<?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-6591664846644217317</id><updated>2011-10-16T23:05:39.560+02:00</updated><category term='Whining'/><category term='Assignments'/><category term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Lady Grey</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome reader! As a tool for learning English I created this blog. Its existence outside of class depends entirely on how fun it will be to maintain it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3033550146992829992</id><published>2010-04-14T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:28:06.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>I'm having a pink moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3033550146992829992?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3033550146992829992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3033550146992829992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3033550146992829992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3033550146992829992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-1889948483232474735</id><published>2010-04-14T20:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:23:34.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that when talking to some people, and they ask you what's happening in your life, they want to hear what is important to them, not what is important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-1889948483232474735?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1889948483232474735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=1889948483232474735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1889948483232474735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1889948483232474735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6153084024054848573</id><published>2010-04-14T19:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:38:57.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah... I feel better. I just had ice cream. With chocolate sauce. Mom makes the best chocolate sauce ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still miffed that I caught that cold. Why did someone decide to unload their germs on me? I mean, it's not that any of the people I offered to share my germs with wanted any. In fact, they declined with emphasis. Oh well, my new friend ibuprofen helped me get on my feet today. At least for the necessary amount of time I could fake being well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel better than yesterday. I went to interview. Very interesting to get feedback on both verbal and non-verbal behaviour/message. I liked it. But I think that the main issue is to not take it personally. I mean, these people just want to help me get a job. Or is it just me being thick-skinned from all those academic years of both giving and getting feedback on papers and essays and other written stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try to save voice for tomorrow. Only written communication from me tonight. If I can refrain from talking and/or singing with my less than wonderful voice that is. Highly unlikely. This morning I croaked out "The Bare Necessities" from "The Jungle Book" while ironing. No, I didn't do it just for fun, I had a purpose. I figured that if I could gently warm my chords I'd be able to actually speak at interview. Makes sense right? It worked. I could speak. At least clearly enough for them to hear what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6153084024054848573?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6153084024054848573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6153084024054848573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6153084024054848573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6153084024054848573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-cream.html' title='Ice cream'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3747358222025933902</id><published>2010-03-12T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:11:43.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>...I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3747358222025933902?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3747358222025933902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3747358222025933902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3747358222025933902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3747358222025933902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4456167974998678431</id><published>2010-03-02T02:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T03:12:51.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Places to be, people to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morning everyone!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Well, it's about 2:45 am here and I still haven't gone to bed so I guess it's evening or night for me. Oh well, it'll be morning soon.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;I realized that I hadn't posted a single word here since last year. Embarrassingly bad really. So here it goes. The first post of 2010.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;For a person currently between jobs I have surprisingly much to do. Apparently there are tons of church activities right now and I happily signed up for several of them. But I love it. I love learning more and I love being in church and I love the people working in church and I love the people I know in the congregation. I'm happy there. The last two weeks I've been in church so much that I got the suggestion of bringing a sleeping bag so I didn't have to go home in between activities... Hm..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;And of course there's been the annual book sale. Started last Thursday and is still going strong. Well, not that strong. It was surprisingly weak this year. Small and with less titles than previous years. I didn't find that much I wanted. I got about ten books. The average is usually around 15-20 books at the sale per year. Oh well, I have lots and lots of books already and people keep lending me books all the time too. Isn't that nice of them?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Currently I'm reading the "Left Behind"-series by Tim LaHaye/Jerry B Jenkins I borrowed from a friend. Link to official website &lt;a href="http://www.leftbehind.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I've been wanting to read that series for ages, but the library here does not have it and every time I try to place a book order from another library it gets screwed up in one way or the other. I have no idea how they manage that, but apparently it's too much to ask to get the right book. Very nice of friend to lend me the books I thought. I finished the first book in the series tonight. They're in English, that's why it took almost a whole week to get through. I won't go into the quite special way of writing one has to get used to also.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Tomorrow I'm planning to read a bit from the second book in the series as well as baking. I've had problems with my left thumb the last month or so so I haven't been able to bake anything. You know, germs and all that. But now, now it's almost healed and if I'm careful I can bake again. Yay!! I bought the ingredients for rye rolls and whole wheat rolls. We'll see how much I can manage.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;I think that will do as a first post of the year. :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4456167974998678431?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4456167974998678431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4456167974998678431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4456167974998678431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4456167974998678431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/places-to-be-people-to-see.html' title='Places to be, people to see'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8030502726091586126</id><published>2009-12-21T22:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:57:43.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived...today</title><content type='html'>I did not have to meet the nice men with the hug-me-jacket, nor did I have to go to the looney bin. It was close at one point though when a person decided it was a good idea to stop in the middle of a doorway. I repeat IN THE MIDDLE OF A DOORWAY!!! Now, I was stressed out. It was just a few minutes left until I had to put the mail in the postbox. Do you think I appreciated how he blocked my exit from the shop? Not sure if he was just stupid or suicidal. Got to be either one of them. I can't think of any other reason to stand in the way of me when I'm steaming and so stressed that my hair was on end. Despite wearing hair in pony tail I looked much like an angry porcupine. Some people are enigmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I avoided the looney bin, not sure about keeping sanity though because I need to brave the shops once again tomorrow. Probably after making some gingerbreads and eating them so I become nice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8030502726091586126?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8030502726091586126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8030502726091586126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8030502726091586126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8030502726091586126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-survivedtoday.html' title='I survived...today'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-1289594565434549475</id><published>2009-12-21T13:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:54:57.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>A note to my friends and family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now about to brave the outdoors. By outdoors I mean the malls and other assorted shops in search for Christmas gifts. If nobody hears from me in a week, please check with the local looney bin where I will most likely be sitting wagging to and fro mumbling something about jingle bells and long lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold outside and I do NOT look forward to going outside. But I have to. I mean, there's not much point in giving Christmas presents if you haven't bothered to buy any right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be in a better mood when I get back home. Right now I feel a tad depressed at the thought of the hordes of people getting the exact same idea as me and going shopping this very minute.  I'm also debating on how to dress. It is cold outside, mittens-and-hat cold that is. I won't be wearing any of it. Because in the mall there will be steaming hot and I do not like the idea of carrying stuff around just because I can't wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, vent over. Time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-1289594565434549475?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1289594565434549475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=1289594565434549475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1289594565434549475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1289594565434549475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6049359883546843590</id><published>2009-12-16T00:47:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:58:46.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cards 3</title><content type='html'>Okay, last post. I promise. These are just two cards, but I thought they deserved a post of their own. I'm quite proud I thought of folding the paper a little differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/Syggc1PUWMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ocoYxFrfIoY/s1600-h/snowmencover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415614231612774594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/Syggc1PUWMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ocoYxFrfIoY/s320/snowmencover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front of the blue three-part card. Pretty snowflakes. Thank you Heather! Stamped with bright blue shimmering ink from Panduro. Very hard to wash from the stamps though. Anyway, I figured I'd write something or stamp something more there. If I have the time or think of something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggW8xkgxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XBOlSKO6cps/s1600-h/Scan10002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415614130556273426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggW8xkgxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XBOlSKO6cps/s320/Scan10002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the inside of the blue three-part card. I really fell in love with the idea of picketing snowmen. Thanks Simon! The big sign says "Merry Christmas" and the little one "Happy New Year!". The signs on the panel do have text IRL but I blotted it out due to privacy reasons. Can't reveal who gets the card now can I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggKN5LWeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mRTh5bYU6JI/s1600-h/Fromallofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415613911813282274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggKN5LWeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mRTh5bYU6JI/s320/Fromallofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I couldn't resist but making a red three-part card also. The front is stamped and retouched in gold. It turned out really good even though I stamped it right across the slit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggG0tNfcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/matOfhflxV0/s1600-h/Toallofyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415613853512596930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SyggG0tNfcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/matOfhflxV0/s320/Toallofyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some reason the pic of the inside seems smaller than the rest, but trust me, it's not. For the same reasons as above I have blotted out the writing on the right panel. Everything on the green background is in gold, even if it doesn't look like it. Otherwise, I got all stamps (gingerbreadhouse, candycane heart, x-mas baubles) from Heather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably make more of those tomorrow. I'm really fond of those snowmen with signs. AND I've got patterned paper I haven't used yet. Gotta use them up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUGS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6049359883546843590?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6049359883546843590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6049359883546843590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6049359883546843590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6049359883546843590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cards-3.html' title='Christmas cards 3'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/Syggc1PUWMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ocoYxFrfIoY/s72-c/snowmencover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8384813035450917808</id><published>2009-12-16T00:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:46:40.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cards 2</title><content type='html'>Oh look! The first post turned out okay. I'll keep going then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609256796633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/Sygb7QmuOJI/AAAAAAAAADM/BloF-eUGw0E/s320/missinggingerbread09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last year's missing gingerbreadmen card was appreciated I decided to make one this year too. It actually looks like gingerbreaddough. I got a really good brown hue on the paper this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609559514897250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcM4UYW2I/AAAAAAAAADc/TDPw8z163mA/s320/Winterhugs09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the hugging snowcouple! Aren't they cute? Silver lace, silver glitter glue for the text. It's a bit wobbly because being a leftie I have to start writing with the stuff from the wrong end of the word to not smear it and get it all over myself. The snowcouple is glittery too, which makes the paper really messy to cut into. Glitter EVERYWHERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygchFdCIGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iBCXDWsjqM8/s1600-h/rainingmen09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609906638233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygchFdCIGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iBCXDWsjqM8/s320/rainingmen09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason I found this hilaiously funny! Now, who to send this to? Oh and I got this gingerbread stamp from Heather too. Very generous person that Heather. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcdeJqT1I/AAAAAAAAADs/4gJjlW6wj3E/s1600-h/christmastree09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609844548390738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcdeJqT1I/AAAAAAAAADs/4gJjlW6wj3E/s320/christmastree09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of generous, I kinda swiped the layout and the inspiration for this card from Heather. For those of you interested you can see it &lt;a href="http://www.splitcoaststampers.com/gallery/photo/1517662?&amp;amp;cat=500&amp;amp;ppuser=28497"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcUs5w5iI/AAAAAAAAADk/Tpn4C6-xjbw/s1600-h/candycane09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609693889422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcUs5w5iI/AAAAAAAAADk/Tpn4C6-xjbw/s320/candycane09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one however I managed to think up all on my own. I think. I might've gotten some inspiration from the SCS card sketches. The paper is all from Panduro Hobby except for the candy cane heart which I got from Heather last year and got around to use. I get so many pretty things from Heather I don't know when and how to use them. I just want to make pretty things, not crap. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcCTFHbkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ci72MkdHFNY/s1600-h/Picketing+snowmen09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609377720069698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygcCTFHbkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ci72MkdHFNY/s320/Picketing+snowmen09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last card I swiped the inspiration from friend Simon. Although his picketing snowmen were much more evil than mine. I really love those snowmen stamps. Foam stamps from Panduro. Once again, I thought this was hilariously funny. Anyone else thinks this is funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8384813035450917808?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8384813035450917808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8384813035450917808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8384813035450917808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8384813035450917808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cards-2_16.html' title='Christmas cards 2'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/Sygb7QmuOJI/AAAAAAAAADM/BloF-eUGw0E/s72-c/missinggingerbread09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4397083974584493589</id><published>2009-12-16T00:13:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:28:39.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cards 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the Christmas cards for this year. Or rather, the ones I have completed at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415605383424932818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygYZzK8e9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9tML6I7Xm3w/s320/Christmas09_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First I made a simple card using circles and red ribbon. Kinda effectful though. Maybe I should've put some of those dots (which is silver glitter glue) underneath the circles also. The dots are supposed to be stars, it looks much nicer IRL. Which is true for all the cards btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415605910175940482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygY4deK_4I/AAAAAAAAACk/abnDrnyg5is/s320/Christmas09_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here I played around with a stamp I got from friend Heather. Remember this one? Anyway, it took a while to color all those little dots and stripes and stuff. The santa in the middle is a sticker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415606310689140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygZPxf9bjI/AAAAAAAAACs/12mZ87Cf2Sk/s320/Christmashearts09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another stamp from Heather. This one with candy canes in a heart shape. Very pretty. It doesn't show in the pic, but the hole in the hearts are actual holes in the front of the card. I have not yet decided what to put behind them. Suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415606687216553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygZlsLFzgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AsIpmVkpYbA/s320/Gingerbread09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I used the ridiculously expensive "God Jul"-paper I bought last year before I realized I could make my own using the fonts of Word and a printer. Oh well, I have paper to use for a long time at least. Coupled with a family of gingerbreadmen it looks quite nice. The gingerbreadman is a clearstamp I got from Heather last year. I still love it! The "buttons" on the men are made of glitter glue in different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415607419966133042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygaQV4NEzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h5676AjC6qs/s320/gingerbreadhouse09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A simple white card with a gingerbreadhouse on it. Stamp from Heather. It was fun colouring, but it took a while. The greeting is stamped in gold and retouched with a gold pen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415607854257234082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygapnvRYKI/AAAAAAAAADE/tgCSMMq2feY/s320/letitsnow09_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I realize that this pic does not give credit to the card. Just imagine a white card. I cut out a circle and lined the hole with blue glitter glue dots. Inside the card I stamped a family of snowmen and coloured them appropriately. The text is silver glitter glue except for the snowflake which is a brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'll try to post these cards and see if I can make another post with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4397083974584493589?