<?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-2905630477465347550</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:19.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recipe for Life?</title><subtitle type='html'>I old enough to know better, young enough to still wonder and not wise enough to have the answers. My job, my daughter, my friends, my world. It's not what I write, it's what I leave out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905630477465347550.post-8069764875168627895</id><published>2007-02-04T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:53:31.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive decided to to keep a food and drink diary for the next couple of weeks - if I'm honest will i feel as retched as those people on Dr Gillian McKeith's program? i want a healthier diet and i want to reduce my alcohol intake and drink more water- if i loose weight as a result - brilliant. Any suggestions as to what i can add or take from my daily consumption of delicacies would be most welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'There is no sincerer love than the love of food.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-8069764875168627895?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8069764875168627895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=8069764875168627895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/8069764875168627895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/8069764875168627895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-love-of-food.html' title='For the love of food'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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-2905630477465347550.post-6407506228463754950</id><published>2007-01-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:35:04.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodies</title><content type='html'>'A' came round for super on Saturday, i love her and love cooking for fellow 'foodies' - there is something so lovely about sitting so comfortably and making slurping noises, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; sounds and using your fingers to taste. it reminds me of when i was younger and sitting down with the family and a friend of theirs - my father had bought a vast amount of Dublin Bay prawns -  their friend attacked them with gusto, pulling of the heads and sucking out the juices in a totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rapturous&lt;/span&gt; way that left my brother and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; embarrassed giggles - but i got it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-6407506228463754950?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6407506228463754950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=6407506228463754950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/6407506228463754950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/6407506228463754950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/foodies.html' title='Foodies'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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-2905630477465347550.post-1205756828314864027</id><published>2007-01-25T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:38:04.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>i cant believe January is nearly over! i have a love hate relationship with this month. its exciting because its a new year, a fresh start - a time for reflecting on the year that has passed. However, i also find it very unsettling. i cant seem to help setting myself goals and targets due to some unseen pressure to 'do things differently or do something different this time'. along with that i find i have to fend off the that same mentality that tells you that you you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to start your diet until Monday or stop smoking until after such and such night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i think i will look for a new job - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; something i thought i would never say and mean. i love where i work and so much more than that i love the children - but it feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt; and i find myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rebelling&lt;/span&gt; against the system- it feels small - time to move on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-1205756828314864027?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1205756828314864027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=1205756828314864027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/1205756828314864027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/1205756828314864027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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-2905630477465347550.post-3540237477948459225</id><published>2007-01-03T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:22:39.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of term</title><content type='html'>i love teenagers - i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really like being one myself, low self esteem, angry at anyone in authority etc. I am envious of the way they get to role their eyes, mutter under their breathes &amp; wiggle their heads in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; way when being told off. I wish i could still do that in meetings and get away with it. i sometimes mirror my daughter when she sucomes to 'the attitude' but it always results in her looking at me in disgust and stropping off in a way which only teenagers can and leaving me feeling rather foolish at having attempted to step into her world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-3540237477948459225?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3540237477948459225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=3540237477948459225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/3540237477948459225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/3540237477948459225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-term.html' title='first day of term'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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-2905630477465347550.post-133564627626185690</id><published>2007-01-02T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:03:10.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log fires &amp; Take That</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful New Years Eve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always surprised when I do. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approach&lt;/span&gt; them with such trepidation; there always seems such pressure to have a night that surpasses any other. on reflection the best ones have always been those spent in the company of people i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know very well, this year was one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasions. For one evening in a little pub in Kettlewell&lt;/span&gt; there was, along with log fires, a Take That medley playing (favourite boyband to the landlord) an openness, warmth and a genuine wish that everyone would have a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want the evening to end or the holidays but i cant escape the first day of term any longer. I no longer have the sinking feeling i used to get in the pit of my stomach as a child and part of me cant wait to laugh with a class of thirty about how my friend bought herself the new Cliff Richard CD or refer to the Arctic Monkeys as the Chilly/Cold/Freezing Monkeys just so they can laugh at me. Its just a shame there is so much work to be done and no log fires in the staff room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-133564627626185690?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/133564627626185690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=133564627626185690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/133564627626185690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/133564627626185690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/log-fires-take-that.html' title='Log fires &amp; Take That'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</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-2905630477465347550.post-7807035260147861720</id><published>2006-12-29T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:12:20.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it begins...</title><content type='html'>How old am I that I have felt the need to start a blog? What is there that needs writing down, that should be recorded? Sometimes I think that these things are impossible to count, sometimes there is nothing that I can hold as they slip through my fingers. I am sure that some things will be specific and some will be random, but I know that I would like to try this blogging thing. I wonder if anyone will read it, or if it will just be for me. After reading blogs for a while now I know that it doesn't matter either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905630477465347550-7807035260147861720?l=runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7807035260147861720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2905630477465347550&amp;postID=7807035260147861720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/7807035260147861720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905630477465347550/posts/default/7807035260147861720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runestonesandrosaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-it-begins.html' title='Where it begins...'/><author><name>Nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17869819961895231445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
