<?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-8384194109220414850</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:31:00.798Z</updated><category term='Another day...'/><category term='`'/><title type='text'>The Life of a Green Mouse</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a Green Mouse is just that, my life...
This is a diary/blog without the use of names of the peeps featured on here, basically to stop any whining I'd have to deal with real time!
Welcome to my world, enjoy your stay...all I ask is that you don't move anything around while you're here!
Mouse x</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6800633583574362241</id><published>2010-01-17T17:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:44:30.832Z</updated><title type='text'>2010 and beyond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Another year is upon us, and this year, like most years I've made NO new year resolutions however there is a difference in this new decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I've joined twitter (Sept 09 &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/GreenMousey"&gt;http://twitter.com/GreenMousey&lt;/a&gt; ) and found some of the most inspirational people on there, ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We're trying to get #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kickcancer&lt;/span&gt; trending, so please add this to the end of tweets to raise awareness and follow @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kickcancer&lt;/span&gt; because it's a common war and we need to start really fighting back for all those that have lost their lives and for all those fighting to get rid of such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; horrific word beginning with c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I, myself, am doing Race For Life in July directly for @&lt;a title="bubblybex" href="http://twitter.com/bubblybex" hreflang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bubblybex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who actually thought that I was a star for doing it. No, I'm not the star she is, I am happy to be sprinkled with some of the stardust that she produces. Please follow her if you're on twitter and if you're not, get a twitter account and show that you care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is all leading up to the web page you can sponsor me at, please give what you can, everything goes directly to Cancer Research UK: &lt;a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/greenmousey"&gt;http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/greenmousey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now for those who prefer a more eloquent blog then please go to: &lt;a href="http://crukwalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-will-make-you-shine-in-2010.html"&gt;http://crukwalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-will-make-you-shine-in-2010.html&lt;/a&gt; which is written by a lovely lady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care of yourselves out there and until the next time this has been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6800633583574362241?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6800633583574362241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6800633583574362241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-and-beyond.html' title='2010 and beyond!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6693397438771235757</id><published>2009-10-02T16:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:23:44.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...it's been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, I finally remembered my login...well actually I finally remembered I have a blog...whoops. What with work, studying, other personal hash that is my life, well my history more specifically, I've not really updated since the trip to Anfield..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm at work currently, which has been hectic, not to mention the amount of studying I've done and still have to do before my exam on Tuesday, which I think I'm going to fail...but, having a study demon weekend should help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At least I have an old friend to meet on Wednesday, which should be good cuz I've missed them and I love them dearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right, I'm outta here for now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6693397438771235757?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6693397438771235757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6693397438771235757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/wowits-been-while.html' title='Wow...it&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8507241882615466383</id><published>2009-07-05T01:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:23:39.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never walk alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/Sk_yDr48GtI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nXeR2lE0Yw/s1600-h/DSC04509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354764627101883090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/Sk_yDr48GtI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nXeR2lE0Yw/s320/DSC04509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Especially on a trip to Anfield. Yes, the mouse and hubby went off to Liverpool to go for "The Anfield Exprience" that I, stupidly, bought hubby for his Christmas present. It wasn't that bad and it was interesting to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We met Phil Neal, the Liverpool legend...he's a seriously tactile person, it was rather funny actually, we all met in reception and were told to go up to the third floor, it was SO hot, so hubby and I took the lift, the doors opened and Phil Neal kinda lurched at us to shake our hand, most surreal moment I've had in a long time lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He was really chatty, a lil TOO chatty..and did I mention tactile? I mean we had our picture taken with him and he seriously was hugging me...kinda weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've included my fave picture of the tour, can you tell that it's not my team? heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, three days of heat stroke is enough to send the mousey completely whappy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care peoples and be good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8507241882615466383?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8507241882615466383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8507241882615466383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll never walk alone...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/Sk_yDr48GtI/AAAAAAAAACY/6nXeR2lE0Yw/s72-c/DSC04509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6329353373522381070</id><published>2009-06-17T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:36:13.