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4397083974584493589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4397083974584493589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4397083974584493589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4397083974584493589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cards-1.html' title='Christmas cards 1'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SygYZzK8e9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9tML6I7Xm3w/s72-c/Christmas09_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8619580150569571802</id><published>2009-11-18T15:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:27:06.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never considered myself a very technical person, but give me some time and I'll figure out how most things work. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So... on Monday I downloaded two songs to my computer (yes, I paid for them, I don't do illegal downloading) without any hitch at all. That was a bit suspicious. There were so many things that could go wrong that didn't. I even managed to get them into the mp3-player without any incidents. And it didn't take forever either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I have other stuff on mp3-player. Like the New Testament that was downloadable for free so I did. The chapters however were not in the right order. So today I figured I'd check out the little feature called a "playlist". I mean, judging by the name it ought to be a list of songs (or chapters in this case) that will play continously from the top down. Right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Having a spare hour I sat down at comp and plugged in my mp3-player. After a wee bit of thinking I managed to put all my chapters and songs in the right order in different, clearly labeled, playlists. If I have trouble finding my files on the computer I need to have the playlists clearly labeled. There will be no "misc" or "everything I don't know where to put". &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ha! I even persuaded the mp3-player to repeat the whole playlist, which in this case consists of the two downloaded songs from Monday. Which is good, I don't have the time to cuddle the mp3-player every 10 mins or so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I feel so 21st century... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Oh and if anyone is curious, it was "Made to Worship" and "How Great is our God" by Chris Tomlin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nina&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS. Dear Santa... if you read this, I would really like the albums "Arriving" and "Hello Love" by Chris Tomlin for Christmas. Preferrable digital so I can put them into mp3-player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8619580150569571802?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8619580150569571802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8619580150569571802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8619580150569571802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8619580150569571802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-future.html' title='Welcome to the future'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8730544794599176384</id><published>2009-11-03T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:05:56.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of e-mail</title><content type='html'>I got this e-mail today from a person that was once a friend. Now, more of an acquaintance. Anyway. I haven't heard from her in like more than a year and now two e-mails have dropped into my inbox in less than a month. Me, like most other people, would think something along the lines of "Cool! An e-mail from a long lost friend!" And I did. Think so that is. Until I read the actual e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was the old fake virus warning about the Hallmark e-cards. *sigh* I thought that one expired it's sell by-date like a year or two ago. Apparently not. So I replied that this is a hoax and that there is nothing to worry about. I thought about sending a Hallmark e-card, but I didn't. Maybe I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one I got today was one of those even older "send this to XX number of friends within XX minutes and something you wanted for ages will become yours". Ha! Yeah right.  There are many varieties of this one. Everything from sending it to three of your closest friends to 20 of the same and that something good will happen to avoiding disaster. Why people spread this garbage is beyond my abilities, but apparently they do. The probability of something good happening by clogging up other people's inboxes with junk like this is about the same as me winning the lottery without buying a ticket. What will happen is that you will have lots and lots of annoyed friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone reading this: If there is a virus warning, take the 30 seconds needed to confirm it before sending it to me. I don't forward such warnings without at least trying to verify them first. Never, under any circumstances send e-mails of the kind "send this to 20 of your closest friends and something good will happen/to avoid disaster".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for everyone who does not send junk to me, I thank you of all my heart for sparing me irritation and wasted energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8730544794599176384?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8730544794599176384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8730544794599176384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8730544794599176384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8730544794599176384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/joys-of-e-mail.html' title='The joys of e-mail'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6125520363949599762</id><published>2009-08-21T17:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:43:11.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Making cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Ah the joy of baking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided it was time to make some cupcakes. I had done careful research and found two decidedly yummy recipes. So, after a trip to the store to get the ingredients for the cupcakes and the icing I got down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that it is a very good idea to check there are those paper cups that you make cupcakes in of the right size in your cupboard, BEFORE going to the store. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I started making chocolate cupcakes. After making the batter, which kinda looked a bit funny, but I managed to bully it into the paper cups and put it into the oven. The recipe said it would be 12 cupcakes, but I only managed to make 9. I guess the cookbook and I have different opinions on the definition of "regular size".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out pretty good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the carrot cake cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the batter. It looked better than the chocolate cupcake batter. I manged to pour it into the cups for baking. I got 8 of those. By now I did not have any illusions regarding the number of cupcakes yielded by the recipe so I just shrugged and put it into oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 mins later I had made the frosting for the carrot cake cupcakes. That one was easy. It was the frosting for the chocolate cupcakes that made my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chocolate truffle frosting. I had to boil some cream and then put in some sugar and chopped up chocolate. So far all is well. Recipe said it could be used when cool as frosting for a glazed look on the cupcakes or be whipped when cold to be spritzed onto the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this requires the frosting to actually thicken slightly when cool or even cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so well... The frosting did not thicken when cooling. Not when I tried to chill the pan in cold water. Nor did it thicken when I put it in the refrigerator... So I put it in the freezer. It thickened and hardened. And became a big blob of frozen chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, but as soon as I got it out of the freezer it became liquid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum it all up. The chocolate cupcakes turned out great but the frosting was a catastrophe. The carrot cake cupcakes was okay, but the frosting was great. So now I have chocolate cupcakes in the freezer and carrot cake cupcakes in the refrigerator. I don't know what to do with either of them. I'm not supposed to eat since I'm on a diet. *sigh* Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go for another recipe next time. Or one that I know will work since I initially had planned to bring the cupcakes to a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6125520363949599762?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6125520363949599762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6125520363949599762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6125520363949599762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6125520363949599762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-cupcakes.html' title='Making cupcakes'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-5261246436715799305</id><published>2009-05-20T01:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:06:34.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering the concept of happiness today. I realized that moments of pure bliss are just that, moments. Short bursts of happiness. Complete and utter happiness is not a permanent state of mind. My theory is that we all have some sort of baseline happiness in our lives. You know, like when you're looking at a chart and you see the peaks and the valleys and then you see some sort of average line running straight in the middle. That would be our baseline happiness. Sometimes we are happier than average and sometimes we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sound depressing? That we can't handle utter bliss all the time? Well, not to worry, you see, the middle will become higher up if the peaks are more frequent. They do not necessarily have to be really high as long as they are above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to find more of these smaller peaks of happiness to raise the average level of happiness. Appreciating the smaller things in life. Like the flowers blossoming in the city gardens. Very pretty. A beautiful song. A hug. A smile. You know, all these little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the more important thoughts I've had I think. And one of the most profound insights. I mean, if I am of the opinion that the only way I'm going to be happy is by winning the lottery, then I'd be destined for a life of misery because I very rarely play the lottery. But if I am of the opinion that I should be happy because I have good friends and family and enough sense to appreciate them, then I'm probably more on the track of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that there are issues in my life. As for everyone else there are problems to be dealt with and stress to be handled, but if I just can stop for a while and smell the magnolias and the newly mowed lawn and watch the snail trailing a path (and maybe even save it from certain death by bike) then I don't think I'm a lost cause for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-5261246436715799305?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5261246436715799305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=5261246436715799305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5261246436715799305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5261246436715799305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-1731034920527722651</id><published>2009-01-30T14:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:40:12.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendars last pt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realized I never actually finished what I was saying about calendars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone out there worried I would not know what day it is, please be reassured. I do have a calendar now. It is even a good one. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;As for more updates I've been insanely busy the last week or so. I haven't even been to the craft store. Imagine that! I did take a short detour in there earlier this week and you know what? They had a sale! Yay! Pretty papers I've been ogling for the better part of the fall at 70% off. Isn't that a bargain I don't know what is. So I bought a couple. Now I have four or so shiny new papers to craft with. I'll see if there is time during the weekend between paper-writing and book-reading to make some more cards. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Just letting you know I'm still alive. :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-1731034920527722651?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1731034920527722651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=1731034920527722651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1731034920527722651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1731034920527722651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/01/calendars-last-pt.html' title='Calendars last pt...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3892118019703810048</id><published>2009-01-05T17:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:13:59.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendars pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks Heather! I think I've found one that will not only fit my aesthetic senses but also the actual dimensions of the wall space where it will be hung. It's not bought and hung yet so let's not get carried away. It could be sold out. Oh well, if they are I'll ask friend S to order a nice one (or two) on Amazon. They had some really pretty calendars. Secret garden with beautiful pictures of gardens and houses and flowers and streams and ponds and... well, nature in general. Also one with pictures from Scotland. Very green. They also have different TV-series calendars and anyone who knows me know which one I would like to have. Take a guess. I double-dog dare ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3892118019703810048?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3892118019703810048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3892118019703810048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3892118019703810048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3892118019703810048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/01/calendars-pt-2.html' title='Calendars pt 2'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-524277345166915667</id><published>2009-01-04T14:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:16:40.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I need a new wall calendar. The one for 2008 doesn't quite cut it anymore. So I went to the bookstore to see if they had any fun calendars left. They had a really nice one with chocolate. Now, one would think that a wall calendar with different chocolate pictures every month would be a great addition to my kitchen, but there were no recipes! Who in their right mind makes a calendar with chocolate and do not tell people how to make them? I don't want to look at chocolate, I want to eat it!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;So I went online. Big mistake. My eyes are now square from viewing hundreds of different calendars online. I had no idea there were that many different kinds. Some were beautiful, some were funny, some downright zany. Looking at all those different calendars I realized I have standards. A calendar must have some writing space on it. I have to be able to write appointments and birthdays and such on wall calendar. Most of the calendars I found were grid calendars with tiny tiny squares for each date. If I got one of those I'd have to attach a magnifying glass to see what I wrote. Oh well, I'll do another sweep of the local bookstores and card-shops today. I'll let you know what I found.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-524277345166915667?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/524277345166915667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=524277345166915667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/524277345166915667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/524277345166915667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/01/calendars.html' title='Calendars'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-1531779542568445351</id><published>2009-01-02T14:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:46:20.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So 2009 finally begun. As years are prone to do. One after the other. It feels kind of like a new beginning. I mean, it can't possibly be worse than 2008 right? It's been a strange year indeed. A lot of things happened that I didn't want to happen, a lot of things I wanted to happen did not. It can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say 2008 was a bad year, it was just strange. A lot of good things happened also. I met several new friends that I treasure and I got to spend more time with family. That is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now however I have got two essays in linguistics to write so in concordance with my new years resolution to stop fretting about stuff I will now start on writing one of them. Isn't it fun when you get an assignment you can't wait to get started on? I get to watch "Third Rock from the Sun" on youtube and actually feel like I'm doing something useful. I LIKE linguistics! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-1531779542568445351?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1531779542568445351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=1531779542568445351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1531779542568445351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1531779542568445351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3567869357113251977</id><published>2008-12-24T00:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:31:57.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah it is Dec 24th and Christmas has arrived. Finally. I bought all the presents and braved the crowds in the mall. The last of the Christmas cards went out today. One all the way to Australia. I guess it'll arrive by midsummer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas ham is done and ready to eat. I really wanted to make some more fudge and some Christmas buns, but right now it feels like way too much work. Probably because it's in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... time to go have a taste of that ham and drink some Santa soda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas greetings to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3567869357113251977?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3567869357113251977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3567869357113251977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3567869357113251977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3567869357113251977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-2268635423861825091</id><published>2008-12-19T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:25:55.