.&lt;br /&gt;and then I use Daktarin cream and rub in between infected area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat this process at night also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is a rash that I got from a cream that I used for my feet before Daktarin.&lt;br /&gt;I got blisters on my fingers , it almost looked like I have been burned all over my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I have been using a cream for that also that my mother advised me to use and he bumps and lumps are slowly going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third is a cold, this is the least worrying of the three, I know that the cold will go away by it's self sooner or later, but it is still a pain to have a cold while dealing with the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have reached the point with the three that I am starting to win over them the athletes foot has now almost stopped itching and the area that the skin is raw is now starting to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bumps and lumps are going down and don't hurt anymore, and I think that they will be gone by Friday...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cold while still there is not as bad now ,&lt;br /&gt;How dare these things  try to invade my body. I'll show em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2723986937394077711?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2723986937394077711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2723986937394077711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2723986937394077711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2723986937394077711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/pushing-back-invading-force.html' title='Pushing back the invading force'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8905374767609935042</id><published>2010-09-28T13:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:13:12.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids having kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought I would write this post as a topic of conversation, but it seems that more and more kids are having kids, I call them kids meaning they are what I consider to young to have children them selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the news a few months ago a 14 year old and a 15 year old had a baby, how can this be.&lt;br /&gt;How can some one so young and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inexperienced&lt;/span&gt; in life possibly raise a life?. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even lived to have a full school career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can live with the idea that they would love the child and try their best to do a good job, I have trouble accepting that they have had enough life experience to look after them selves properly never mind a baby who demands constant attention and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also in the news just the other day that a young couple who had a child Had the baby lay and die right in the same room from I think it was brain damage and do you know what the parents where doing, are you ready for this.... They were playing on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360. That poor little thing who had never done anything to anyone and depended on some one to help it through life and probably lay their crying for help died because the parents considered a stupid games console more important than a little life. I have never before had a lump in my throat through writing a post before but as I write about this and think of that poor little life who died it makes me sad and angry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let things like this happen, life is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; and deserves the the full attention and love of anyone who brings a life in to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8905374767609935042?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8905374767609935042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8905374767609935042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8905374767609935042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8905374767609935042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/kids-having-kids.html' title='Kids having kids'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1086898925940889916</id><published>2010-09-27T20:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:18:56.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have  been up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so very busy lately with work, I have been  working as many hours as possible to save as much as I can to go see my Jenn, I set off in just 33 days now and I am so looking forward to been with her again and I will be writing about our adventures on here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything done apart from booking the train and my travel insurance but I always leave those two things till  last.  I have noticed that every time I do book my flight that there is a new security system of some sort in place that I have to fill out, but I guess it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been keeping up with my jogging and even pushing my self to get a better time , I am now at a average of 22 minutes for 2.3 miles, I know it sounds like it's not so far but the entire jogging route is all up hill and I run it after a 8 hour shift, I do feel better for it but however it has had a rather bad affect on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caught athletes foot on both feet, I am not tackling the situation and have brought it under control with the help of my  mother who was a nurse for 40 years. at one point it got quite bad through no fault of my own. I had a cream that I was using and was moving the athletes foot rather well. I ran out of the cream and had to get some more but there was none of the cream I had been using so I had to get a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new cream had devastating affects, I had some kind of a reaction to the new cream. My hands blistered and I got a rash. it was quite pain full and after a few days I had to stop using the cream, today is my first day back on the old cream. my hands still have the blisters on them but they should go down in a couple of days as soon as the old cream is completely out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that life is good, I miss my Jenn so much every day and I am counting the days till I get there,  I hope that who every reads this post is doing well and having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1086898925940889916?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1086898925940889916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1086898925940889916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1086898925940889916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1086898925940889916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='What I have  been up to'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-9023695383279010979</id><published>2010-09-22T23:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:36:35.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned if I do and damned if I don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with my mother and my niece Natalie really wonderful when things are going right, but however every so often they do have a difference of opinion and that's when things get very complicated for me. I love them both and I hate to see them arguing over things that are usually so simple and silly but are life and death to them both, I honestly expect them to take ten paces turn and shoot at each other some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday they got in to quite a heated argument over something that always causes a rift in anything Money I sat and listened to the argument as it got worse and worse, I had taken the decision to not take action and get involved because if I took sides then the opposite side would blame me for taking sides. I just looked at my laptop and stayed quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually my name was called and I was asked a question and my response was&lt;br /&gt;" Keep me out of this one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument ended with my mother storming off upstairs and Natalie sat watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. both were still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Natalie had gone to see her boyfriend, which was part of the source of the argument. and my mother was sat in the chair. My mother looked at me and I asked her how she was and she said she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but was annoyed at me because I didn't stand up for her in the argument last night. I told her that I wouldn't get involved in such a silly argument that would only end up getting  me the blame if I took sides with either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom was mad at me for not taking her side and Natalie while I hadn't seen her on this day was probably annoyed with me also for not taking her side and I was getting in trouble for staying out of it too, so as my title for this post says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damned if I did and I am damned if I didn't so while there was no winner and a loser between those two it seems that I can do nothing but loose in this one, but I would rather loose knowing that I didn't help either one to win than lose knowing that I had helped one win other the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-9023695383279010979?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/9023695383279010979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=9023695383279010979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/9023695383279010979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/9023695383279010979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/damed-if-i-do-and-damed-if-i-dont.html' title='Damned if I do and damned if I don&apos;t'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7384129573361615966</id><published>2010-09-18T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:29:39.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I had a bad dream, I hate having bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I was stood in a house and I was looking out of a window in the house , it was day time and the sky was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly there was a shaking of the earth and a giant crack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appeared&lt;/span&gt; in the land and a great plume of smoke black as night  was rising from the earth and completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; the sky until day became night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house I was in began to shake but  stood firm and did not claps but seemed to almost be like a place of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a strange dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7384129573361615966?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7384129573361615966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7384129573361615966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7384129573361615966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7384129573361615966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/nightmare.html' title='A nightmare.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7370377222629875088</id><published>2010-09-09T13:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:12:46.