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I've completed my course, did my exam yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After saying byas to hubby and setting off..I was stood, ready to get in my car, misjudged and whacked my forehead on the car....if that wasn't bad enough, I recoiled and whacked my head on the car door...so I set off with mild concussion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I eventually found my desk....after a friend shouted out where I was supposed to be sitting (I didn't know that they would have put the numbers going back instead of across! sheesh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Did the exam and then was told I couldn't leave the room for another half hour...so I just sat there not looking around the room in case I was accused of cheating rme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And! I put my mobile phone on silent...and was told that if they even heard the vibrating of a phone we'd be disqualified..so I turned off my phone...only to have, half an hour into the exam, the examiners phone go off with VERY loud music! idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't get my results until 17th August, after 6pm via email :( that's a long, long wait, infact I get two footy matches from the new season before I get my results! Like that's fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, my head still hurts from headbutting the car...twice yesterday, and I'm really tired cuz sleep isn't happening that easily and even when I do get to sleep I tend to wake up at stupid o'clock :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I'm off to get some work done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care peoples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6329353373522381070?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6329353373522381070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6329353373522381070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1159791733038851289</id><published>2009-06-10T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:35:31.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right...lets get a few things straight..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My new boss seems to have my measure now, only took him a month and a bit haha, anyways here are some of the...choice phrases he uses to describe me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* Cheeky (This refers to the fact that I'ma quite happy to tell crappy managers...that they're just that...crappy, to their faces, of course...and no, it wasn't about my boss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* I can understand the temper now I know you were red headed when born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* You really don't take any sh*t from anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* You're very blunt when you're tired, no one could accuse you of beating around the bush (When I told him and the MD to F off when they were both trying to wind me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* You're the hardest worker in this office (Not actually so much of a compliment when you think about the peeps I work with...i.e. princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* I like winding you up, you tend to bite everytime (Not literally...yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* You are never happy (This was when I was mortified at the fact I got ONE question wrong on the mock exam I did....he's clearly never heard of being a perfectionist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Heh, well life is a winding road and I hate the blind summits, cuz there is always something heading my way that I don't see coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love me for who I am, if you don't, then I won't waste my time on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Always remember, never leave it too long, promise me once, promise me twice, promise me a thousand times...and those promises lie broken on the floor. No matter what you mean to me, I won't keep putting up with the lies. Make your mind up and act on it, words meaning nothing if they're not backed up with actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm the mouse, you're not x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1159791733038851289?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1159791733038851289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1159791733038851289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/rightlets-get-few-things-straight.html' title='Right...lets get a few things straight..'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3492189753738358844</id><published>2009-06-03T14:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:12:10.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things happen when you're going round the twist..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know what really irks me? When people who think they know me tell me things about myself I know aren't true. A "friend" only sees a snippet of your life and some of them take that as being literal while ignoring the evidence that lies there in terms of refuting their theories. What's the point of arguing the point with them? If they've said it they obviously believe it so I, personally, don't see why I should put my case across, as it were. They're still gonna think they're right, I'm happy in the knowledge they're wrong, people can think what they like but it doesn't mean they're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; There may be a point in there, with what they're saying, but I don't see why I should waste what little energies I have fighting their thoughts to make them feel better. I'm made of sturner stuff and if people don't like that, then they have to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'm aware of what I am and how I deal with things, I will "stand up for myself" when I have to but I don't see the point if either I don't agree or because I see things differently, variety is the spice of life and I don't see why I should be the one to have to please others. They don't do it for me so why should I do it back? I'm me, live with it, if you don't like it you know what you can do. Accept me for ME, my thoughts, ideas and the way I see myself, if you disagree so what? That's part of life too, just because I don't shove things down your throat doesn't mean that I don't agree or disagree, I'm a different character to you and don't feel that I require to explain myself to you at every turn. I love you to bits but it doesn't mean that I agree with some things you say. I take your moods because they're part of you and that's a big reason why I like you in the first place. I'll always listen to what you have to say, maybe not at the time, but it'll always come back to me, I respect and value your opinion, it means a lot to me, but at the end of the day, I'm me and I'll make my own mind up on how I handle things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't try and understand me, just love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3492189753738358844?