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow I'm going shopping. I admit defeat. I have to go. I promised myself I would never EVER go shopping on a Saturday. Why? Because everyone else seems to get the same idea. I'm not that fond of large crowds of people. Especially not large crowds of people frantically searching for the perfect gift. You know, the one we all know doesn't exist within a reasonable budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lines also. To the registers. Where I'll have to wait my turn. Ugh! I'm not the most patient person in the world. I think I have to be a bit more zen about lines. Maybe I can read one of those books I will buy someone for Christmas while standing in that line? A couple of hundred pages polished off in an hour. Not entirely impossible. It all depends on how good the book is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten a couple of Christmas gifts already. It seems like much of Christmas is celebrated before Christmas or after Christmas rather than on the big day doesn't it? Anyway, I got some very nice gifts from friend S. She gave me an ornamental cross to hang on wall or put in bookshelf (yeah right, we all know there isn't any room in any of my bookshelves), a seriously cute little teddy bear with scarf and hat and there are holes for the ears in the hat. Very soft and cuddly. Me like soft and cuddly. :) I also got a trinket box with an angel reading a book. Very thoughtful and appropriate. I am happy! Thank you S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a gift from friend J. We had a fun evening eating pizza at my favourite restaurant. Thank you for feeding me J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten stamps from Heather which I used on Christmas cards. I probably should scan those before sending them off right? I still haven't read the book though. There seems to be precious little time left for reading lately. The time I don't spend fretting over what is to come I spend sleeping. No wonder I get headaches due to stress... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like I'm terribly materialistic thanking everyone for the gifts I got, but it's just that I'm so happy I have friends that care it's silly. I mean, for many years I didn't have any friends so having several is amazing and I feel blessed every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, it'll all be good by Christmas. I'll just have to figure out what gifts to get people. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-2268635423861825091?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2268635423861825091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=2268635423861825091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2268635423861825091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2268635423861825091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-5629822596951374238</id><published>2008-11-25T13:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:57:33.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile terriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you all wonder what a mobile terrier is and if not all terriers are mobile most of the time. Well yes, this is just another kind of terrier and it is not a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day not long ago I happened to enter a mobile phone store. You know the little hole-in-the-wall shops where they try to sell you a mobile phone. Anyway, I went with friend J because she needed to get her phone fixed (no, I am still not talking about dogs. Get your mind out of the gutter and pay attention! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went into this tiny space where there are three salespeople and exactly zero customers. One of the salespeople lights up like a Christmas tree, bounces up to me and asks if I want a new phone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the dialogue that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson in a bouncy voice: Do you want a new phone too?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! (I figured that if I tried to use a firm voice and clear message sales person would understand the meaning of "no" just like children and dogs do. I was wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson not deterred but still bouncy: But are you sure?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am NOT getting a new phone. I am happy with the one I have thank you very much. (See? I already lost my patience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson: But if you would get one, what kind of phone would you want?!? One with an mp3-player?!? One with a really good camera?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! If I was to get a new phone, which I am not, I don't want one with an mp3-player nor a camera. I would want a phone that is good for calling people. And maybe text messages. That is all. But I am NOT getting a new phone. I have Christmas presents to buy first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson still not deterred but more bouncy than ever: So you want one that stands rough handling?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my eyes doing a mental roll by that time. What part of "no" is so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! I do NOT want a phone that stands rough handling. If I would get a new phone it will be for calling people and sending text messages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now salesperson looks at me as if I just sprouted a new head. Apparently one has to have a phone that does just about everything. Well, if I could wish I'd wish my phone to be a gourmet cook and happy to clean windows. How's that for a phone? I'd even be willing to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately friend J had almost finished her dealings with another one of the salespeople so I took refuge behind her when bouncy salesperson took out a calculator to calculate how much I would save from getting a new phone and how much I could talk and the benefits. I almost wish there had been a representative from Guiness world records there because I fled from that shop so fast that light would seem sluggish in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the terrier. I was just getting to that. In my mind a terrier is a stubborn, energetic and eager kind of dog. Much like the salesperson. However, terriers are also cute and trainable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-5629822596951374238?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5629822596951374238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=5629822596951374238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5629822596951374238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5629822596951374238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/11/mobile-terriers.html' title='Mobile terriers'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3497252328846204207</id><published>2008-11-07T10:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:15:05.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Bookish Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heather tagged me yesterday with this so I will try to do it. I know I'm bad at these tag-thingys but I'm working on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules stated I'd link to her blog, and I have, in the link list. I have just not gotten around to learn how to link in text. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven bookish things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate typos! If there's typos in the book I'm reading I start to think that the author is sloppy doing research also and therefore the book isn't trustworthy. This is especially important when reading textbooks or other works that isn't fiction. I do correct typos in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate translations! I recently read a novel by favourite author Jill Shalvis where the translator had mistaken one word for another. My guess is that it was the English "shocked" that can actually be translated into two words one meaning shocked as astonished or surprised and one meaning shocked as in outraged. This was so not fun to read. Anyway, a book, any book, loses part of its content in translation, that's just how it is so if I understand the original language I will read the book in original form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not write in books. Anyone who writes in books violate the book. If you want to write something, find a piece of paper not attached to a spine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When moving I try to put all books in the same direction. I hate it when people put books upside down in the box/bag. That is not just me being silly, it saves time when it comes to unpacking when one has as many books as I do. Also, when packing books you do NOT put them with the spine down so all the pages stick up. Stuff will fall in between the pages and ruin the book. Likewise you do NOT pack the book with the spine up and the pages down, something will press the book down and ruin it. Preferably books are packed in stacks in paper bags with a piece of junkmail on top of it. You know, the kind with the glossy pages. That way if it's raining the day you move, the books will not get wet nor stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Despise my books and I throw you out. I once knew a person who disdainfully told me I had a lot of books. That acquaintance did not last long. You got to respect a person's hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Like Heather I rarely borrow books from the library. I find it much cheaper to buy the books I want myself without having to bother with fees for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I probably will always have twice as many books as I have shelf-space. That is just the way it is. I just need to accept that. And get more shelves to put books in. And get more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Books do NOT belong on the floor. They are not for walking on. You do not walk on your friends eh? Maybe for a few minutes while you answer the phone or the door, but not longterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... don't know who to tag. Let me think about that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3497252328846204207?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3497252328846204207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3497252328846204207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3497252328846204207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3497252328846204207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/11/seven-bookish-things-about-me.html' title='Seven Bookish Things About Me'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-134823541510785540</id><published>2008-09-23T11:43:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:01:37.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I absolutely love Christmas so when Heather sent me a seriously cute little gingerbreadmanstamp I knew I had to start making my Christmas cards. After running myself ragged trying to find gingerbreaddough-colored paper to make the gingerbredmen out of I got down to business. Here are the fruits of my labour so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbreadmen on parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7zdh_9GI/AAAAAAAAACU/wB86faJrIR4/s1600-h/ginger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249151858475267170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7zdh_9GI/AAAAAAAAACU/wB86faJrIR4/s320/ginger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbreadmen in the making. Unfortunately the picture doesn't show their glittery buttons too good. Oh well, it's like with everything, it looks good in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7wasqCfI/AAAAAAAAACM/WTXHg2IhVmM/s1600-h/ginger3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249151806175054322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7wasqCfI/AAAAAAAAACM/WTXHg2IhVmM/s320/ginger3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway gingerbreadmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7tmqyi9I/AAAAAAAAACE/u1EOun1D5-s/s1600-h/ginger1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249151757848841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7tmqyi9I/AAAAAAAAACE/u1EOun1D5-s/s320/ginger1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cards were made using the gingerbreadmanstamp which I stamped on brown cardstock in black ink. Using a scalpel (no Heather, you are not allowed near the scalpel!) I cut out the gingerbreadmen. I figured I could use the "holes" too so I cut out a dough-shaped piece of paper and glued it to black cardstock. White crayon was good to make "flour" on the men and the dough. Glitterglue in assorted colours and a white pen decorated the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one exam and three keywords to write so making more cards is strictly off limits right now. If I can keep myself from it that is... :) I am still tired from the two exams last week. Oh well, I'll catch up on my sleep when I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-134823541510785540?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/134823541510785540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=134823541510785540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/134823541510785540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/134823541510785540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SNi7zdh_9GI/AAAAAAAAACU/wB86faJrIR4/s72-c/ginger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3266655536795396445</id><published>2008-09-15T22:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:19:05.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have done</title><content type='html'>I nabbed this from Heather's blog. Thought it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight the ones you've done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt; (it was a very small iceberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;Said I love you and meant it&lt;/strong&gt; (I tell my family and friends all the time. No point in waiting until they're dead right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Touched an iceberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt; (a bit disappointing really, but fun to have done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt; (in the middle of class once...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt; (I was very little then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt; (I live at the North Pole...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; (but I wasn't supposed to be looking at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;  (I LOVE roller coasters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt; (that happens fairly often actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Taken care of someone who was too drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt; (I have them. All of my friends are amazing. I don't socialize with un-amazing people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs. (Why? I don't have that many. Now books...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; (Every chance I get!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain (any volunteers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;Played a Computer game for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; (how else do you make cookies?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo (Nope. Never. Ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Been in a combat zone&lt;/strong&gt; (but it hadn't been one in ages. We went to Napoleon's old battlefield at Austerlitz when on class trip to Czech Republic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Picked up and moved to another city&lt;/strong&gt; (several times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;strong&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. &lt;strong&gt;Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/strong&gt; (and gained them again and am now losing them again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. &lt;strong&gt;Piloted an airplane&lt;/strong&gt; (both a glider plane and one with an engine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. &lt;strong&gt;Petted a stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. &lt;strong&gt;Broken some one's heart&lt;/strong&gt; (how should I know? I think so though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced (OUCH! Not happening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. &lt;strong&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt; (does air rifle count? If so, I am quite good at it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. &lt;strong&gt;Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. &lt;strong&gt;Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;/strong&gt; (Since I have been in several foreign countries, but no US states I guess that would be a yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days (Nope, just two-day trips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt; (I would do it again too. If someone would join me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed some one's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. &lt;strong&gt;Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt; (I seem to be doing that a lot...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Para sailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. &lt;strong&gt;Read The Iliad&lt;/strong&gt; (parts of it so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. &lt;strong&gt;Selected one "important" author who you missed in school and read something by them&lt;/strong&gt; (Arthur Conan Doyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. &lt;strong&gt;Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/strong&gt; (give me one good reason to attend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. &lt;strong&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt; (several times actually. It seems to happen in foreign countries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. &lt;strong&gt;Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/strong&gt; (last week I thought so. I still do. I love it at uni.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. &lt;strong&gt;Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/strong&gt; (but it wasn't my own booth, it was a lottery for an organization and I volunteered. Come to think of it, it wasn't a street fair either. It was indoors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. &lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt; (Yep, several times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head (no, but I thought about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved some one's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3266655536795396445?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3266655536795396445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3266655536795396445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3266655536795396445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3266655536795396445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-have-done.html' title='Things I have done'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6726904801135342581</id><published>2008-09-05T15:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:37:15.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings...</title><content type='html'>I knew I should've never tried this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Spaghetti with Pesto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/spaghetti-pesto.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you have complex tastes. You're a bit of a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like a little bit of everything, even if the things you like don't go together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't picky at all. You can find something to like about almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't judge on appearances alone. You like to experience something before you judge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/"&gt;What Pasta Dish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one was fun... And probably true also. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Strawberry Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/strawberry-cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh, sassy, and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total flirt, who never would turn down a sugary treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is it with me and pesto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesto Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/pesto-pizza.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous and hedonistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for new experiences and tastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/devils-food-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were fun! Now on to more important things. Like laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6726904801135342581?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6726904801135342581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6726904801135342581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6726904801135342581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6726904801135342581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-2153262173818659347</id><published>2008-08-29T02:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:20:14.