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I never saw it coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a blog about my niece Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;who has just had a really bad day and I feel so sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story begins just before I got back from seeing my beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;My  niece Natalie was living with her boyfriend and they were living with  my niece Naomi who has her own place.  They had been living there since  just before I had gone to be with my Jenn and as far as I knew  everything was going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I landed back in England I  stopped by to see my sister Jane before going back to my mothers house.  my sister told me that Natalie and her boyfriend had had a argument of  some kind with Naomi and that they were now living with me and my  mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a two bedroom house there were five people now, me  my mother Natalie baby Marcus and Natalie's boyfriend. This situation  could not carry on for very long and Natalie and her boyfriend were told  that they situation was temporary and they needed to find a place as  soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks rolled by and then they found a  place that they could both move in to, Natalie's boyfriend "PAID" the  deposit and they were told that they could move in on the 16th of  August.&lt;br /&gt;Notice I have put the word paid in caps, the reason for this is that it is important later on in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  16th came and I was at work, I was fully expecting to come back and  they would have moved out,   I got a message from my mother saying,  Wayne red alert please call asap.&lt;br /&gt;This sent me in to a panic, I  called straight away. Mom told me that apparently the builders in the  flat that Natalie and her boyfriend were going to move in to had found a  leak and it would take them another week to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit  that this got my suspicion raised, surly private land lord wouldn't put  a flat on the market for rent if they had a leak. and that started to  raise more questions in my mind. Why couldn't they move in straight  away? they had paid their deposit so surly they could move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think that something just wasn't adding up&lt;br /&gt;it  seemed that every time they were due to move out, things kept going  wrong. and I even said to them that  if I was in their shoes I would  have asked the flat owner why things kept going wrong and that I would  tell him that if anything els went wrong I would ask for my deposit back  and give it to some one who had a flat ready to move in to immediately,  if they have paid the money then surly that have rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  we carried on as normal and every thing seemed ok, they had got a date  they could move in again. the days rolled by and soon enough came the  date for them to move out. I was at work and again and yet another  message from my mother asking me to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called this time  Natalie's boyfriend had said that they had found yet another problem  with the flat and that they would have to wait again. I couldn't believe  it. this sounded to me like they had paid their money to a con man  looking to make money out of innocent people like my niece and her  boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mother we would have to talk about it when I  got back to the house. I finished my shift and got back to the house  and it's here where the story takes a sinister twist. I got in to the  room and my mother was sat with Natalie and her boyfriend. she told me  that she had gotten Natalie's boyfriend to admit that he had been lying  about the flat, he finally said to me that the deal had fallen through a  while ago but he had been to afraid to mention it and that he was sorry  he hadn't said anything before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and I said to  him that it took guts to look some one in the eye and admit that they  had been lying to them. I thanked him for been honest with me, both me  and my mother then told them they they must look for a place and move  out withing two weeks or we would have no choice but to send them some  where els.  me and my mother only have a small two bedroom house and  with all five of us living under the same roof it wasn't fair to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed and promised to start looking the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The  next evening came and I had got back from work and there was great  news. Natalie and her boyfriend had got a viewing for a place, they were  told they could move in as soon as they put down the deposit on the  place. Natalie's boyfriend  told us they he got paid on a Tuesday and  that they would be moving out on that day right after he had finished  work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally  the big day came and everything was going  according to plan, my niece had her bags packed and was waiting with  baby Marcus to hear from her boyfriend via text that he was on his way  back and they could finally move in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just got  ready for work, I heard the door go and it went very quiet down stairs. I  walk down stairs to find my mother sat in her chair with baby Marcus.  Natalie had rushed out. I asked my mother what had happened and she said  that she felt something was wrong  because Natalie had got a message on  her phone and when she read it she went gave Marcus to my mother and  went to get some credit for her phone so she could make a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  too felt that there was something not quit right. I walked the long way  round to work in hopes that I would see Natalie. I walked round and saw  Natalie at the phone box, she had sent a message to her boyfriend. I  asked her if everything was ok and she said that every thing was fine,  but she seemed like she was hiding something, perhaps it was the  excitement of moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work and had a busy day, I didn't really have time to call my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I  got back to the house to find my mother in her chair glancing to the  side. I looked at where she was looking to see that Natalie was laid on  the sofa with a coat over her to keep her warm. she was very quiet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  sat next to her and asked her what had happened. she sat up and told me  that her boyfriend had gone to work as normal and when she had gone to  the phone box that something was bothering her and she had not said  anything because she felt embarrassed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that  my mother had told me that she had got a text and that's when she had  gone running out. and when I asked Natalie what the text message said,  she told me that it was from her boyfriend and it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                   I'm not coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7370377222629875088?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7370377222629875088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7370377222629875088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7370377222629875088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7370377222629875088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-saw-it-coming.html' title='I never saw it coming'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3245168951423517675</id><published>2010-09-02T15:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:32:24.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My great nephew Jack's first birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the title to this post says, it was my great nephew Jacks first birthday on the 1st of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a great little guy and I wish him all the best for all the wonderful years and times of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0NrXJQvI/AAAAAAAACAA/rxhP_RXcgRg/s1600/Jack%27s+first+birthday+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0NrXJQvI/AAAAAAAACAA/rxhP_RXcgRg/s320/Jack%27s+first+birthday+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512322615995876082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the little man him self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0O4FI9gI/AAAAAAAACAY/NuREqeSWc5w/s1600/Jack%27s+first+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0O4FI9gI/AAAAAAAACAY/NuREqeSWc5w/s320/Jack%27s+first+birthday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512322636589889026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yummi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0OnTS7QI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LLirQGl5utI/s1600/Jack%27s+first+birthday+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0OnTS7QI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LLirQGl5utI/s320/Jack%27s+first+birthday+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512322632085859586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0P-PaGpI/AAAAAAAACAg/teJGT_yTLrI/s1600/Jack%27s+first+birthday+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0P-PaGpI/AAAAAAAACAg/teJGT_yTLrI/s320/Jack%27s+first+birthday+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512322655423437458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to have a go at this thing, looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0ONB5ehI/AAAAAAAACAI/nDpYwLomhM4/s1600/Jack%27s+first+birthday+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0ONB5ehI/AAAAAAAACAI/nDpYwLomhM4/s320/Jack%27s+first+birthday+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512322625033566738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is me and the man of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3245168951423517675?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3245168951423517675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3245168951423517675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3245168951423517675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3245168951423517675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-great-baby-nephew-jacks-first.html' title='My great nephew Jack&apos;s first birthday.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TH-0NrXJQvI/AAAAAAAACAA/rxhP_RXcgRg/s72-c/Jack%27s+first+birthday+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8990295845729767550</id><published>2010-08-27T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:04:13.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always have a dream when I am getting ready to go see my Jenn, some times a few weeks or a few month, I think that my mind is usually racing about things that I need to get done, for example book my train ticket or get a new bag or get my travel insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day I was looking at train times trying to figure out which train to catch to get me to the airport in time for my flight or a few hours before, I must have spent nearly a hour trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually I figured it all out and went to bed, and that night I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream began where I was getting ready to leave to go be with my Jenn, but the clock said 10:20 pm and my train was due to leave in ten minutes and I hadn't even got dressed. I looked at the clock again and it said 11:30 pm and I hadn't even left the house or packed.