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3492189753738358844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3492189753738358844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-things-happen-when-youre-going.html' title='Strange things happen when you&apos;re going round the twist..'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4642528696569755144</id><published>2009-05-27T21:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:44:30.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FINALLY! Manchester United LOST and in the European Cup Final....AND Mouse won the bet with Mr Man U head!!! *does the mousey dance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, here in lies the revenge on Mr Man U head, after listening to him gloating, goading and generally pulling down my team, my plan is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I shall have a Barcelona FC badge on the side of my desk which you see when you walk in the office. I shall have YouTube set to play "Barcelona" for when he shows up AND I will oh so gracefully accept the £5 off him :D payback is a b*tch, he should know this by now...if he doesn't, he's about to receive a crash course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right, I'm off to relax for a little, but my foot hurts (I whacked the top of my foot on the corner of the bottom draw of my desk today, instant bruise and a nice big lump rme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there and remember, above all else, Manchester United are L O S E R S :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse out x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4642528696569755144?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4642528696569755144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4642528696569755144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/muhahahaha.html' title='MUHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-432928694379298954</id><published>2009-05-20T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:54:09.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip across the border..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/ShRt4u6TWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2gISqXtHHdM/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338012279773550802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/ShRt4u6TWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2gISqXtHHdM/s320/DSC04352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse and hubby went to Wales for the night last night. Needed to get away before I imploded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bar the rain and coldness and virus I managed to pick up, it was a fun trip. We've only just got back so I'm going to chill and watch the end of The Apprentice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is a lil picture of the mouse and an anchor, can't get much more random than that...&lt;/span&gt;&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/8384194109220414850-432928694379298954?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/432928694379298954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/432928694379298954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-across-border.html' title='A trip across the border..'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/ShRt4u6TWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2gISqXtHHdM/s72-c/DSC04352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5076277604460146395</id><published>2009-05-16T11:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:33:03.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I got my exam results back yesterday and I got one question wrong of which I had to answer an additional question for...I did that okay, so that's that done. I now have revision time until the big bad exam on 16th June :( I'm seriously not looking forward to that one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; We went to see Angels and Demons yesterday evening, SO SO cool! I love those films (Forgetting the fact that the historical context is slightly dodgy...at best) I just think they're really good. AND they changed the ending of the book, which actually made the film better because the way it ended in the book was ...slightly unbelievable, so it was all good. The only issue I had was at the cinema they put the volume on "Burn out your ears"...I'm just glad I wasn't watching a lot of shooting or anything because I think my ears would have popped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I have another cold which can't be a good thing, snuffles and sneezes :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'ma really tired too, thanks to another dream that woke me up last night rme I'ma getting rather fed up of them now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, time to wake da hubby and to go and get some dindins and I think we need to go grocery shopping as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Catch you on the flip side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5076277604460146395?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5076277604460146395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5076277604460146395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5300584175631140995</id><published>2009-05-13T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:28:33.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of Vincent Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That man was awesome, I love watching his films and I shall be having a night of Mr Price this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I've not got much to talk about today, still in stressville, one-nil down on the bet but a long way to go yet, and my sleeping is getting worse, I just CAN'T get to sleep at night and it's starting to to drive me completely insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I just had one of the most bizarre phone calls...again from the blood people, are they multiplying and just...handing out my phone number and details so they can ring up randomally to apologise?! It's actually getting embarrasing with the amount of "sorries" I've recieved. I realise I have the blood type who can give to everyone...but can only receive my own back (Clearly last in the queue on that one then) but this is getting a little outta control. Apparently this was the nurse who actually gets to sort out the mess that Mr Needle Head made of my arm...they're having a meeting on Friday to create an "action plan" for his crapness to get...better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I've said that I'll still go give blood, just not there anymore! I'll drive a lil further and hope I don't ever see him again, because I think I'd....not like that too much. They just need to chill a lil and let up on the apologising, the other staff were lovely as usual :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhoo, it's nearly time for The Apprentice and Sir Alan needs to fire Lorraine! Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse out x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5300584175631140995?