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a seriously crazy week. Just started new class. It was Mon-Wed all day. More than all day. 10 hrs of cramming in lectures. Statistics mostly. Could be interesting when I know more about it. Got off to a bad start on Monday, but that wasn't school-related. It did however affect my mood a bit. Oh well, I will probably survive. Tuesday was statistics day. Looked at graphs and diagrams all day. Felt like a rag when I got home and stumbled into bed. Who knew it was so tiring to just sit on behind and not do anything but listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new book yesterday, that was fun. I had a coupon, half price off on paperback novel of my choice. I think I spent 30 mins in bookstore to choose. And that was the bookstore on campus with limited options. I do not even dare to guess how long it would've taken me in a full fledged bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked a bit on assignment 1 and then went to pharmacy to get a wrist support. Wrists hurt because of too much time spent online so I got me one of those fancy supports that one can use on both hands. That's always nice. Can't afford to buy two of them. That and the fact that the hand is basically useless when having support on. It's good for me anyway. It helps. Being a behaviour scientist I have to ask if it's the support itself or the fact that wearing it makes me remember to be more careful that does the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card of the day will be one that Heather inspired with her striped card a couple of weeks ago. It lacks sentiment so far, because I do not yet know who will get it or when. There are space left for one though. Recognize the coloured paper Heather? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLc_2Mj2zlI/AAAAAAAAABc/YjNQiIKlrgk/s1600-h/stripes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239726891785965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLc_2Mj2zlI/AAAAAAAAABc/YjNQiIKlrgk/s320/stripes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one seriously pink one from when I had a pink-ish kind of day. I had fun with scalpel trying to cut out all those circles. It doesn't show very well in picture but the edge of the card is bubbly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLdACboUFjI/AAAAAAAAABk/S2oDi4rHJOc/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239727101989623346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLdACboUFjI/AAAAAAAAABk/S2oDi4rHJOc/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-2153262173818659347?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2153262173818659347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=2153262173818659347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2153262173818659347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2153262173818659347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy week'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLc_2Mj2zlI/AAAAAAAAABc/YjNQiIKlrgk/s72-c/stripes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3057335085466871433</id><published>2008-08-28T01:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:23:36.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXf74GUq7I/AAAAAAAAABU/2nTfoh9RpvE/s1600-h/dreamflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXf74GUq7I/AAAAAAAAABU/2nTfoh9RpvE/s320/dreamflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239339961279622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue cardstock. Textured paper, brads, flowers and bow from Panduro. Ribbon, stamps and sentiment card from Heather. Or rather, I traced the outlines from one of the ones she sent me on paper I already had because it wasn't the right colour. The round stamp is clear and the word is a wooden one. Ink is Ballet Blue from Stampin'Up. Also from Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXf4SvE0xI/AAAAAAAAABM/oHhp6h3Tgwg/s1600-h/blue+dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXf4SvE0xI/AAAAAAAAABM/oHhp6h3Tgwg/s320/blue+dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239339899710395154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most recent card. I just finished it an hour ago or so. I got so inspired from the first card I made. I just love the Ballet Blue ink from Stampin'Up!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the specs: Blue cardstock as above. Patterned paper and brads from Panduro. Leaves, ribbon and the blue square from Heather. The white square I got from printer. :) I just love the way the blue leaves makes the card look so much more sophisticated and expensive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3057335085466871433?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3057335085466871433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3057335085466871433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3057335085466871433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3057335085466871433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/recent-cards.html' title='Recent cards'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXf74GUq7I/AAAAAAAAABU/2nTfoh9RpvE/s72-c/dreamflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-11973333865847352</id><published>2008-08-28T01:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:13:58.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXesMY9EHI/AAAAAAAAABE/HHNdPmnhJIM/s1600-h/Scan10004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXesMY9EHI/AAAAAAAAABE/HHNdPmnhJIM/s320/Scan10004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239338592336941170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this one I thought I'd think outside the box for a change. Black cardstock. Greyish paper. White patterned paper, black flower, silver brad and silver glitter gel from Panduro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXemD5E7HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7ZJIxTWoiyE/s1600-h/x-mas1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXemD5E7HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7ZJIxTWoiyE/s320/x-mas1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239338486976539762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red cardstock (do not know from where, I found it in a moving box a month or so ago). Stamps and ink from Panduro. Stamp coloured with felt tip pens. Sentiment hand drawn with silver glitter gel from Panduro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-11973333865847352?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/11973333865847352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=11973333865847352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/11973333865847352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/11973333865847352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXesMY9EHI/AAAAAAAAABE/HHNdPmnhJIM/s72-c/Scan10004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-5642000955864876866</id><published>2008-08-28T01:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:08:09.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXdR-s6sGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b1-Xfm9qcqA/s1600-h/tulip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXdR-s6sGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b1-Xfm9qcqA/s320/tulip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239337042474348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once wrote a story about a tulip. Very romantic, very tragic. Very funny.:) Anyway, the same yellow cardstock as usual. Both patterned papers from Panduro. Tulip hand drawn by me. Ribbon woven into card holds it together. The ribbon is moss green. It didn't scan that well. Also from Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXdK5HDNPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gehtp4YBa_c/s1600-h/teacups1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXdK5HDNPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gehtp4YBa_c/s320/teacups1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239336920714261746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was warm and sunny and springtime outside. Of course I had to make a card with teacups. Green cardstock, stamps and ink from Panduro. Purple ribbon and sentiment from Heather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-5642000955864876866?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5642000955864876866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=5642000955864876866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5642000955864876866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5642000955864876866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/cards-again.html' title='Cards again'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXdR-s6sGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b1-Xfm9qcqA/s72-c/tulip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8937160977944876583</id><published>2008-08-28T00:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:02:00.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More cards!</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to scan more cards. They weren't pink though. These are a couple of months old. I just have been seriously lazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXcCJoKVOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0i6h4rEvk1Q/s1600-h/cute1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXcCJoKVOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0i6h4rEvk1Q/s320/cute1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239335671017657570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow cardstock, green patterned paper from Panduro Hobby scrap collection. Stamp also from Panduro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXbZjbpmzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bdpm5OWotaY/s1600-h/bow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXbZjbpmzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bdpm5OWotaY/s320/bow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239334973569866546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just bought some eyelets and played around with. Yellow cardstock with patterned paper from Panduro Hobby. Blue paper from a multicolored block of paper. You know the small cubes you jot on when on the phone or writing shopping lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these cards were made from sketch challenge sketches at Split Coast Stampers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still new to this pictures in blog thingy I will settle for two for now and see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8937160977944876583?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8937160977944876583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8937160977944876583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8937160977944876583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8937160977944876583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-cards.html' title='More cards!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SLXcCJoKVOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0i6h4rEvk1Q/s72-c/cute1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-7135637901947944630</id><published>2008-08-24T00:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:28:30.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-assignment 4 - Free format</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a ditzy sort of day so this will be a ditzy short story. I do hope I can bring a smile to your day. /N&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;The Spatula&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oh great!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke detector went off again. Smoke filled the sorry excuse for a kitchen I had when I opened the door to the oven. I sent up a silent prayer to the powers that be that nobody had called the fire department on me... again. Last time they had let me off with a warning. This time there would be a fine. What can I say, I love to bake. I’m just not good at it yet. I shut the smoke detector up by throwing my spatula at it. That’ll teach it to not beep at false alarms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those non-stick teflon muffin trays? Well, let’s say, they’re not non-stick. Last time I baked I had to pry the charcoal remains of my attempt to make chocolate muffins from the so-called non-stick tray with a chisel. Good thing I have a toolbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sirens so far... Almost too good to be true. Not that I mind talking to a handsome firefighter, but the fine? Not so fine. But it seems to me I’m clear now. If the fire department doesn’t have better response time than this, it’s no use calling them at all. Maybe I’d better get rid of the latest disaster. Carrot cakes aren’t supposed to look like someone threw up in a barbecue right? At least the picture in the cookbook doesn’t look anything remotely like the result I got. Now, where did I put the potholders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! The potholders! Yellow flames flared up from the potholder caught on fire. Soon the curtains would go up in flames and everything. More smoke filled the little apartment. I heard sirens in the distance drawing nearer. Then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I was dangling upside down. And moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! What’s going on?” I coughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my spatula beside the phone and grabbed it as I passed by the table. I started to whack whatever it was that was carrying me. All I could see was a pair of legs dressed in seriously dirty yellow pants and a pair of booted feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “whatever” did not stop until it had carried me out of the building and dropped me unceremoniously into a waiting ambulance. The spatula was gently removed from my hand.&lt;br /&gt;The doors to the ambulance closed and all I remember from the drive to the hospital was the oxygen mask I didn’t want to wear and coughing. Lots of coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently one of my neighbours had called the fire department from the beeping of the smoke detector. Probably to teach me a lesson. And it did. I had to stay at the hospital for two days due to smoke inhalation. With no cell phone and no internet connection. Not even a cute doctor. What I did get was two visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to see me was my best friend. We giggled. Well, she giggled, I coughed. She told me that just about everything I owned, including my books had turned to ashes, but that I was welcome to stay at her place until I could get somewhere else to live. It wasn’t even a request, it was an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two I had almost worn out the remote control to the tv by channel surfing. Nothing good on anyway, except a couple of cooking shows. I threw a pillow at the tv for those. I had laid down for a nap when I heard giggling in the hallway outside my door. Giggling? Okay, no more sulking. I gotta know what this is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hauled my butt out of bed. Trying to straighten the, uglier than just about anything, hospital thingy they make you wear, I made my way to the door. I peeked out. The giggling seemed to emanate from the nurses station around the corner down the hall. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it had certainly not harmed me any. Not yet anyway and you’re supposed to be quite safe in a hospital. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked behind me to make sure nobody saw my behind and skulked to the corner and peeked around it. A seriously handsome man with a bunch of flowers and a bag leaned against the counter. So that’s what the nurse on duty was giggling about. Well, heck, I would probably be giggling too. Or mumbling gibberish and acting like a fool in general. Like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to sneak around the corner without actually being noticed I stepped on the hem of the hospital gown and toppled over a nearby table sending a potted plant straight into a wall. So much for sneaking... I probably wouldn’t be a very good spy. On the other hand, maybe I would be. Nobody would ever think of clumsy me as a spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse came running to check on me of course. That was her job. She tried to help me up. No good. Legs wouldn’t keep steady. I was probably still weak from smoke inhalation. The handsome stranger had dropped both flowers and bag and come over. Suddenly I found myself dangling upside down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! What’s going on? Put me down! My butt is showing in this gown!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It looks good from my point of view” he said. “Where do you want her?” he asked the stunned nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, room 14... It is actually her you’re looking for.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? A stranger, and handsome at that, looking for me? Why? A foggy memory of dangling upside down entered my brain. Nah! This isn’t happening. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put me down on my bed and went to fetch his stuff while the nurse checked me for damages. There were none, thankfully. I would probably get a bruise or two in a couple of days, but nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back into the room, put the flowers in a vase and sat down on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, I’m Zack.” He extended his hand in greeting. “I believe I have something of yours.” He reached into the bag and hauled out my spatula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes. This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening. I had spanked a firefighter saving my life with a plastic spatula. Of all the stupid things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have something else for you. He’s a bit singed, but probably happy to see you anyway. I was looking for you in your bed first and found him. I figured he was some well-loved childhood memento you wanted to keep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled out my old, scruffy, stuffed dog from the bag. I hugged my most precious possession and realized that everything would be okay. I had my friends, I had my dog and maybe even a new man-friend if I read the sparkling blue eyes right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-7135637901947944630?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7135637901947944630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=7135637901947944630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7135637901947944630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7135637901947944630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-assignment-4-free-format.html' title='E-assignment 4 - Free format'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8555421995057900170</id><published>2008-08-20T01:56:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:17:22.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made this card about a month or so ago. It has been sitting on top of scanner waiting to be scanned in. Today I decided to send it off to friend who I thought needed it so of course I needed to scan it first to save the image. Ah well. 'nuff said. Here's the card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SKtecW-i2nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AnQqFs-IUY0/s1600-h/Scan1.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236382833045592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SKtecW-i2nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AnQqFs-IUY0/s320/Scan1.BMP" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it looks a bit crooked, but that's only me not good with scanner. I promise it was ruler straight when I made it. So I made it from light blue cardstock which I sponged with "Garden Green" from Stampin' Up (Thank you again Heather!) to make it more green. I used an ordinary kitchen sponge which I cut some holes in to make it more patterened. Second layer is from a green scrap kit I got from friend for b-day. Very nice. Thank you H for that one! Oval was white from the goodie bags Heather sent me and covering that is some light green vellum also from those goodie bags. The flower is fabric and bought in a kit along with the buttons. The tiny brad was from another kit. All from Panduro Hobby. Last but not least. The text is ordinary felt pen, the kind you buy for kids as are the "stitches" along the border since I am not allowed to use the sewing machine at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that enough info?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up will probably be from my very pink collection. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8555421995057900170?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8555421995057900170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8555421995057900170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8555421995057900170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8555421995057900170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-card.html' title='New card!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SKtecW-i2nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AnQqFs-IUY0/s72-c/Scan1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-2822372465552757232</id><published>2008-08-19T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:59:37.