&lt;br /&gt;next thing I know I am outside the train station racing to the platform and even though I missed my train there is another one but not for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and the first thing I wanted to do is check the train times again,&lt;br /&gt;I know it' only a dream and in a way I am glad I have them because they keep me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8990295845729767550?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8990295845729767550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8990295845729767550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8990295845729767550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8990295845729767550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4628520063790619580</id><published>2010-08-24T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:14:43.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God  gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient?  If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give  him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to  be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does  he give them opportunities to love each other? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4628520063790619580?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4628520063790619580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4628520063790619580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4628520063790619580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4628520063790619580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-this-quote.html' title='I love this quote'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-9096496536662269239</id><published>2010-08-24T00:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:41:22.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQFP6PrI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tUsk-_fDrfY/s1600/31102009%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you  who read my Blogs are aware, I go and see my Jenn as often as possible,  I wait at the airport to get on the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQWq7erI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xuNwZg-xGa8/s1600/31102009%28023%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQWq7erI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xuNwZg-xGa8/s320/31102009%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508751448214305458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always get a little nervous when I walk down the long corridor that leads to the door of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk on the the plane and find my seat, which always seems to be at the back row 39 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQFP6PrI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tUsk-_fDrfY/s1600/31102009%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQFP6PrI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tUsk-_fDrfY/s320/31102009%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508751443537575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do love the feel of flying on a aircraft, but at the very back you feel every bump .&lt;br /&gt;I have only sat  in the mid section once before , but it scared me more than ever when I looked out of the window and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEPuy6INI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-jiddq8Yo5A/s1600/31032010%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEPuy6INI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-jiddq8Yo5A/s320/31032010%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508751437510353106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these little things hanging on to the wing, I think they were going on Holiday to, but  they got 10th class seats. Oh well, they look happy enough to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-9096496536662269239?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/9096496536662269239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=9096496536662269239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/9096496536662269239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/9096496536662269239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/THMEQWq7erI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xuNwZg-xGa8/s72-c/31102009%28023%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7798251958626468351</id><published>2010-08-15T01:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:32:39.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally have a new phone, After many years of service my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; 6120 classic has done it's tour of duty and I am now retiring it. I do love my old phone but the cracks of old age are starting to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battery is starting to swell and has broken the back casing open and the screen has a ever growing crack and it has started to cut me off when I am making or receiving a call. So I am sending it to the phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; draw in my room where it shall have it's place of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TGc0LvnsOsI/AAAAAAAAB84/ZU8kFtsYiDw/s1600/picture+for+my+Jenn+project+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TGc0LvnsOsI/AAAAAAAAB84/ZU8kFtsYiDw/s320/picture+for+my+Jenn+project+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505426445849868994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good bye old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have my shiny new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; E63 smart phone and so far I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I have only put my contacts in to the phone book  and set up my email but there is so much I can do with it. I am sure I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lot's&lt;/span&gt; of fun learning how to work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TGc0MWBYa4I/AAAAAAAAB9A/nXEXxrIb2fw/s1600/picture+for+my+Jenn+project+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TGc0MWBYa4I/AAAAAAAAB9A/nXEXxrIb2fw/s320/picture+for+my+Jenn+project+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505426456158169986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it has a full keyboard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; I must admit is a bit strange, I am so use to the usual 9 button &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt; stuff  but I am sure in time I will get the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; this phone it is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7798251958626468351?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7798251958626468351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7798251958626468351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7798251958626468351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7798251958626468351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-new-phone.html' title='I have a new phone'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TGc0LvnsOsI/AAAAAAAAB84/ZU8kFtsYiDw/s72-c/picture+for+my+Jenn+project+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6791726157434582215</id><published>2010-08-13T23:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:47:50.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>North vs South Korea ain't half as bad as this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For about two months now we have had my niece Natalie living at the house with me and my mother, Natalie is such a great person and me and her share a lot of the same sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;We both love Simpson's and Family guy and we can always talk about almost anything, she really is a great person and would do anything for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is one of the best people in the world and again we can talk about almost anything and although she may be set in some of her ways she is a truly great woman and we get along about as well as any mother and son can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think that these two would get along great and about 60 % of the time they do, however there is  another side, a dark side the other 40% and this is the point where they argue about anything and everything that you could possibly think of, Any person who gets in the way should duck for cover, cigarettes are lit faster that a UN resolution can be written and even the cats cower behind the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Natalie's boyfriend even look at each other with a sense of fear and dare not say anything or try to intervene through fear of retaliation attacks from both forces. We just sit and stay quiet with a look of understanding between us that for our sakes we must remain quiet and let the battle take its own course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard them at it and the shouting would make even the bravest man hesitate over going in the room that they are in while in a heated debate. I honestly think that they could some times kill each other, but at the end of the day they always sort out their differences and are best friends again before the argument has even ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it goes to show that even though family may argue or may have a difference of opinion they can still love each other through thick and thin and no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and Natalie, please don't kill me for writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6791726157434582215?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6791726157434582215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6791726157434582215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6791726157434582215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6791726157434582215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/north-vs-south-korea-aint-half-as-bad.html' title='North vs South Korea ain&apos;t half as bad as this.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5203383728217687036</id><published>2010-08-08T23:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:19:00.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day that you was born when your mother kept you safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you took your first step and learned how to walk or when you said your first word and began to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember growing up when the world was so big or when you loved your favorite band and went to their gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Seeing the war on TV and thinking about just how much better the world could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the people who may come and go, remember them don't forget the people you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all these things that I have written and said and Remember the memories locked away in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like writing a poem, I hope you all enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5203383728217687036?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5203383728217687036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5203383728217687036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5203383728217687036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5203383728217687036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem-to-remember.html' title='A poem to remember'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8084085853727764091</id><published>2010-08-05T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:42:37.