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5300584175631140995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5300584175631140995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-of-vincent-price.html' title='A night of Vincent Price'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2328455015382573387</id><published>2009-05-07T18:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:41:05.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The bet....the exam....the play-off...and my continuing downhill spiral...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Bet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I made a bet with Mr Man U head today...it's as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In order that HE wins the bet, Manchester United MUST win the derby (Man u vs Man city) on Saturday, the Premiership...AND the Champion's League Cup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In order that mouse wins, he just has to lose one of those matches...a whole £5 is up for grabs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hell in paper form, I'ma take it but I am going to crash and burn, I don't know enough for this one...and my head isn't here, it's safetly tucked away in it's own lil world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Play-off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Leg one, away at Preston....COME ON SHEFFIELD UNITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Continuing Down hill spiral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Still happening. Mouse not very happy right now, kinda hurting, worried, stressed, tired and missing a few peeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thus ends today's lesson in the land of the Green Mouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there...and please, don't try and understand me, just love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2328455015382573387?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2328455015382573387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2328455015382573387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/betthe-examthe-play-offand-my.html' title='The bet....the exam....the play-off...and my continuing downhill spiral...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2944106782003820046</id><published>2009-05-05T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:25:12.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much of a fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I realise this is rather...random, but I had this conversation today with our managing director..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MD "What's the matter with you today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse "Nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MD "Bullsh*t"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse "You're reading things that aren't there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MD "No, I'm not. You're not your usual happy, bubbly, slightly forceful character...there is something not quite right but I can't put my finger on it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Mouse shakes her head* The subject is changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, apparently I'm not that good at hiding things and I thought that I did a really good job that time...eh, knowing him, he'll ask duck girl and then ask me next opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I refuse to talk about the "sporting weekend" cuz it was complete, heart-breaking disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have an exam on Friday of which I'm seriously thinking of skipping because I think I'll just crash and burn this one. My head isn't here, I'm in my own world again, safer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I lost someone, someone that I've known for ten years whom I thought of as my sister, but it turns out not everything is as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'ma mouse dealing so you'll just have to come along for the ride...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2944106782003820046?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2944106782003820046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2944106782003820046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-much-of-fun-day.html' title='Not much of a fun day'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8334723405859168843</id><published>2009-05-02T10:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:44:52.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the long sporting weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, it's Saturday and we have the Hatton vs Pacquiao boxing match at some unGodly hour in the morning...around 3am is the predicted starting time, but knowing how these things work I think we're looking more at 4am rme, that should be interesting to try and stay up for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I, obviously, want Ricky to win, cuz he's just a genius! But, it is a fight in America so, if he doesn't knock him out, there is no way that he'll win. The bias of boxing referees is beyond even the scope of the Beijing Olympics...and that's saying something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then tomorrow, we have our final Championship match that we MUST win and if Birmingham don't win...then we'll get automatic promotion!! If not, we have to go through playoffs and ANYTHING can happen there. I'ma not looking forward to it but it's something I must go through, the joys of being a supporter of a team that can't win a match when their lives depend on it...or just wait until the last possible moment to score...sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I'll have Monday to try and grieve...or celebrate, I don't know....don't try and understand me, just love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, I'm off to bug someone, anyone who happens to be around :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there...and I'll try and keep my blood pressure down...a lil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8334723405859168843?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8334723405859168843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8334723405859168843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-long-sporting-weekend.html' title='Welcome to the long sporting weekend...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5728305242215731559</id><published>2009-04-29T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:56:52.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm SO fed up today, why do people call me a friend and then treat me like a door mat? Then, if I get angry or anything it's apparently my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'll be somewhat honest, I've got a lot of issues at the moment, some bigger than others and I just need someone I trust to listen to me...give me some advice, even a kick up the backside if required. I don't want to go off the rails anymore but sometimes I don't see another option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Either be my friend or don't, don't play games with me, you will not win, I'm stronger than that. Be there for me or don't, don't play in the grey area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is your time to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5728305242215731559?