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often the first to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mellow, spiritual, and philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true humanitarian. You enjoy helping people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart can be too open at times. You sometimes over-extend yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love new adventures and activities. You enjoy living a full life, even if it is chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when things are quiet. You rather not think... you prefer to just do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thechocolateoracle/"&gt;The Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-2822372465552757232?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2822372465552757232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=2822372465552757232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2822372465552757232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2822372465552757232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-7177868865351080940</id><published>2008-08-16T01:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:41.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No more cookies!</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's official. I am throwing out the cookies. I can't have them at home. If there are cookies around I will eat them. I will do as Dr Phil says and create a failproof environment. No more cookies at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234896760624439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SKYW3jzc3vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nwGi313AZqs/s320/Celebration1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and let's see if this works... Yay! It did! I now know how to put pics in my blog! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a card I made a couple of months ago. I haven't scanned the latest creations yet. That I will leave to another day when it's not in the middle of the night and I have school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-7177868865351080940?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7177868865351080940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=7177868865351080940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7177868865351080940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7177868865351080940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-cookies.html' title='No more cookies!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YDnBvrjytNg/SKYW3jzc3vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nwGi313AZqs/s72-c/Celebration1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-5713603994709138175</id><published>2008-08-14T02:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:24:47.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I made the most delicious chocolate chip cookies. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I am a weightwatcher and I know it's not good eating gigantic cookies when trying to lose weight, but once in a while... And then I found this great recipe in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in newspaper online (not the same as the one mentioned above) that it was leftie day today. Yay for all us left handed people! Celebrate! There was also a poll. Do you think lefties have special talents? Heck yes! Why not? There's got to be some benefits to being a leftie. I mean, look at the world, it's made for righties. Not too long ago writing with left hand was prohibited here. You had to learn how to write with your right hand. Thankfully that was all over by the time I started my journey through the public school system. I know how to do it, but it looks like a five-year-old wrote the letters. Anyway, I had to learn how to cut with scissors with right hand. When I do my cross-stitching I am a rightie. Also crocheting and knitting are the right way. Not right as in correct, but right as in opposite left. Most likely because the people that taught me are righties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to cutting things with knife it's a bit complicated. When I cut something like a slice of bread from a loaf I hold the knife in my left hand. Everyone thinks it looks funny. Even me when I see other lefties. Probably because I'm not used to seeing it. But when I peel cucumber with a knife I hold knife in right hand and cucumber in left hand. I have to switch when slicing it though. Very strange situation indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I going with this? Ah yes, cookies! I strayed off the topic here a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe said there should be 16 cookies. I have no idea how big those people make their cookies, but I kinda like it when the cookie does not become a full meal. I thought I made gigantic cookies and I got 18 out of the batch. Next time I will make at least 32 cookies. They are huge! You know the cookies they sell in the coffee shops? The big ones? The ones that are bigger than the plate you put them on? Well, these are almost the same size. They would be if one took a rolling pin to them because my cookies are thicker than the ones bought in the cafés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good that the oven baked potatoes took a while to get ready because I would not have the space in tummy to eat them otherwise. We were supposed to eat shrimp today but the shrimp was not good. They tasted kinda funny and was all dry and crumbling. Ok, I am no experts on shrimp, but crumbling? So I followed my instincts and try to think of it in terms of "I avoided food poisoning" rather than "money down the drain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to do with the rest of the cookies? Can't eat them all myself now can I? I can just picture it, Nina bloating up like a hippo... That so ain't gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime! Z-time! Tomorrow my friends I will learn how to put pictures of my latest creations on blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-5713603994709138175?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5713603994709138175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=5713603994709138175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5713603994709138175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/5713603994709138175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/cookies.html' title='Cookies!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-419969335326675421</id><published>2008-08-09T15:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:26:42.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-assignment 3: Poetry</title><content type='html'>This was one of the harder tasks really. I am not used to write poetry at all. Especially not poetry with restraints like haikus, sonnets and such. I tried to have some fun with it. Here's my attempt at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Limerick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man from Fairfax&lt;br /&gt;He overdosed daily on cheese snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Cheez doodles are great!&lt;br /&gt;Twelve packets he ate&lt;br /&gt;And now he’s addicted to ex-lax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who does not know what ex-lax is, it's a brand of laxatives sold in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Haiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pruned to perfection&lt;br /&gt;Festive in tinsel and lights&lt;br /&gt;Soon needless, needle-less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know I have one syllable too many, but when I googled haiku poems several websites said that the poetry and the content was more important than the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Free format&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not read books,&lt;br /&gt;I experience them.&lt;br /&gt;All senses on alert&lt;br /&gt;reacting to the plot.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is focused&lt;br /&gt;on the text alone.&lt;br /&gt;Transforming it&lt;br /&gt;into a movie in my head.&lt;br /&gt;My ears are straining&lt;br /&gt;to hear the bad guys approaching.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes see landscapes&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful it almost hurts.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet taste of the hero’s last kiss&lt;br /&gt;still lingers on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers desperately cling&lt;br /&gt;to the silky mane of a galloping horse.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of death chokes me&lt;br /&gt;in the ancient catacombs.&lt;br /&gt;Within the covers of a book&lt;br /&gt;I am a hero, a warrior,&lt;br /&gt;a villain, a magician,&lt;br /&gt;a queen, a mistress...&lt;br /&gt;I fight the battles,&lt;br /&gt;I solve the mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain and the love.&lt;br /&gt;So if I’m not easy to talk to when I’m reading,&lt;br /&gt;blame not me, blame the author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-419969335326675421?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/419969335326675421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=419969335326675421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/419969335326675421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/419969335326675421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-assignment-3-poetry.html' title='E-assignment 3: Poetry'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-462414885085712330</id><published>2008-07-30T16:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:39.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jumping from one subject to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about time? How nothing seems to take the time you think it will take to accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working with computers they always said that it would take the time you thought it would take times two and then some. This could probably be applied to everyday life also. Just think about the time you think it will take to cook dinner. There is no way, no how that it will take 40 mins to cook a stew. Unless you're a professional chef that is. For us mere mortals it will take no less than at least an hour. Probably more. I look at the preparation time specified in the recipe and add about half as much to get a fair estimate. The recipe makers are optimists. It's not only them though. Just about everyone is an optimist when it comes to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now when I have a slight problem with comp. I did not think it was that big of a deal, but it turned out to be harder to fix than I thought. And take a LOT more time of course. Apparently I have to wipe entire harddrive clean (don't ask me what the proper term is in computerish) and start over again. Yeah right... If this comp doesn't work properly soon either it or I will need professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is bookshelves. Since I love bookshelves this example comes naturally to me. Assembling a bookshelf will take about three times the time specified in the instructions if you do it for the first time. Nothing will work on the first try. This is just the way it is. I have now assembled and dissembled bookshelves so much I have no need for the instructions. I know them by heart. If it took me and a friend about 45 mins the first time I do it by myself in 15 mins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing about cookbooks and recipes is that the finished dish or cake or cookie or whatever you're making never looks like the picture in the book. It just doesn't happen. I mean, I know that the food on the pic is cold (steam from hot food fogs up the lens of the camera) and styled and presented in flattering lighting. I know all this but I always get disappointed when the dish I made looks more like a bowl of dog food than the delicious meal presented in the picture. And no, the food does not look better cold. I tried that too. But it usually tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found one cookbook (with cake recipes) where the end result actually looks like the picture. I was truly amazed. Now, is that because I'm a great baker or is it because the recipe was simple enough and not styled up so much in the picture? In lack of evidence leaning one way or the other I will say I'm a great baker and take it as a compliment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can trade a cake for some help with comp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina (who really thought that writing this post would take longer than it really did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-462414885085712330?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/462414885085712330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=462414885085712330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/462414885085712330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/462414885085712330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8374767272788831339</id><published>2008-07-29T02:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:51:43.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend gave me this wonderful tool called freewriting. Thanks Heather! I got an e-mail about writing. It's a very good thing having friends who write who can give tips and hints on what to do and how to do it when writing gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble getting my short story for class completed on time (yes, second draft was handed in on time, just ask teacher). It felt like butting heads with a brick wall. You can't possibly win a head butting match with a brick wall unless you're a wrecking ball, so I figured I would try something I read in an e-mail about. Freewriting. I had tried it once before in another writing class but it didn't work for me back then so it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know what it is, freewriting is when you start with a blank document in Word or whatever your pet word processing program might be or even a blank paper if you want to write by hand, but it seems a bit of a waste of paper to do it that way. One wants to be environmentally friendly and all that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting off the track here. Please don't do that to me. I have a hard time getting on the track from the start as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take that blank document or paper and just write anything on it. You can write "I don't know what to write" like 20 times if you like but keep writing! It's the feeling of fingers moving across keyboard, stroking keys or pen rasping across paper forming words that tricks the brain into action. That is my theory and I'm sticking to it. It works!! Lo and behold! It works! I had no idea how to deal with a short story halfway written. By the end of the freewriting I had filled two pages with text. None of it of much use to me, but it was there. I had written it. I had proved that I could write. I could even spell! And it only took about five or ten minutes. I learned several things during those minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to write.&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;I do know a thing or two about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to assemble very long sentences that might or might not make sense in the end. (no news there...)&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to make proper paragraphs (still haven't learned that Heather despite years of... um... reminding... :) )&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least... I learned that if I put the main storyline or plot into a list I do know where it will end and how to get there. The rest is just stuffing. Important stuffing, but still stuffing. Oh and that's where voice comes in. But that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I printed it with my last nine pages of paper, which reminds me that I have to go buy more paper for printer tomorrow, but I managed to forget it at home when it was due. Oh well, I guess I can't be perfect every day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will end with this question. Why isn't freewriting taught in every writing class? In every school? At every level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta For Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8374767272788831339?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8374767272788831339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8374767272788831339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8374767272788831339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8374767272788831339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/07/freewriting.html' title='Freewriting'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-798936331044108517</id><published>2008-07-26T17:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:52:15.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-assignment 2 - Dialogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had so much fun creating these dialogues. I hope you will enjoy reading them. I look forward to any and all comments. /Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Two office workers who know but dislike each other are trapped in a lift/an elevator with a sales representative who they've never met before but who they're both immediately attracted to. Help is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office worker 1: (to sales rep) Hi there! I don’t think we have met before. My name is...&lt;br /&gt;Office worker 2: (interrupts) You really think she will care what your name is?&lt;br /&gt;OW1: (annoyed) Was I talking to you? Do I look like I want to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;Sales rep: Guys... I am...&lt;br /&gt;OW2: I am so grateful you’re not talking to me! My brain is too valuable to be contaminated by people like you.&lt;br /&gt;OW1: People like me? At least I don’t work at the mail department!&lt;br /&gt;OW2: What’s wrong with the mail department? It’s honest work it is! Be careful what you say, remember I can make your mail take the scenic route through Hwongazulu for an entire month!&lt;br /&gt;OW1: Ha! You ought to remember who’s handling your paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;OW2: Like working as a salary administrator is such an accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;OW1: It sure beats the mail department by three floors!&lt;br /&gt;OW2: If you bothered to actually do some math you’d see that I make more money than you.&lt;br /&gt;OW1: And what do you spend them on? A fancy European car! You can’t even be bothered to buy an American car, can you? Un-American is what you are!&lt;br /&gt;OW2: (happy that the subject of cars came up) Hey! Leave my Mercedes out of this.&lt;br /&gt;OW2 to sales rep: Did I tell you I have a Mercedes? A very reliable German car...&lt;br /&gt;OW1: A car that will pollute the environment! I drive a Ford Flexifuel. Etanol is the future!&lt;br /&gt;OW2: Didn’t you know? Scientists now say that etanol will pollute the environment more than gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;OW1 (defeated in the car department tries a new angle): So... I haven’t seen you in the gym lately. Getting lazy are we? (pokes OW2 in the gut). I benchpress 225 lbs, how much do you?&lt;br /&gt;OW2: (slightly jealous of that amount tries a new tactic) I haven’t had time to go to the gym since I have been renovating my house and brushed up my Shakespeare in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;OW1: Shakespeare eh? Well, I read him ages ago. I moved on to heavier works.&lt;br /&gt;OW2: And what could that possibly be? The TV-guide?&lt;br /&gt;OW1: Machiavelli, Homer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator starts to move again. Sales rep sighs a breath of relief when her phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi honey! I’m fine. I’ve been stuck in an elevator for 45 minutes with Superman and Spiderman. Could you pick up the Batmobile from the garage and get Batboy from day care while I meet Batgirl? I promised her a girls’ night out, you know, shopping, dinner and a movie. I suspect we’ll catch a chick flick of some sort. (sales rep glances at the now defeated office workers and decides to gloat a little) Oh and honey? Remember our date later... when the kids are asleep. You and me in the batcave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Scenario: At the North Pole in Santa’s house. Santa wants to revise the travel plans for Christmas with head-reindeer Rudolph. Mrs Claus knows that Rudolph is on a hot date with lady reindeer, Vixen, and wishes that Santa does not know about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (somewhat annoyed) Where is Rudolph? He’s late for our meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (evasive) I... I don’t know dear. Would you look at that! Your nice red coat is all wrinkly. I will have to iron it.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: He knows the meeting was tonight. We need to finalize the plans for Christmas. I have figured out a new route! Maybe I should give him a call.Where did I put my glasses? I can never see the numbers on these tiny new cell phones. Soon I will need a magnifying glass just to make a simple phone call!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (stalling)They probably are right where you left them dear. Have you seen your good boots?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (confused by change of subject) What about them?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: Well, have you polished them? Are they ready for Christmas? I will not have you running all over the world in dirty boots! What will people think of us?!