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always scary when it happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was kind of a scary day,  I was sat at home and just looking through my stuff on my computer, I love to look at storms and tornadoes, earth quakes and stuff like that. I know it sounds gloomy but I just find it interesting. I had my computer plugged in because the battery is so old that if I was to unplug it the battery would last around 5 minutes and then die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am on my computer and I just move in my seat and I notice the screen goes dark like when the power cord is disconnected I move again and the screen lights up, I don't think much about it and I carry on looking through stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asks me to get her a drink from the kitchen and when I get back I sit down and put the laptop on my knee. I notice that the screen has gone darker again. I try moving and for a second the screen goes back to light.  I sit for a moment and the screen goes back to it's darker shade. My charger is having problems, I try moving the wire around the charger symbol flickers between charge and battery and then goes to the battery symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My charger has died, This is not good, my computer is my main form of contact with my Jenn and my form of playing games while my mother watches TV. I wriggle the wire every which way but there is nothing. I begin to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I bought my Charger it came with a extra connector, but I got my charger about a year and a half ago and if it was anywhere it would be in the ruins that was my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to act fast, I had at most just 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran upstairs and looked through all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; but couldn't find the piece I needed.&lt;br /&gt; I came back down and sent Jenn a message telling her that my Charger was broken, I decided I would look in my clothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt;. I ran upstairs and Looked and sure enough there was the piece, I ran down stairs and after putting it on the wrong way at first and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt; I put it on the right way and my laptop was saved with only 7% power left in the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the disaster was averted.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8084085853727764091?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8084085853727764091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8084085853727764091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8084085853727764091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8084085853727764091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-scary-when-it-happens.html' title='Always scary when it happens'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1374102783598584646</id><published>2010-08-03T19:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:04:05.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from my time with Jenn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCeUO5i0I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CyXpXDlzyNQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I am almost 100% recovered from Jet lag and I have my first day off  from work since they day I got back I have time to reflect on my Time with My Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;and I have even more pictures to show you all. &lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrG-7MzBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/OVmwpW37pNU/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrG-7MzBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/OVmwpW37pNU/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501264712547748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it all starts at the Train station, waiting for the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrHbh1dUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/smEK7mjCNAQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrHbh1dUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/smEK7mjCNAQ/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501264720225989954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrH6C_dPI/AAAAAAAAB54/PzbGemxBo3E/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrH6C_dPI/AAAAAAAAB54/PzbGemxBo3E/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501264728418120946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love walking to the terminal through the hall with the blue lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCdVhbkrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Lj18_7l2bAM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCdVhbkrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Lj18_7l2bAM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501290385338241714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's kind of worrying when you see the pilot stick his head out the window to ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrIQpD8_I/AAAAAAAAB6I/gKJlp9I9WkM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrIQpD8_I/AAAAAAAAB6I/gKJlp9I9WkM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501264734483379186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flight over the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the airport I didn't take many pictures. but over the course of the two and a half weeks I was there I must have taken over 1000 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so many things and had so much fun and I remember saying to Jenn that I had the happiest days of my life  and Jenn said to me "so far" and she is right. I know that when I move out to be with Jenn that we will be so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5-oMb1YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/K0XaqC-mebE/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5-oMb1YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/K0XaqC-mebE/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501281061681485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_X6xL_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/m_9uC7VpxY8/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_X6xL_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/m_9uC7VpxY8/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501281074492289010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_1K3SeI/AAAAAAAAB6w/5gqbDEDbwPI/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_1K3SeI/AAAAAAAAB6w/5gqbDEDbwPI/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501281082344425954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5-yP6m8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ecP1Nbp-lKs/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5-yP6m8I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ecP1Nbp-lKs/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501281064380439490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_ocLv2I/AAAAAAAAB6o/z4eR0A8v-ko/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFh5_ocLv2I/AAAAAAAAB6o/z4eR0A8v-ko/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501281078927408994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCeEkmPqI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ACYcX5WSZtI/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCeEkmPqI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ACYcX5WSZtI/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501290397967990434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hi to the cast of hello Dolly, me and Jenn went to see the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCeUO5i0I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CyXpXDlzyNQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCeUO5i0I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CyXpXDlzyNQ/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501290402171947842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCdge_XOI/AAAAAAAAB7I/nddetyg_nAU/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCdge_XOI/AAAAAAAAB7I/nddetyg_nAU/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501290388280794338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chef suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCcxs7yXI/AAAAAAAAB64/K3W8zvbmcAk/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFiCcxs7yXI/AAAAAAAAB64/K3W8zvbmcAk/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501290375722813810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Me and my Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1374102783598584646?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1374102783598584646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1374102783598584646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1374102783598584646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1374102783598584646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-pictures-from-my-time-with-jenn.html' title='More pictures from my time with Jenn.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFhrG-7MzBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/OVmwpW37pNU/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2151984021887149191</id><published>2010-08-01T00:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:14:45.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece and me were talking today about technology and how far it has advanced in the last ten years. she is only 20 and doesn't remember most of the stuff from the 80s but when I tell her that the best graphics on a game was a mach stick man she looks at me with disbelief. I tell her about how mobile phones were big as a house brick with a Ariel as big as  the hand set. I talk about the music and how I think that that is one of the things that has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also said that I bet in the future people will be able to have a micro chip put in their heads and kids wont go to school any more they will just sit down on a chair while mummy puts a Ethernet cable in to the back of their heads and downloads the information to the chip in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be able to buy different micro chips, 5 gigs and implantation for only £ 500, you wont learn a trade you will just download it straight to your head from a massive data base that looks like Itunes store. you will be able to log in to face book 2030 straight from your head and chat and send messages. you will be able to get the family plan, 4 members of the family for only £1500  and have free micro communication for the first year free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy do I have strange ideas some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Just thought I would share that with you all.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2151984021887149191?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2151984021887149191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2151984021887149191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2151984021887149191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2151984021887149191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/08/silly-talk.html' title='Silly talk'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-7815773260321550011</id><published>2010-07-30T22:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:27:50.