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5728305242215731559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5728305242215731559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/fed-up.html' title='Fed up...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4651535434119581863</id><published>2009-04-23T18:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:25:11.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it the weekend yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's only Thursday and already I want to just....drop dead or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Got woken up early this morning cuz my arm was just all pins and needles rme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, after speaking to the Queen Vampire (Or Dr Blood...or something like that.) from the blood service, she's put in an official complaint about Mr Needle Head which can only be a good thing. To be honest I'd just like another keyring, that'll do me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I did have one thing good happen today, after leaving my studying for two weeks over the Easter break I left it until today to finish...well the whole load of work I left. I'd already done it! Damn, I'm good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I plan on chilling tonight and maybe watching a film or two, I know it's politics night but it's all about the budget and I just don't want to go there anymore, it's gonna cost me more to live. No surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right, I'ma outta here to go do...something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Byas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4651535434119581863?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4651535434119581863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4651535434119581863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-weekend-yet.html' title='Is it the weekend yet?'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-953972841483382282</id><published>2009-04-20T19:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:25:39.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Vampires...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So Mouse went to give blood again, straight after work. I HATE needles...(although tattoos and piercings are fine...must be a mouse thing)....so I always tell the person who is jabbing me...that I'm fine...once the needle is in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I got this guy whose bed side manor....well I liken it to Jason Vorhee's sympathy for stranded teenagers...He actually jabbed me with NO warning, retardo that he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; He kept fiddling with the needle, kept coming back to me to turn the needle, no warning, nothing. He was mean for no reason. He didn't tell me what was going on, I think, in the end, he thought that I was bleeding too slowly....cuz 12 minutes is too slow?! Apparently the last twist of the tube/needle made it work so perhaps it was his lack of technical ability as opposed to me not moving my hand enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Luckily, when I finished, I had a lovely nurse look after me and not needle head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I'ma gonna go watch my beloved Sheffield United hopefully win tonight because we NEED to or I think automatic promotion is out of the window seens as Birmingham won on Saturday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Watch this space, and watch out for Mr Needle head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-953972841483382282?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/953972841483382282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/953972841483382282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/mean-vampires.html' title='Mean Vampires...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-402288955833200834</id><published>2009-04-18T10:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:25:54.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Footy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know my team, blades, aren't playing until Monday....but it's Saturday so it's football day! :) We're currently watching SoccerAM...and they have one of my all time favourite players/characters EVER on...Gazza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm glad he got his addictions under control, kudos to him....but he's not the same person he once was and I wonder how much that took out of him. It's really sad to watch him now, heart breaking to be honest. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I'm off to settle down with my coffee and watch the rest of SoccerAM, apparently Skills Skool is from the town I live in...I didn't know anyone had footy skills around here, except for the actual football team...of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-402288955833200834?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/402288955833200834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/402288955833200834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/footy.html' title='Footy!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6727668510435880210</id><published>2009-04-16T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:54:28.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another tonne of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okies, so the boiler at work broke so mouse has been frozen the past week until I realised we had a spare heater at home....and they found a few other electric ones at work, so at least I'm not sat at my desk shivering anymore, that can only be a good thing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My old boss is off for the day tomorrow and as I have no college I'ma at work with da new boss. Should be interesting. He seems to think more like I do, so you never know I may not have to find a new job after all! He's taking a great interest in my studying which is never good, I'ma take some work in tomorrow anyways as I've still not started on my homework...and I have another assessment on 8th May :( I can't show him my portfolio though cuz that's still at college for the EV to view and assess....eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It's also Duck girls bday tomorrow, I got her the BESTEST present of which I can't type up here cuz she may read before she opens and I wanna see her face when she does, I hope she likes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was one of my neices' birthday today too, we went up to visit and then on Saturday I gots my Great Nephew's first birthday...that's a lot of birthdays in a row!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Actually, we'll be back up there on Sunday too cuz I've a lounge FULL of furniture for my eldest neice's house, and although Salem loves the fact that his bed is on top of the cabinet...it's gotta go at some point...