&lt;br /&gt;Santa: I don’t think anyone notices my boots dear. All they’re interested in are presents.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: I care!&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (even more confused) Why do you care about my boots?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (exasperated by hubby’s ignorance of fashion statements) Because all the elves’ wifes will laugh at me if I let you go out in dirty boots. Now go polish them.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (losing patience) I do not have time for this! I have a meeting with Rudolph. Where is he?! Do you think anything has happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (still stalling Santa) Drats! Now I burned my finger on the iron. Could you get me some ice?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (fetching ice) Are you avoiding my question?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (desperatly improvising) Um... well... your belt!! Where is it? I know it was a tad short last year, have you gotten a new one yet?&lt;br /&gt;Santa: You do know where Rudolph is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rudolph tumbles through the door, leaving snowy hoofprints all over Mrs Claus squeaky clean wooden floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (relieved) Ah Rudolph! There you are! Welcome! Have you thought about the new plans?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: (trying to save the situation) But let the poor reindeer take a breath and sit down before you pelt him with questions dear. It is so good to see you Rudolph. Is everything allright? Your nose is rather... bright tonight. Would you like something to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (out of breath like he has been running) I am so sorry I am late Santa. It was not my intention. And yes, I really would like something to drink Mrs Claus.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: So what kept you? Emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (not knowing what to tell Santa) Would you look at the mess I dragged in! Please, Mrs Claus, let me help you clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Claus: You’re such a nice reindeer Rudolph! I’ll get you a mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs Claus leaves room to get a mop to clean up the now melted snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (notices for the first time) Is that tinsel I see in you antlers?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (squirming) Um...Santa? There is something I have to tell you... I know it is bad timing and all but Vixen and me... we’re... um... friends.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: Well, yes. More than friends really. We’ve been seeing each other in secret for a couple of months now. Hence the tinsel. We were on a date.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (amused) Really?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (anxious) This will of course not affect our work schedule. I will lead and light the way and Vixen will be paired with Prancer as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (rubs his hands with glee) This was joyous knews indeed! I knew there was something fishy going on. I thought you might be in trouble or something. You’re never late for a meeting and Mrs Claus even burned her finger on the iron! Probably on purpose at that. She never burns her finger. She knew, didn’t she? And of course this will not affect our schedule. Dancer and Prancer manage to work well together don’t they?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (relieved at Santa’s blessing) Yes, I came to her for advice what to do about my feelings for Vixen. Mrs Claus is very good at this.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (beaming with pride) I know, she’s been playing matchmaker for the elves for several centuries now and the divorce rate is almost non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (suddenly apprehensive) Eh... right...&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (mockingly stern)You are planning on making an honest reindeer of Vixen right?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: Um...&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (excited) I will perform the ceremony myself and give a speech!&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph: (getting a bad feeling) About the plans for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Santa: (getting more excited about the prospect of a Christmas wedding) Ah the plans, well we have new, more important plans to make now! We’ll take the same route as last year, it worked didn’t it? Now, would you like to have the reception here or in the great hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Scenario: For me to know and you to guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Hey let’s go in here! They have these new cool jeans I saw on tv. You know, the ones Britney is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Cool! I want those!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Like you’re ever going to look like Britney.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Like yuck! Who would want to look like her? She is so out.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: At least she gets headlines. And those jeans are hot.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: (giggles) Speaking of hot... look who’s over there...&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Quick! In here!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Ouch! You hurt my arm!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: It’s Alex! He can’t see us here! I look like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin: Nah, you look good.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Yeah. Go talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: (giggles) I can’t do that!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Why not? Sooner or later you need to talk to him you know.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: But I want him to hit on me. You know, take the initiative. I want to know if he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: All you gotta do is ask.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Hey! Take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: You can’t go in something like that! You’ll look like a nun.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Hmm maybe you’re right. I need something with a tad higher slut-factor.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: (applies lip gloss) Not too much though. You don’t want Mark to think you’re easy.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: (looks around) Where did Abby disappear to?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Still here. That b**ch Michelle talked to Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: (shows picture she took with cell phone camera of Michelle and Alex talking)&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna rip her ogling eyes out! Look here!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Oh my god! What is she wearing?!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: You gotta be kidding me! Wearing something like that? She looks like she came straight from the funny farm!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: I know! And still she managed to talk to him! What am I doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: (arches eyebrow) Hiding maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: (wails) I am not pretty enough! And he is attracted to ugly girls! I have no reason to live anymore. (crumbles onto floor sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Hey, come on. There’s gotta be something in here you can impress him with on Sat. Let’s go find the perfect outfit for you.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Yeah, let’s go wear that VISA-card out!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Speaking of VISA-cards... In home economics Mrs Baker said we needed to make a budget for a month. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Yeah right... Like that would ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Teachers are so lame. Except for Mr Hackberry. He’s nice. And cute.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: You got the hots for the math teacher? He’s like a gazillion years old!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Nah only like 30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: That’s gross!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: (blushes) I just think he’s cute! That’s all!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: What about Sean then? He’s been ogling you for like a month now! You think he’s coming to the party on Saturday? Oh look! I found the perfect dress!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: That is so cool! I want one of those!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: I saw it first! You can’t wear the same outfit as me! That’s so kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: How about you flip a coin for it? Or get different colors?&lt;br /&gt;Abby + Caitlin in unison: Deal!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: All we have to do now is find something for Jenny to wear. Oh and shoes of course. Can't get a dress without matching shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-798936331044108517?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/798936331044108517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=798936331044108517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/798936331044108517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/798936331044108517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-assignment-2-dialogues.html' title='E-assignment 2 - Dialogues'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-7402802624134858209</id><published>2008-07-06T00:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:15:52.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay! It is my birthday! Or rather, it was, it ended half an hour ago. Well, some parts of the world still have hours left on the day so I'll just keep celebrating until I fall soundly asleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a nice day today. I woke up, went to store to pick up puréed carrots in the baby food isle. No, I do not have a baby. Yet. I do however have a recipe for carrot cake that requires puréed carrots so I had to get some baby food. I did not know that the baby food jars are so small. I had to buy two of them. Good thing they're not that expensive. At least not to me since I do not buy them every day. I guess that parents to small children might think they are a tad heavily priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made carrot cake. It was good. I will save that recipe for another day. Did you know that if you don't eat something for a long time it will taste that much better when you know you're getting a limited amount of it? It's true! Imagine you're eating chocolate every day. After a couple of days it is not as good as it was the first day, but if you're restricting your intake of chocolate the amount you do eat will taste better than if you ate it every day with not limitations. Oh and I know, lots of fancy words there. Sorry. It was scientist-Nina who came out to play with vocabulary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got seriously cool stuff from Mom. Five books, an iron pot to make casseroles in and some way cool craft stuff. A corner punch and a border punch. Now I can make fancy corners and borders on my cards. Yay! Now, if watching too much tv makes your eyes square, what does too much reading do to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone needs me I will be in one of my new books with a "do not disturb"-toe tag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza for dinner and more carrot cake for dessert. I think I used up all the WW-points I have for an entire month. Ah well, I only have b-day once a year. I'll make it up to body next week. Lots of spinach and broccoli. Broccoli is a very nice veggie. I like it and it is very healthy. Lots of vitamins and anti-oxidants and whatnots that are good for body.  I do like spinach also. It makes me strong like Popeye. I read it somewhere. It is scientifically proved that it will increase the... uh...something in the muscles making body stronger. Not certain what amount it will take to make body stronger though so it is best to eat lots of spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah back to writing short story and reading all my books. Does excessive reading count as a valid excuse for not having a first draft finished on Thursday? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&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/6591664846644217317-7402802624134858209?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7402802624134858209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=7402802624134858209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7402802624134858209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7402802624134858209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-215220898333820216</id><published>2008-07-02T22:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:16:34.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends, you all know how I feel about stupidity of any kind. It has to be fought high and low and in any way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week it was a particular stupidity that stood out from the crowd of ordinary stupidities I come across every day. It was a woman (or so I think considering it was in a women's magazine and the letter was signed "hostess") who figured that "it is impossible to invite someone for something to eat now when I have to consider allergies and other dietary preferences (vegans, weightwatchers, vegetarians and so on)". And lo and behold, her guests had the audacity to tell her what they did or did not prefer to eat. The horror!! Idiotic, intolerant idiocy! That is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with you woman!? Of course they need to tell you!! People can die from eating the wrong food stupid! I know! I have been there! I do know how it feels like to not be able to draw a proper breath. Apparently this woman hasn't. Sigh. I am truly grateful that I never had a dinner invitation from this woman. It will be very empty around her table if she kills off all her guests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not speak for vegans, vegetarians or people with dietary preferences out of religious beliefs, but I can tell you as a weightwatcher that when I dine with friends, at their homes, I am not that picky. I am blessed with friends who think my welfare is important hand have the good manners to ask me if there is something I can't eat or something that I simply want to avoid at this time. Most are curious about the program and want to learn more. I am not on a strict diet of any sort, I am weightwatching and eating healthy is not going to kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, isn't that the very purpose of inviting friends over for dinner? To make guests feel welcome and taken care of so that everyone has a good time? Besides, it isn't that hard to cook for a weightwatcher or a muslim or a vegan. It just requires a bit of thinking. Perhaps that is the problem for this woman, lack of brains. Of all the stupid things I have heard and read this week, this was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting off that soapbox now before I rant and rave myself to a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-215220898333820216?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/215220898333820216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=215220898333820216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/215220898333820216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/215220898333820216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupidity-of-week.html' title='Stupidity of the Week'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4309200327562440708</id><published>2008-06-23T18:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:14:52.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I do not aspire to be a poet or anything but I had been writing a whole day so I wasn't surprised when inspiration hit me. Now I will inflict my most recent collection of words upon you my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The strong verbs dash headlong into sentences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weak verbs hobble along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;propped up by the adverbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The colourful adjectives display their superlatives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like peacocks prance around showing off their feathers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reliable nouns keep everything in order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The prepositions know where everyone is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The conjunctions mediate between arrogant main clauses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and submissive dependent clauses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all work together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to tell my story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4309200327562440708?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4309200327562440708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4309200327562440708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4309200327562440708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4309200327562440708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/06/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4693452420135719464</id><published>2008-06-21T22:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:15:51.453+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>1st Assignment Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“How do you fit in a full-grown race horse into a normal-sized car?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 153 students woke up to listen to my reply. A needle dropped on the floor would generate a magnificient boom. Being a professor in physics isn’t easy when questions like this arise. Every semester there is a student living in the delusion that he is the next Jerry Seinfeld. Everyone expected a lecture on time-space warps and other dimensions. Ah well... here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, fitting a full-grown race horse into a normal-sized car is not as a gargantuan task as it might appear at first glance. There are a couple of things to consider before you try to stuff the poor animal into your vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“First and foremost you have to make sure that the horse in question is a fully emancipated horse, or that the horse has a completely filled out form of consent from its owner. This is crucial if you do not wish to be apprehended by the police for theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before you seat the beast into your car it is necessary to check that the elephants in the back seat use the seat belts. Seat belts are mandatory and will protect you and the horse if the elephants would panic due to a mouse on the run from the sooty boa constrictor, currently wrapped around the exhaust pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, if you have successfully seated the horse in the car and checked everyones seat belt you’re almost ready to go. The last thing you have to check is the giraffe in the trunk. The usually mellow giraffes tend to become cranky if they get a crick in the neck from lack of stretching space. The best way to accomodate a giraffe in the trunk is to saw a hole through the lid of the trunk for it to stick its head up. This will make your car look somewhat similar to a submarine with a giraffe’s neck and head for a periscope. It looks ridiculous, but it will save you from cranky giraffes which makes it worth the damage to your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did that answer your question?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at the gaping students. Another semester, another bunch of students thinking that the professor had lost her mind. Maybe they were right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the lecture I gathered up my notes as the janitor, who had heard the joke many times, swept the floor. I realized that there was only one sane person in this room and it wasn’t me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4693452420135719464?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4693452420135719464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4693452420135719464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4693452420135719464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4693452420135719464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-assignment-creative-writing.html' title='1st Assignment Creative Writing'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4433102120753048163</id><published>2008-06-09T23:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:59:00.