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I booked my next flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have booked my flight for November to go and be with my Beautiful Jenn, even though I still feel down because I miss her a lot, getting the ticket makes me feel that bit closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am just 84 days away from being back with My Jenn, I have to save the money but with the currency rate climbing like it is, it will be a great help.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to be there for her birthday and now it's time to put the plan in to action, When I asked Jenn what she would like for her birthday she said all she wanted was me, I will make her birthday wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-7815773260321550011?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7815773260321550011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=7815773260321550011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7815773260321550011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/7815773260321550011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-booked-my-next-flight.html' title='I booked my next flight'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1358703358613780489</id><published>2010-07-28T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:23:57.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset above the clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcHwZXfNI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/a2XQX2Nrvrg/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I am now back in England and I am quite tierd from all the traveling but mt will power is as strong as ever to start back at work and get back to my Jenn for October 31st, Jenn's birthday is on November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any way, mine and Jenn's last few hours together were great but we were both sad because I had to leave, we got to the Airport and said our love yous and see you soons and then I Jenn had to go and I went to Check in, I still had a while to wait so I went back out side and took some deep breaths of air before heading in.&lt;br /&gt;and with one last deep breath  I walk in and go through security and to the gate where my plane waits, and I always take a look at the plane that I will be flying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take pictures of the sun set from the air craft, I think that it's one of the best views of a sunset that you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcJMEC_qI/AAAAAAAAB4g/boBHDGji80I/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcJMEC_qI/AAAAAAAAB4g/boBHDGji80I/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499066826690330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just as the sun was beginning to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcHwZXfNI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/a2XQX2Nrvrg/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcHwZXfNI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/a2XQX2Nrvrg/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499066802083691730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcJuWXhCI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RFpZ4Cf_m8I/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcJuWXhCI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RFpZ4Cf_m8I/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499066835893978146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcKFxDXcI/AAAAAAAAB4w/OkiUNDJKJ8c/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcKFxDXcI/AAAAAAAAB4w/OkiUNDJKJ8c/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499066842179919298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was a bit of turbulence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcIhOQgTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qEOIjC4EZGg/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcIhOQgTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qEOIjC4EZGg/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499066815190434098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best shows on earth and it's free. even though it is a perfect seat to watch the sunset, I just wish like crazy that Jenn could have seen it with me, I miss her so bad already.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jenn forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1358703358613780489?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1358703358613780489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1358703358613780489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1358703358613780489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1358703358613780489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunset-above-clouds.html' title='sunset above the clouds'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TFCcJMEC_qI/AAAAAAAAB4g/boBHDGji80I/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6925587953207004661</id><published>2010-07-27T05:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T05:42:11.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When time runs out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TE5jUjJoR9I/AAAAAAAAB4I/P-iHmG9Oc1w/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the last full day that me and my beautiful Jenn spent together until I come back in november (booking ticket on friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try and put to the back of my mind that time is running out until I have to go back to England. Every time I even let my self think about it I feel sad. We had so many great times while I was here this time and we are already planning what we will do in november. but I want more to write about the time we spend together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love every miniute of the time we have together, I also forgot to mention that me and my Jenn went to see Hello Dolly the stage musical at the Holly thearter. I'm not really one for musicals but I loved this, it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I won't have time to write a post but however I will write one when I get back to&lt;br /&gt;England. I mostly want to write that I loved every second of my being with my Jenn and I can't wait till november, just 85 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TE5jUjJoR9I/AAAAAAAAB4I/P-iHmG9Oc1w/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TE5jUjJoR9I/AAAAAAAAB4I/P-iHmG9Oc1w/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498441399750117330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you my beautiful Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6925587953207004661?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6925587953207004661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6925587953207004661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6925587953207004661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6925587953207004661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-time-runs-out.html' title='When time runs out.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TE5jUjJoR9I/AAAAAAAAB4I/P-iHmG9Oc1w/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-6393212189625582809</id><published>2010-07-26T02:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:00:01.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown up's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrh6AGZzI/AAAAAAAAB3g/7PYP-74Zfak/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today me and my Jennifer moved some of her  stuff out of her dorm room. Her dad came along to help and it was great to see him. after we had done moving some stuff around  we decided we would go see a movie. The original choice was Dinner for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shmucks&lt;/span&gt; but that doesn't show until the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. so we made the choice to go see Grown ups, the show was starting in half a hour so we raced to the movies and got our drinks and watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must confess that I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sanfransisco&lt;/span&gt; 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; fan through and through, and my Jenn went and got me a 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; hat, anything with the 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; on it I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laughed at a movie so much in a long time and Jennifer loved it too, I think that it has to go in my top ten movies of 2010 so far. apart from that we went to the waffle house earlier in the day and we had lunch at the Piazza a very nice Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while not to much happened it was yet another great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have more pictures to show you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrihAxX3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/7aGiWK4glGw/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrihAxX3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/7aGiWK4glGw/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028223322218354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrjTQXYLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/yDG5_aJXN68/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrjTQXYLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/yDG5_aJXN68/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028236809396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrjI3F_sI/AAAAAAAAB34/KMZDdtDTymg/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrjI3F_sI/AAAAAAAAB34/KMZDdtDTymg/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028234019045058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the hat that my Jenn got for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzriPp74sI/AAAAAAAAB3o/UwDE8h4lzKA/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzriPp74sI/AAAAAAAAB3o/UwDE8h4lzKA/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028218663035586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the spaghetti from the piazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-6393212189625582809?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6393212189625582809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=6393212189625582809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6393212189625582809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/6393212189625582809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/grown-ups.html' title='Grown up&apos;s'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEzrihAxX3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/7aGiWK4glGw/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-5669028982476247390</id><published>2010-07-25T05:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:31:40.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvGAUs431I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/XOQ5uioBx_I/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a great day, and probably the best day of my life so far. I experienced two things for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was Tubing. I had never done it before and Jenn suggested it and so we gave it a go.