(Gonna make hubby do that cuz then sales can hate him instead of me heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, I gotta get some caffiene or something....cuz I'ma starting to fade a lil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6727668510435880210?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6727668510435880210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6727668510435880210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-another-tonne-of-coffee.html' title='Another day another tonne of coffee'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6003975895058402243</id><published>2009-04-12T23:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:36:23.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SeJr75VP19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OWtXH4y1gck/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936386251741138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SeJr75VP19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OWtXH4y1gck/s200/DSC04237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse and hubby went to the zoo today! Twycross to be precise and it was very very fun! Although very busy, but still an enjoyable day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However, the Dwarf Crocodile appeared to have gone AWOL...so that wasn't a good thing cuz I love my crocs and gators and not one to see. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a random picture of the mouse and a giraffe, see if you can guess which is which :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okies, I'ma out of here, watching Saw 5 with commentary...and talking with a dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6003975895058402243?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6003975895058402243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6003975895058402243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SeJr75VP19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OWtXH4y1gck/s72-c/DSC04237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6962892863607303908</id><published>2009-04-10T20:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:14:55.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a green mousey...ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why is it, whenever I feel like I've got somewhere, that I'm happy and I think I have a grasp of everything...does something happen to blow that to hell? I just...give up. I'm fed up of being hurt, no matter what it is, I'm just sick of having to sort everything out because it happens all the time, and has done for the past...oh 30 years. You woulda thought that people would actually give me a break at some point? But apparently, that's not on anyone's agenda and I'm just...sick to death of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I currently stand before you after being rejected by my own family. I know it's been a long time since I spoke to them and such so I don't think it hurts as much as it probably should, but I'm just left...with nothing. I lost Midi, he was my baby and so now there is me, hubby and his family....but that's not the same as having my own family...I don't miss them as people I just miss having my own people to fall back on. I get "friends" that turn out to be as bad as my family was, then people wonder why I have low self-esteem when the common factor between all these things is me...what am I supposed to think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm sick of being walked over and then attacked because I point out the fact, how is that fair? I guess they all have the same thoughts..."oh, it's only mouse...doesn't matter how we treat her"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well guess what? It DOES matter how  you treat me because I freaking bite. I've never been known for being shy and retiring, and it's a good job I'm not or I wouldn't be where I am today if I were, not that that is saying a great deal when it comes to my relationships with friends...apparently. There are exceptions to this rule and those people know who they are and I thank them for being true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; You wanna not tell me important stuff in your life and then still claim to be my friend? Good luck to you buddy cuz my idea of friends isn't what yours clearly is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Also, you want to feed me the same lines for the past 10 years and wonder why I don't believe you? Wow, I know I have my gullible moments but I'm not completely brain dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With me, you get treated how you treat me, so I DON'T apologise for any of my actions if I've been hurt, cuz guess what? YOU had it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is the Mouse, you gotta problem with that, then phone someone who gives a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6962892863607303908?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6962892863607303908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6962892863607303908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-of-green-mouseyugh.html' title='The life of a green mousey...ugh'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5682616370538082059</id><published>2009-04-08T22:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:51:00.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, so I'm a lil whappy. Apparently living the life of stress and coffee is an...interesting one in the Green World of Mousey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Days are just passing, my memory is shot, work is really busy so all my efforts are on there and I have NO idea where I keep getting the energy from to keep going. I got to three o'clock today and I just hit the wall, my tiredness just hit me, that wasn't fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I have a semi-new boss, I say semi because he only started yesterday. He got to meet the mouse today though muhahaha, I saw my old boss kinda smiling when I was laying my territory down, in a subtle but yet at the same time, blatant way. I think it worked :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One of the reps rang up and couldn't believe the new guy had not only met me but had actually come back in! Cheeky git, I only give him hassle though cuz he's an easier target than me (He's southern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah, it's been a long week, but we have the four day weekend coming up which I am looking forward to, if not just to catch myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I've a TONNE of homework to get done, and I didn't have a break last weekend cuz we were moving Grandma and then trying to sort out our spare room of doom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ugh, I'ma bored, a lot...and restless and...I dunno, something else I guess but I can't think of the word for it right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh oh! I saw my beautiful Blades (Sheffield United) playing and winning! They play again on Friday night and and and and if we beat Reading then I think that we could get AUTOMATIC promotion!!! MUHAHAHAHA I'm beyond excited for that!! I don't think my heart can take another play-offs, and I think we deserve  to go back up seens as last time we came back down we were ROBBED! Cheating West Ham and cheating FA! tut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, I'ma go annoy someone...or something, I dunno, see that's a fun life I dunno what I'm gonna do next! I'm so random of late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, outta my world you go!...