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An interesting thing happened a couple of weeks ago. The student office had spring cleaning I guess and gave away books for free. Now, anyone who knows me can guess my reaction. It was like Yay!! Gimme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the books and other texts that were given away were textbooks and university booklets and essays and such, but some were romance novels. I was fascinated. What can romance novels possibly have been doing at a university? Then it hit me. Maybe romance novels aren't as put down as I think they are. Or someone put private books on that table as well as uni property. They were old novels. I swiped four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like to read romance novels. I am very aware that they do not in any way reflect the real world. But then again, I like to read fantasy novels and sci-fi also. They don't reflect the real world either. They are however not as frowned upon as romance novels. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a couple of authors of romance novels. They are highly educated, skilled women who works hard to write their novels. It is not easy to write a romance novel. Everyone who thinks so is very welcome to try. Besides being hard to write, they are even harder to sell. As any manuscript is since there are so many trying. Only a few do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that the romance novels lose quite a lot in translation. They're better in English. Too bad they're not available here. Very good thing to have American friends sending books and stuff once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, romance novels are just as good as any other genre. Just because they aren't sold in any bookstores doesn't mean they're not litterature. And just because they're not hardcover doesn't mean they're not books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to apologize for reading romance novels, nor will I apologize for reading fantasy or sci-fi. I will not apologize for reading Shakespeare, Doyle or Foucault. That is for certain. I read whatever I want. I am a highly educated woman. I am neither stupid or uneducated. I still will read romance novels. Mainly because I like them. Just like in fantasy and sci-fi. It's a matter of taste, not class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of friend Heather: With reading decreasing more and more one should applaud every effort to read there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my two Euros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4433102120753048163?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4433102120753048163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4433102120753048163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4433102120753048163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4433102120753048163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/06/reading-romance.html' title='Reading Romance'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6974955498372067603</id><published>2008-06-04T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:09:52.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay! The summer holidays have started! I've had final exam and the last corrections made to last essay handed in yesterday. Today it was warm and sunny so I decided to take the day off and engage in some of my favourite activities. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I have only two weeks of summer holidays so I'd better enjoy every minute of them. I sat in front of tv and watched some of my favourite daytime tv-shows like Rachael Ray, Oprah, Dr Phil and Ellen. Yes, I do like them and I admit I do watch them. Not every day. I don't have time to sit down every day to watch tv all day long, but sometimes I just let the tv run all day long. And please don't bother me with that old "you need to be outside when it's sunny"-garbage. No I do NOT need to be outside, in fact, I could stay indoors all summer long if it suits me. I'll go outside when it pleases me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I was good today though. Read a bit in new course book. I did tell you I'm taking a class in the summertime too right? That's why my summer holidays are just two weeks. Next class starts in mid-June. So I started to read Edith Wharton's "The Age of Innocense". So far it is a very good novel. And cheap. Lord knows all books bought for uni studies are outrageously expensive but this one wasn't. I was thrilled! I love books! I would love to live in a library! Don't get me started on that subject...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Anyway, so far I like the novel. The language itself is enough to keep me reading. You know me, grammar geek no 1. It's almost poetry. Very fitting for the setting of the novel. It was just like "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon that we read in another class. The language itself is such a crucial part of the story. I guess most people doesn't realize this. I know I didn't pay any attention to this before taking my classes in English. Now I will pay more attention to it when writing my own. I've talked to a lot of talented authors and a lot of people in the writing community and the single most important piece of advice they give is to find my own voice and style of writing. However, the voice of the author cannot override the voice of the story. It would be seriouly strange if one of, let's say, Jane Austen's characters would suddenly say "yo dude!" right? Or if a rap star suddenly thee-d and thou-d everyone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So that is what I learned today. And what the word "accrued" means. Thanks Pet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I did realize something too. I'm very fond of the word "however" suddenly. Please don't be annoyed with me. It's just a phase.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6974955498372067603?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6974955498372067603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6974955498372067603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6974955498372067603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6974955498372067603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-holidays.html' title='Summer holidays'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3806484911162149208</id><published>2008-05-30T01:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:27:15.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm the ultimate grammar geek. I realized that a couple of years ago when I couldn't stand the typos in one of my favourite novels anymore and started to correct them. I very rarely write in books. That is a hideous crime and should be harshly punished! You don't destroy books in that manner! Ok, must breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being a collector of words I was delighted when friend Heather published a list of words I didn't know on her blog today. Yay! I learned something new. My desire for knowledge was satisfied for today. Tomorrow, well that is a whole other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered the wonder of words quite early in life. Do you remember when you first started to read by yourself? At first it was slow and the more pictures there were in the book, the better it was. And then you realized you were reading silently to yourself in a book with little or no pictures at all. And suddenly, there was this amazing insight. It is fun to read! There are millions of books out there just waiting for me to read! What an amazing feeling that was. I realized then I would never be alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you imagine what kind of self restraint was needed for me not to buy a book when I realized one of the stores in town had a booksale on paperbacks. More than 50% off. That took some serious talking to self. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want one of them!! I want this one and this one and this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't have any books today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? Look! There's another one! And they're cheap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I just bought train tickets and can't afford to buy books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But... I want books!!!" (this is where inner self threw itself on the floor and had a temper tantrum so better self had to carry it out of the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the same thing happened at the craft store. Guess if inner self sulked... All the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every second of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3806484911162149208?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3806484911162149208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3806484911162149208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3806484911162149208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3806484911162149208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6054898943472856483</id><published>2008-05-27T01:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:09:25.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a bit tired today. I had an exam. Not a big one, a small one. It didn't take very long. I hope I passed it. I also got second draft of essay back. There are parts of it that needs changing. There are also parts I know I want to rephrase before handing in the final draft for grading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;That was it for that class basically. I started the blog as a tool for learning English in class. I'm still having fun though so I guess I'll keep it running for a little while longer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Spring semester is almost over. I have passed all the exams I have taken so far. Only one left. I can't say that I know that I will pass the last one, but there is good hope for it. During summer I am going to attend yet another English class. I know,  I simply can't get enough of English classes. :)  This one will be in creative writing. It sounds like a lot of fun. I'll have to get back to you on that one later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I watched a show on tv earlier tonight about hoarders. I think I might be a hoarder. Not of things but of information and academic merits. Just the other day a friend said that I am like a badger, always digging up information I don't need. I just love Wikipedia!! I know, it's not always reliable information, but if you're not using it for anything other than just a bit of fun or as a starting point in further studies (of more academically approved sources) then I don't see the harm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I think it might be time to go to bed before I start rambling worse...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ta ta for now!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6054898943472856483?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6054898943472856483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6054898943472856483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6054898943472856483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6054898943472856483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-day.html' title='Exam day'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-7391866601349878508</id><published>2008-05-27T01:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:06:25.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster-hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is not as bad as it sounds. I promise!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It all started when a friend bestowed a copy of Janet Evanovich's "One for the Money" on me. Anyone even remotely familiar with Ms Evanovich's novels will know who Rex is. This sparked an interest in getting a hamster for myself. However, being a student and allergic to cats and dogs and horses I didn't think a hamster would be such a great idea. I still haven't got one. I will one day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;A friend of mine recently bought a hamster. I haven't seen the little bugger yet, but I hope I will soon. This purchase inspired me to do a bit of research about hamsters. I had no idea there were that many different kinds of hamsters and there are hamsters with pedigrees also. Apparently there is a whole world out there of hamster shows and breeding I had no idea existed. Of course there are a gazillion different doohdahs you can get for your hamster. My favourite so far is a little car with a wheel inside of it. You know, like Fred Flintstone had to run to get his car moving the hamster has to run to get it's car moving. The hamster ball also looks really fun for a hamster. At least that is what friend tells me. She says her hamster has a ball in the ball (yes, that pun was intended).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Anyway, with the almost limitless options of colour, fur type, eye colour and ear colour I have to decide what kind of hamster I want before I go out and buy one. I read somewhere that it's better to buy from a certified breeder than from a pet store. I wouldn't know about this. I do know that the hamsters I found pictures of online are way cute and I want every single one of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Once I saw a charcoal grey hamster in a pet store. Very dark. Very cute. I want one of those. Black or dark grey. And with lots of fur sticking out in all directions. That's how my dream hamster would look. I have seen light colored ones that are way too cute also. Ah... when I get a job... I will have a hamster one day! And that hamster will have a little car to run around in!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-7391866601349878508?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7391866601349878508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=7391866601349878508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7391866601349878508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7391866601349878508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/hamster-hunting.html' title='Hamster-hunting'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4377043212915144974</id><published>2008-05-19T23:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:27:35.629+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>Bling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I figured I could look for a necklace to wish for my b-day (which is coming up in about a month and a half for anyone interested...). I made the mistake of googling "jewelry". I had no idea there were that many online shops selling jewelery of all kinds and prices. This is big business indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This jewelery-googling made me think about what we use the Internet for. We have Facebook and MySpace to look for old friends and new acquaintances. We have online shops and even stores selling just about everything you can imagine if you have the dough to pay for shipping. We have online matchmaking sites to hook you up with Mr Right/Mrs Right or whatever you are looking for. We have games with thousands of players so you can live the life of your choice online. There's even a game named "Second Life" which probably isn't percieved as a game for those who use it, but it certainly isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we will use the Internet more and more in our daily lives. When the Internet was first constructed it was for the explicit purpose of exchanging scientific information. Nobody could even try to predict that in 2008 one can order food online from ones grocery store. So this is my prediction. In the next five years the Internet will expand to encompass more and more people in the third world. There will be more and more business online and less actual stores. People will get used to the idea of not actually touching the item for sale before purchasing it. In the next ten or so years we will have evolved the Internet to become a global community where our avatars wander digital streets, go into digital shops, paying bills online and have coffee with our friends' avatars. There will be voice activated and eye movement will determine what we see from which angle. People will not have to go to the office to conduct work. Everything is digital and accessible from any computer around the world. All business meetings will take place online. We have gloves and goggles and headphones on to see, hear and interact with our digital surroundings. The digital world is percieved as to be real in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 years we will have abandoned computers altogether. Since we have ruined the earth so much we will have to work hard to even get anything to eat so nobody will have time to sit in front of comps. Or we will have become fat, lazy people only living online not in the real world. I have no idea really, but the simple truth is that we are heading for a major disaster if we don't do anything very very fast to save the earth. Perhaps it is already too late to do anything. Maybe we're already doomed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;All this because of a googled necklace...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4377043212915144974?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4377043212915144974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4377043212915144974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4377043212915144974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4377043212915144974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/bling.html' title='Bling!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-1466586959459038708</id><published>2008-05-07T13:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:51:40.380+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend (Heather) published a list of pet peeves. Very interesting reading indeed. Some I agree with, some I don't. Probably because I've never had encountered that problem. Anyway, this reminded me of a refrigerator magnet I saw in a shop the other day. It read something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's open, close it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's on the floor, pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;If it's dirty, clean it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's hungry, feed it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's sad, hug it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was really good. I have to go buy that magnet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been a post in a while now. That's because I've had difficulties with internet connection from home and on top of that I have no less than three essays to write due on Monday. I'd better get started right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers would be one of my pet peeves. Why can't a computer just work properly the first time around? And why can't the manual be at least something one can understand? No... Why should it? I figured it was close to a miracle when I got connection up and running on the second try with just one phone call to the supportteam. But then it failed again. Miserably. Phone again to supportteam. Nope, you've got too old whatever doohdahs it was. They knew how to fix it, but wouldn't tell me because it wasn't in their job description... *sigh* Ok, phone friend. This saint of a friend actually talked me through how to fix it. And now it works! Yay! And it wasn't because of old doohdahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-1466586959459038708?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1466586959459038708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=1466586959459038708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1466586959459038708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/1466586959459038708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-7610431946777551099</id><published>2008-04-21T15:34:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:50:55.540+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Being an artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a beautiful spring day here. The sun is shining and there's not cloud in sight. The temperature's been on the rise several days and reaches new high points every day. This is nice. If you're not allergic to pollen that is. Otherwise it's not that fun. If you live in an area where there's still snow it's not fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to friend on phone yesterday. She's a very artistic lady. I wish I could express myeslf that way. In poems and pictures and such. My friend writes poems I want to frame and hang on the wall. Beautiful stuff. I've tried writing poems. It didn't work out that well. They were just so trivial and not very interesting to read at all. I've tried painting too, but that was just a disaster. I have a picture in my head I want to paint or draw, but it never comes out they way I want it to. This makes me very upset and usually I heave the whole thing away. I think I'll stick to making cards. Those turn out at least almost as I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should stick to reading instead. I'm pretty good at reading by now, having done it since I was like six years old. I've always been an avid reader. When they asked in class what we thought of when thinking of the word "library" I just had to say "Heaven" since I love books and I love libraries. That got a laugh out of the class. But I truly wish I had a library. Imagine a whole room full of books to read. New adventures to be part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I printed out some of the card challenges on Split Coast Stampers (see link) where they challenge you to make a card of a particular design. You have to put the card elements in a particular order or use squares or circles. Fascinating! I tried making one such card. It turned out better than I thought. I got many new ideas. However, I'm a bit picky about what I do since cardstock is way expensive and I really want everything to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I really got to go. I have two essays to write for next week and keywords to write and cards to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-7610431946777551099?