&lt;br /&gt;We got our tubes and were driven maybe a mile or two up stream and then left to tube back down. we strapped our tubes together and me and Jenn floated down stream. it was so good and I relaxing, apart from the three times I went completely in the river, I'm talking completely submerged. The water wasn't so cold so I didn't mind so much, I even got of my tube and had a swim in the river. I had so much fun I did manage to stab my foot with a stone from the bottom of the river that I had to pull out of my foot and I got a blister on my over foot. but I loved it and we even walked back up stream and went again. I didn't get to take to many pictures of this because I don't think that my camera would survive  but here is the one picture I did take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvGAUs431I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/XOQ5uioBx_I/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvGAUs431I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/XOQ5uioBx_I/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497705478995107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the tubing me and Jenn decided to go for a swim in a swiming pool, we were wet any way so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second new experience for me was going to a place called Stone mountain. I had only heard of this place before and Jenn always told me how it was here favorite place so I just had to go with Jenn and watch a laser show there. Again I loved it, and we took our great friend Morgan who had been before and they both talked to each other about their camera while the show was getting ready to start. As soon as it was dark enough the show began. I also bought me Jenn and Morgan some flashing wires that you could wear, we had a lot of fun with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures and  here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKjRlRbyI/AAAAAAAAB2g/bmeybCBp4KY/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKjRlRbyI/AAAAAAAAB2g/bmeybCBp4KY/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497710477499789090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the face of stone mountain where the laser show takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKjLDYW5I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/m5epmqqE7Tg/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKjLDYW5I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/m5epmqqE7Tg/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497710475747023762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me and my beautiful Jenn, Morgan took this picture, Thank you Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKj2NOLdI/AAAAAAAAB2o/59jyCqZxA8c/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKj2NOLdI/AAAAAAAAB2o/59jyCqZxA8c/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497710487331024338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are the flashing wires I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKka4oAdI/AAAAAAAAB24/IomLCCWaFTM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKka4oAdI/AAAAAAAAB24/IomLCCWaFTM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497710497176748498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when it went dark the laser show started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKkBPi1xI/AAAAAAAAB2w/M7c0WJEz0ug/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvKkBPi1xI/AAAAAAAAB2w/M7c0WJEz0ug/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497710490293557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNeZBc60I/AAAAAAAAB3I/I_srPHFdzH8/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNeZBc60I/AAAAAAAAB3I/I_srPHFdzH8/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497713692132567874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they ended the show with fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNd0jcZNI/AAAAAAAAB3A/1Rp7SaGrJJ8/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNd0jcZNI/AAAAAAAAB3A/1Rp7SaGrJJ8/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497713682343027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNejjLHTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ONMGajoattc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNejjLHTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ONMGajoattc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497713694958361906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNfATHHXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oKJA034Dc94/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvNfATHHXI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oKJA034Dc94/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497713702675619186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said this was the best day of my life so far, I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-5669028982476247390?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5669028982476247390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=5669028982476247390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5669028982476247390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/5669028982476247390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-of-discovery.html' title='The day of discovery'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEvGAUs431I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/XOQ5uioBx_I/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3511415381627560831</id><published>2010-07-24T02:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:50:51.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting the hang of this sunset thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqVASQQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AfLR4Totwtc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so I made a second attempt at the sunset pictures and after a few minor adjustments to my camera and a little patients I think I am getting better at it, last time there just wasn't enough colour in my pictures but now there is far more colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqVASQQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AfLR4Totwtc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqVASQQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AfLR4Totwtc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497282888654274818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just as the sun was beginning to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqroyuOI/AAAAAAAAB1w/se3ZzDRu_1Q/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqroyuOI/AAAAAAAAB1w/se3ZzDRu_1Q/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497282894729754850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFrmEHY8I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Gi1n5cYjLIE/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFrmEHY8I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Gi1n5cYjLIE/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497282910413611970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFr0Z1F5I/AAAAAAAAB2I/Ni52tc6MO_s/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFr0Z1F5I/AAAAAAAAB2I/Ni52tc6MO_s/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497282914262783890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just caught the sun peeking over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFrCaOGzI/AAAAAAAAB14/3Y6Me7lBNks/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFrCaOGzI/AAAAAAAAB14/3Y6Me7lBNks/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497282900842650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and 5 minutes later the sun was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think you for reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3511415381627560831?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3511415381627560831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3511415381627560831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3511415381627560831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3511415381627560831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-getting-hang-of-this-sunset-thing.html' title='I&apos;m getting the hang of this sunset thing'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEpFqVASQQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AfLR4Totwtc/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-1738211928198685262</id><published>2010-07-23T01:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:17:32.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset picures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsxlol5lI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LwA8c41l7MM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsvjcnbFI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OFrd558GJ_M/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jenn have been taking pictures of the sunset, I have had my camera for nearly 6 moths now, Jenn has had hers for about 15 days and she can work hers better than I can mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never really seem to capture all the colours of a sunset but Jenn seems to have mastered the art of it. so here are my attempts at sunset pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsvjcnbFI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OFrd558GJ_M/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsvjcnbFI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OFrd558GJ_M/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496903646918962258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one I do like but the sky looked more red than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjswNLHC9I/AAAAAAAAB1I/b7123MuRfLA/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjswNLHC9I/AAAAAAAAB1I/b7123MuRfLA/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496903658119826386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsweINo5I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/SFwM0IrEBZQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsweINo5I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/SFwM0IrEBZQ/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496903662671078290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsxKMSuQI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/3B0u8TzVrH8/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsxKMSuQI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/3B0u8TzVrH8/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496903674499348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the colour in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsxlol5lI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LwA8c41l7MM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsxlol5lI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LwA8c41l7MM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496903681865803346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is actually at night, I took this picture just as lightning struck and that's why the glow is there. I always wanted to catch lightning and this is the closest I have ever got. so well done me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for  reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-1738211928198685262?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1738211928198685262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=1738211928198685262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1738211928198685262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/1738211928198685262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunset-picures.html' title='sunset picures'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEjsvjcnbFI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OFrd558GJ_M/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2886740512131883159</id><published>2010-07-22T05:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:52:05.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking and baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNHdmGR9I/AAAAAAAAB04/aicHGRcda6Y/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a great day for me and Jenn, Today we cooked and baked.&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Bangers and mash and Jennifer backed chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always I took lots of pictures for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first I cooked Bangers and mash for Jennifer, I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people are wondering just what I am talking about when I say bangers and mash, it's just sausage and mash potatoes. but this was a very special meal for a very good reason. it was my very first attempt at mash potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJr1_blUI/AAAAAAAABz4/qBPSthjfmBA/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJr1_blUI/AAAAAAAABz4/qBPSthjfmBA/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496583625293665602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I cut the potatoes and boil them till they are nice and soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJq_zgMGI/AAAAAAAABzw/R4vrtm5QcjQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJq_zgMGI/AAAAAAAABzw/R4vrtm5QcjQ/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496583610748121186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around the same time as I put the potatoes to boil I start on the sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsHP56FI/AAAAAAAAB0A/b_vXsm69eog/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsHP56FI/AAAAAAAAB0A/b_vXsm69eog/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496583629926164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next I mash the potatoes with some milk and some butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsiYPg_I/AAAAAAAAB0I/03JRaA4uI04/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsiYPg_I/AAAAAAAAB0I/03JRaA4uI04/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496583637208892402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;put the potatoes on a plat and put the sausage in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsw6LkmI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/T4dADqalRhc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJsw6LkmI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/T4dADqalRhc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496583641109336674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gravy&lt;/span&gt; and hey presto.... you have Bangers and Mash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yummi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Jennifer made her chocolate chip cookies, Don't ask me how she did them, I don't have a clue but they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNHdmGR9I/AAAAAAAAB04/aicHGRcda6Y/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNHdmGR9I/AAAAAAAAB04/aicHGRcda6Y/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496587398316181458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that she used eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNFTHIfZI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/SDtIoxLqYJo/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNFTHIfZI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/SDtIoxLqYJo/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496587361142209938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And added them to this mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNF3A-jtI/AAAAAAAAB0g/aSC1aua3g3Q/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNF3A-jtI/AAAAAAAAB0g/aSC1aua3g3Q/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496587370780069586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the mix was ready we put scoop size mixes on a baking tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNGeGL6_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mHSRhdNSq6s/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNGeGL6_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/mHSRhdNSq6s/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496587381270899698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They already look good enough to eat, I did maybe have just a little of the mix, I just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNG7MCtUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/0u_lOwrbayM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfNG7MCtUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/0u_lOwrbayM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496587389080089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is the finish result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2886740512131883159?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2886740512131883159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2886740512131883159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2886740512131883159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2886740512131883159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/cooking-and-baking.html' title='Cooking and baking'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEfJr1_blUI/AAAAAAAABz4/qBPSthjfmBA/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3912824210726772218</id><published>2010-07-21T02:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:51:42.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of creepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4fUAbYI/AAAAAAAABzo/qqf7QWk0sEY/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jenn decided that we were feeling in a spooky mood and so we looked around the area and we came across a cemetery, We had a walk through and took some pictures, and even though we didn't catch any ghosts we did get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; cool pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4fUAbYI/AAAAAAAABzo/qqf7QWk0sEY/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4fUAbYI/AAAAAAAABzo/qqf7QWk0sEY/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496169326660578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4HXefII/AAAAAAAABzg/QH6xVirkvp4/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4HXefII/AAAAAAAABzg/QH6xVirkvp4/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496169320232680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ2hhXQXI/AAAAAAAABzI/7t-Vu5ejf1Y/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ2hhXQXI/AAAAAAAABzI/7t-Vu5ejf1Y/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496169292893733234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ3oOg3xI/AAAAAAAABzY/xUy2LzbtJDE/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ3oOg3xI/AAAAAAAABzY/xUy2LzbtJDE/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496169311873589010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ3FPxTyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/sOzhSDUfxII/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ3FPxTyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/sOzhSDUfxII/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496169302483619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no ghost sightings but never mind, perhaps you have to go at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3912824210726772218?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3912824210726772218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3912824210726772218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3912824210726772218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3912824210726772218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/kind-of-creepy.html' title='Kind of creepy.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEZQ4fUAbYI/AAAAAAAABzo/qqf7QWk0sEY/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-2223158608666187086</id><published>2010-07-19T20:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:29:12.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it all the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The title refers to my Jogging , as you may have or may not have seen in one of my previous posts, I wrote about how I had attempted to jog here in Georgia, The temperature was my main struggle, I had no cool spots to run in and the shade was hotter than in England on a hot day, and I only made half of my jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I attempted again with great success, I think it was about two mile or just a little under, the heat was making it a bit more of a struggle but this time I wasn't giving up. I made it all the way  from start to finish even over lapping a little just to be sure. I know that most people here probably don't see it as to bigger thing but to come from a country that is very cold compared to the USA I think I did very well, I will now try again when Jenn has her class tomorrow, now that I know I can do it that means there is no reason that I can't go the same distance tomorrow or maybe that little bit  further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-2223158608666187086?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2223158608666187086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=2223158608666187086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2223158608666187086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/2223158608666187086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-made-it-all-way.html' title='I made it all the way.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3371403562322327465</id><published>2010-07-18T22:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T04:00:53.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What me and my Jenn did today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Jenn never really plan a day, we just go wit the flow.  I think it's nice that the day just happens rather than been scheduled, so here is what me and my Jenn did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would have a late lunch at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kani&lt;/span&gt; house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN51n8dnSI/AAAAAAAAByA/2S4SX3Iobvc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN51n8dnSI/AAAAAAAAByA/2S4SX3Iobvc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495369932484746530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Jenn love this place and the food is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;They even have the chef cook the food right in front of you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8IuYgaHI/AAAAAAAAByI/LzmvncNGkWc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8IuYgaHI/AAAAAAAAByI/LzmvncNGkWc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495372459653752946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They start you off with a soup and salad while you wait for the chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8I-L83_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/ZtCVgNmax40/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8I-L83_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/ZtCVgNmax40/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495372463896059890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The salad is fresh and tastes great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8J4V-1jI/AAAAAAAAByg/SwD3ZCvOi6o/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8J4V-1jI/AAAAAAAAByg/SwD3ZCvOi6o/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495372479507387954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kani&lt;/span&gt; Rangoon, is awesome and it looks so cool, I almost didn't want to spoil the pattern by eating it but hey... I was hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8JlU1NhI/AAAAAAAAByY/CE5yROCFO4w/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8JlU1NhI/AAAAAAAAByY/CE5yROCFO4w/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495372474402289170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the