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7610431946777551099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=7610431946777551099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7610431946777551099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/7610431946777551099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-artist.html' title='Being an artist'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8248864089157498199</id><published>2008-04-18T15:39:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:33:20.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>Assignment 2 - Problem solving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs should be banned from the city&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has arrived and with the melting of the snow we discover all the sins committed during the winter. There is dog poop everywhere! This is a problem. It’s not fun to get dog poop on my shoes, especially my new summer shoes. Right? So what can we do about this problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities have put up special dog poop waste bins all around the city. Obviously they’re not used for their purpose since I still have to do zig-zag dance on the sidewalks to avoid the dog leftovers. This doesn’t seem to work. I am the first to admit that most dog owners are responsible people who brings poop bags with them to pick up after their darlings, but there are plenty who does not think that far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paris they have fines for people who doesn’t pick up their dog’s excrements. Now, that would work, if there was some way to determine which poop came from which dog. We don’t have the resources to send all the dog poop left in the streets for dna-analyzing. Not with the resources of the police and prosecutors strained as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my suggestion is that no dogs should be allowed in the city centre at any time. Of course there should be exceptions for guide dogs and other working dogs (police dogs, drug dogs and so forth) and dogs who live in the city centre, but not dogs that really has no business doing their business in the city centre. We banned cars from the city centre, you’re not allowed to drive on certain streets and in others you’re not allowed to drive at night. This could be the case for dogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could argue that dogs are a natural companions of humans and therefore should be allowed everywhere. That is true. Many people have testified about their faithful canine companions. However, I seriously doubt the dogs themselves find it very amusing to go shopping. They aren’t even allowed in shops or stores or restaurants. Now, if I was a dog I’d find it very tedious sitting outside a shop, tied up with no toys to chew on for hours on end. Maybe even forgotten by my owner. I’ve seen that happening. Imagine if it was a hot summer’s day also. Being tied up, sitting on hard, hot concrete with no shadow nor water available. That is just plain cruel. This is no way to treat your faithful companion, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to enforce such a ban is to have every dog outfitted with a gps-chip. Most dogs are outfitted with chips as it is so it won’t be a major cost. Enter all dogs into a database. The Swedish Breeder’s Association has registers of all their member dogs already. Have a computer track all dogs at all times and if a dog is found on a street which is prohibited the computer makes a note of it and sends off an e-mail to the court and to the owner with a heavy fine. The fines would probably even finance the whole operation leaving no additional costs to the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs have no business in the city centre. They’re in the way, they scare people and the owners leave the dog poop on the sidewalk. No, I think it’s time to ban dogs from the city centre. Dogs should have lots of space to run and toys to chew on and freedom to sniff whatever scent they want without having to fear dehydration, sun or broken glass in their paws. For me, the advantage would be no dog poop on my new summer shoes. It’s a win-win situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8248864089157498199?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8248864089157498199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8248864089157498199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8248864089157498199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8248864089157498199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/assignment-2.html' title='Assignment 2 - Problem solving'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-9167069708352345885</id><published>2008-04-16T14:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:33:09.050+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've made a mistake. I went to SplitCoastStampers to get some inspiration for making cards. Now my head hurts from way too many ideas forming in brain at the same time. Very much like when I go to craft store to look around to see what's new. Not a good idea if I don't have any money to buy stuff with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to print out some sketch suggestions since I seem to lack the inspiration how to place my decor on the cards. Did that make any sort of sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also royally annoyed with the country and the city I'm living in. We do not have all the great craft stuff the Americans have. We have what you might call a limited supply. Take wheels for example. There are no stamping wheels in the store! And the ink pads! They're hardly bigger than a postage stamp!! In fact, I've seen postage stamps bigger than my inkpads. I've got two now at least. One black and one red. I'm in the beginning of my stamping career so I don't own that much yet. And wouldn't you know, I found a really neat set of clear stamps in a magazine (thank you H!) with a jungle theme (yes, there is a giraffe in the set). Now, if I understand correctly I have to mount those stamps on an acrylic block of some sort before setting out to stamp. I did some checking and realized it was cheaper to order a whole set of different acrylic blocks from the same place that had the stamps than to go to craft store and buy a single block. Shipping was included in that tally. Isn't that interesting? Shows how the prices are ridiculous here when it's cheaper to buy a whole set from halfway around the world and ship it here than buying a single block (of the wrong size of course since the biggest one is too small and in this case, size matters) in the store down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go check out the special paper craft shop that's supposed to be somewhere outside the city. Maybe they'll have more reasonable prices. I doubt it, but one can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home! Cardmaking! Oh and thinking of assignment 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-9167069708352345885?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/9167069708352345885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=9167069708352345885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/9167069708352345885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/9167069708352345885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-8385142516063460584</id><published>2008-04-12T14:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:33:20.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>Why are top lists so popular?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who has never compiled a top ten or a top five list of something? I think just about everyone has made a list or two in their lifetime. Why do we do this? And why do we feel the need to post them online? Here’s my top three list of why we make lists and post them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The top three list of why we make lists and post them online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;We want to organize our minds.&lt;/em&gt; The world of today and the foreseeable future isn’t likely to become any less filled with information than it already is. The human brain isn’t equipped to deal with those kinds of information avalanches that sweeps through our world on a daily bases. We need to clear our heads and focus and bring some order to the chaos we perceive the world to be. This is an easy way of dealing with vast quantities of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;We want to belong to a group.&lt;/em&gt; I keep getting back to my friend Maslow and his ladder of human needs. The need to belong to a group is very very powerful in humans and therefore we want to make sure that our priorities are the same, alas, we compare our lists. If your list is similar to my list we are alike and could belong to the same group of people with similar taste in music, film, how to raise kids, balloon colours or whatever tickles our imagination that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;We simply cannot concentrate that long anymore.&lt;/em&gt; It’s not our fault we have the attention span of goldfish (the famous three seconds) so we put all the important things into lists and small chunks of information because nobody has the attention stamina to read through large bodies of text. Anyone, other than me, ever started to read a story in a magazine just to stop and look for a bullet list or something to capture the gist of the story to see if it’s worth digging through? The fear of missing something important by focusing on something else rears it’s ugly head and snaps it’s fangs at us and instead of whacking it over the head with yesterday’s rolled up paper we run faster from it and try to multi-task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be fun compiling lists of different kinds too. You have to think a bit before putting the list on paper and then of course a bit more before posting it online because someone else is always going to question the order of the list and say you’re wrong because you never mentioned this or that and then you have found a new friend to argue the finer points in balloon colours or heavy metal drum solos with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-8385142516063460584?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8385142516063460584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=8385142516063460584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8385142516063460584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/8385142516063460584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-are-top-lists-so-popular.html' title='Why are top lists so popular?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4051985940298844768</id><published>2008-04-12T14:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:24:12.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few days with ridiculously high fever and sniffles and cough and all those niceties I'm back in business. I'm weak in body, but not in mind and I've sharpened my typing talons to the max to deliver my two cents on why people make top lists. Or rather, why we make so many of them. Hang on to your keyboards my friends because now we're taking off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4051985940298844768?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4051985940298844768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4051985940298844768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4051985940298844768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4051985940298844768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-3740829121301071033</id><published>2008-04-03T19:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:27:51.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about the first assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Session no 2 with the Academic Writing class is finished. I've got to think about this a bit before I put my thoughts on the screen. My main problem right now is that I tend to be a bit wordy and long-winded. Do tell me if I'm wrong on that account... Lord knows I had a difficult time trying to keep that Harry Potter-essay below 400 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found a new feature that I did not know existed. I can make all the lines the same length. I thought that was just a ms word thing. Or just me for that matter. I like my words in straight lines of equal length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you've been forewarned. I am a wordy person and will write long posts and hopefully long comments too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus! Home! Crafts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-3740829121301071033?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3740829121301071033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=3740829121301071033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3740829121301071033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/3740829121301071033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking-about-first-assignment.html' title='Thinking about the first assignment'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-6897614067559209988</id><published>2008-04-03T15:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:24:37.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A few hours to kill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...before class. It's Thursday and I'm at uni again. No internet connection from home really sucks sometimes. Although I did get to talk to a lot of people at the job fair at uni. That was fun. Me and friend J went to fair together. There were a lot of people there. In some areas you almost couldn't walk because there were so many people. The only complaint I had was that it was warm, but then again, the sun was shining. It's a beautiful spring day here in Karlstad so I won't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening there was a vip happening in the new mall here. I got an invitation and decided to go. It was so much fun! There was a band playing too. They were quite good. They also had three snack "stations" where one could get snacks and beverages and all the stores and shops had special discounts. I got some new stamps. One set of letter stamps. All of the alphanumerical characters. I also got a new ink pad. A red one. I only had a black one before but this new red one is also good for stamping on fabric. Way cool indeed! Now I'm going to make a cover for paperback books if I find a fabric I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now however I'm going to sit here and do some reading. Next novel up for Eng1 class is "Another World" by Pat Barker. I'll tell you all about it when I'm done (and when everyone else is done too). Since I love books and to read (see list) I'll be commenting on the books I'm reading at the moment. It should be fun. At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't make it home to see CSI the other day. I had too much fun trying to get this blog up and running. Oh well, I'll catch the re-run instead. I've never regretted missing a tv-show when doing something fun as of yet. (hmm... is that sentence ok? It looks funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-6897614067559209988?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6897614067559209988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=6897614067559209988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6897614067559209988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/6897614067559209988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-hours-to-kill.html' title='A few hours to kill...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-4217727107487418024</id><published>2008-04-01T13:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:25:05.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No assignments yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No assignments for this class no, but that doesn't mean I'm just sitting around crocheting (which I also do, but not solely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've spent the morning all the way to lunch analyzing three short stories and a novel. That was fun. I like analyzing texts and trying to figure out layers of meaning that are hidden in the text if you just read it straight through. We analyzed a really interesting short story by Kazuo Ishiguro called "A Family Supper". About a son that comes home to Tokyo after living in California for several years and reunites with his father and sister over supper. Very interesting indeed. I have to wonder if they all survived the night after the meal since I suspect they all ate fugu fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugu fish is very very poisonous. The poison is stored in a glands and even the tiniest amount of the colorless and odourless poison will result in an agonizing death within hours. The fish is apparently very popular in Japanese restaurants. I didn't know that many Japanese people were suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several hints that the family won't survive the meal. The father's failure in business, his admiration of his partner in the business as a man of principle who killed his entire family and then committed suicide, and his pride in having pure samurai blood in his veins. Of course there are other things that suggests that they do survive. They plan for the future for example. The story ends with the family having a cup of tea so we'll never know. I still vote for them not surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting about this short story I think is the references it makes to empty rooms. In the house where the father lives there are several dark and empty rooms and the son, coming from America, said that he only left some empty rooms behind there. My interpretation is that the empty rooms are symbols for what is lacking in their lives. Things like love, joy, a wife/girlfriend, career... Those kinds of things. A full room = success, an empty room= failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the short stories were Toni Morrison's "Recitatif" (Confirmation). In this text there are one white girl and one black girl becoming friends when they're young and then they meet later in life in different circumstances. The discussion here focused mainly on who was who. Was Twyla white or black? Was Roberta white or black? There is no hint whatsoever in the entire text which is which really. That's interesting because most of class ended up thinking Twyla was the black girl and Roberta was the white one while I thought the other way ar0und. Although considering that Toni Morrison is an african-american author it's easy to assume that the narrator, Twyla, is the black girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about the most interesting thing I have to say today. Thank you to cousin for having lunch with me and thank you to friend for completing the task I put on her. Last but not least, thank you to Heather for leaving comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-4217727107487418024?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4217727107487418024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=4217727107487418024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4217727107487418024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/4217727107487418024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-assignments-yet.html' title='No assignments yet...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591664846644217317.post-2755136475175467237</id><published>2008-03-31T20:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:27:01.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>First session with the Academic English class is over. So far it's been fun and inspiring. Since I've been thinking of getting my own blog it's a perfect opportunity to actually create and maintain one for a period of time to see if this is something I'm interested in. Blogging that is, not learning English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tool for my learning English and I will be doing assignments for class but also I will ad comments on my own. You'll see what I mean in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to try to catch the bus home. I mean, CSI is starting in 40 minutes and I really want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591664846644217317-2755136475175467237?l=ninagrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2755136475175467237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591664846644217317&amp;postID=2755136475175467237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2755136475175467237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591664846644217317/posts/default/2755136475175467237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninagrey.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15750895169346532689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