two dips they give you for the main course, I like the dip to the left best, meat tastes great when you dip it in either of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-xRlMLLI/AAAAAAAAByw/ig8r81hZrn0/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-xRlMLLI/AAAAAAAAByw/ig8r81hZrn0/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495375355320216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chef comes around to the table and stands at the hot plate and  does some amazing stuff with the spatula and knife. it's almost like been at the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b01867fa41a8adb4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db01867fa41a8adb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330413539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD0D2F0E5E64DB3F1E7A4C229C21ABA973B0BB1.23B26DA19104FD0445D0288E0AC1DDC35C977671%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db01867fa41a8adb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Mh5hf93rH7zDCNDmR6GYeW0brI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db01867fa41a8adb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330413539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD0D2F0E5E64DB3F1E7A4C229C21ABA973B0BB1.23B26DA19104FD0445D0288E0AC1DDC35C977671%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db01867fa41a8adb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Mh5hf93rH7zDCNDmR6GYeW0brI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; drop eggs but I wouldn't try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-x-Pso7I/AAAAAAAABy4/QruLq7mtutk/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-x-Pso7I/AAAAAAAABy4/QruLq7mtutk/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495375367309665202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also makes a real big flame that you can feel the heat from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-y32IjlI/AAAAAAAABzA/vVbrENx1dWc/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN-y32IjlI/AAAAAAAABzA/vVbrENx1dWc/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495375382771699282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8KHKbxII/AAAAAAAAByo/FHFlteGwa6s/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN8KHKbxII/AAAAAAAAByo/FHFlteGwa6s/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495372483485484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my plate, I have eaten quite a bit her but it is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yummi&lt;/span&gt; I can't help but eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kani&lt;/span&gt; house me and Jenn went and saw my first 3d experience at the movie theater, I have seen 3d before but never at the movies, we saw toy story 3 and it was really cool. I highly recommend it for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3371403562322327465?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3371403562322327465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3371403562322327465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3371403562322327465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3371403562322327465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-me-and-my-jenn-did-today.html' title='What me and my Jenn did today.'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEN51n8dnSI/AAAAAAAAByA/2S4SX3Iobvc/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-4324016165853403973</id><published>2010-07-18T02:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:06:24.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Me and Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhHRPm1EI/AAAAAAAABx4/4MC_KymNPrQ/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhHRPm1EI/AAAAAAAABx4/4MC_KymNPrQ/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061272861267010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhG1-6nvI/AAAAAAAABxw/7j79lL9IQKo/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhG1-6nvI/AAAAAAAABxw/7j79lL9IQKo/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061265543503602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhGV0izZI/AAAAAAAABxo/BHxzkEWTORM/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhGV0izZI/AAAAAAAABxo/BHxzkEWTORM/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061256910065042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhGFl8-FI/AAAAAAAABxg/2rtPvuBjtZ4/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhGFl8-FI/AAAAAAAABxg/2rtPvuBjtZ4/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061252553898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhFqiJvCI/AAAAAAAABxY/WvFM8tWGVaE/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhFqiJvCI/AAAAAAAABxY/WvFM8tWGVaE/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061245290200098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-4324016165853403973?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4324016165853403973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=4324016165853403973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4324016165853403973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/4324016165853403973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/pics-of-me-and-jenn.html' title='Pics of Me and Jenn'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEJhHRPm1EI/AAAAAAAABx4/4MC_KymNPrQ/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-3683946407273091679</id><published>2010-07-17T03:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T03:53:12.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We saw Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not referring to a solar eclipse I'm talking about the twilight movie saga.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the Waffle house and I had some bacon and eggs with toast, yummi.&lt;br /&gt;We then wondered round for about a hour and then..we went and saw the Twilight Eclipse movie.&lt;br /&gt;Now when it comes to these movies, I guess you could say that I kinda liked the first one, it had promise to be a good story, the characters were interesting and  the story was ok, I would have given the first twilight a generous 5 out of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for New moon, I can honestly say that I have been working with movies at blockbuster for nearly ten years, I see at least 8 new movies a week. New moon has to be one of the worst movies I have ever seen, from begging to end nothing happens, the actors are cardboard, Edward the star from the first movie is in it for about 12 minutes in total...yeah 12 minutes out of 2 and a half hours of nothing, the wolfs are seen in for about 1 minute and 40 seconds in total and the rest of the movie is just nothing but bella and  her feeling depressed and sorry for her self.&lt;br /&gt;New moon I gave a 2 out of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the Eclipse movie had a hint of promise to it, there was a better story and even some action.&lt;br /&gt;but again it did drag on in a lot of places and there were parts that I felt just didn't add to the story. but you do get to see a lot more of the werewolves and even some fighting scenes.&lt;br /&gt;I would give this one a 5 out of ten.&lt;br /&gt;so apart from the movie me and Jenn did some baking today, and we were able to spend the entire day together as Jenn didn't have any classes.&lt;br /&gt;there has also been some thunderstorms today, I do love them though, I think there is something magical about seeing them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a great day, and here are some pictures of our days previous to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEY7BH16JI/AAAAAAAABxA/YRBS7rx1cgY/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEY7BH16JI/AAAAAAAABxA/YRBS7rx1cgY/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494700422561392786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEa4Uxf2UI/AAAAAAAABxQ/LFaQaDILUzk/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEa4Uxf2UI/AAAAAAAABxQ/LFaQaDILUzk/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494702575320029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEZ7MXSjqI/AAAAAAAABxI/ojt3WVaJBoA/s1600/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEZ7MXSjqI/AAAAAAAABxI/ojt3WVaJBoA/s320/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494701525090602658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-3683946407273091679?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3683946407273091679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=3683946407273091679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3683946407273091679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/3683946407273091679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-saw-eclipse.html' title='We saw Eclipse'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/TEEY7BH16JI/AAAAAAAABxA/YRBS7rx1cgY/s72-c/My+trip+to+see+Jenn+July+2010+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568483410520475285.post-8007515581023960699</id><published>2010-07-15T20:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:32:46.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat is hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is now my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day here with my Jenn and things couldn't be better. We are both very happy and enjoying our time together as much as possible. The main thing that is tough to get used to is the heat here, even in the shade it's as warm as the hottest day I ever remember in England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am slowly getting used to it but I feel it will take a few more days yet, I have sun burn on my neck and arms  and my face and I don't think that ever really happened in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;. Jennifer copes with the heat so very well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, I attempted to Jog, I think I made a mile and a half before I had to stop, I was thinking to my self I could do it with not to many problems, I picked the route that had the most hills mainly up hill. I started my Jog and everything was fine, as I carried on up the hill, I saw the first chance of shade from the sun, a group of trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran under the trees but the shade was not cool for me, it was as hot as England's hottest day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt; trouble for me , I carried on jogging and soon after began to feel not so good, there was no air to breath. after the mile and a half I had to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was right next to a store and I had promised Jenn I would get some water, I got a small bottle of water and walked the rest of the way. I think I will try and jog again on Monday, surely I will be ready by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568483410520475285-8007515581023960699?l=pudmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8007515581023960699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568483410520475285&amp;postID=8007515581023960699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8007515581023960699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568483410520475285/posts/default/8007515581023960699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudmud.blogspot.com/2010/07/heat-is-hot.html' title='The heat is hot'/><author><name>Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234993018270726983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VH_BmJZ3qz4/Sb4PCQsh43I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZOxwyfy0M_E/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