(Come back and visit soon though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Mouse, you're not. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5682616370538082059?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5682616370538082059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5682616370538082059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5861107019321872491</id><published>2009-03-28T01:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:02:48.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Another day....another...blog thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to college today and found out that my work has been selected to be viewed by the AAT...yikes! I've got all the folder up todate and everything so hopefully it all goes well...Had another mini exam today too and managed to scrape through that...yes, with another 100%. I swear it has to stop at some point, I'm just hoping it's not at that big exam in June :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I'ma happy, kinda, and just chilling, watching some Dancing on Ice DVDs I got, I got an ECW DVD too yesterday, something about how it became hardcore so that should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I just wondered why I was feeling wiped out, its nearly 2am, I should get some sleep shortly otherwise I'll sleep through SoccerAM and that's one of my all time fave shows :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I kinda feel a lil void of emotion right now, so perhaps I should get that aforementioned sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there and have a good one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5861107019321872491?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5861107019321872491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5861107019321872491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-dayanotherblog-thing.html' title='Another day....another...blog thing..'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3272036093184677647</id><published>2009-03-26T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:25:30.461Z</updated><title type='text'>I made it..I think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, so I managed, just about to get through the day that made me the big....30 ..I can even say it now without wanting to cry....too much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am typing this while blasting my ears with my new GREEN ipod! Sooooo cool, thankies hubby :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, it's been a bit of a rollercoaster ride today, I was glad that I wasn't met with balloons and banners this morning though, I think I woulda just...walked out again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is one thing that came out of this though, I've had a decision made for me. I'm me, I'm on my own and I'm gonna do this MY way because there is no other way now. They made their decision and I'm happy that they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I have music!! from a lil green thing!!! SOOO cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Catch ya on the flip side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mouse out x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3272036093184677647?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3272036093184677647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3272036093184677647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-iti-think.html' title='I made it..I think...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4350913878087449013</id><published>2009-03-24T15:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:34:56.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, if ONE more person mentions Thursday I think I'm gonna start getting a lil stab happy!! People should listen to the mouse instead of nodding while I'm speaking and then ignoring everything I've ever said!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; People are planning something...I know this because it's written all over their faces and I don't want anything!! AGGHH!! I swear, if I come to work and can't find my desk due to balloons and/or streamers I think that I will just walk out again...Now, there is an idea, I should book the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;day off and not tell anyone lol that might be a plan! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I have to finish this credit review stuff, I know, I live a fun life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4350913878087449013?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4350913878087449013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4350913878087449013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5334151708197063264</id><published>2009-03-22T14:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:03:09.774Z</updated><title type='text'>The countdown has started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, it's Sunday and I'm completely shattered, I have the week from hell coming up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's my bday on Thursday and, unlike a raffle, where things end in a 0...it's not a good age...I'll go up to the next tick box on surveys and everything! Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's Mothering Sunday today to, which is kinda hard cuz I miss my baby, he always got me a prezzie (Something you can't eat...other wise he'd have eaten it before I'd have even had chance to see it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, once this week is out of the way, things might not be too bad, so long as no one EVER asks how old I am...oh, dear, I feel like I have one foot in the grave and the other slipping :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I'ma out of here, I got a pile of homework to do...oh joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there and if you're not the mouse....then you're lucky this week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5334151708197063264?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5334151708197063264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5334151708197063264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-has-started.html' title='The countdown has started...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2661182778494485069</id><published>2009-03-21T00:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:38:50.854Z</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful British People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I just got back from seeing the Al Murray stand up show, it was SO funny!! Unfortunately hubby was poorly and couldn't go, so I went with my sis-in-law, which was fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'ma not on long because it's been a looonngg week and I'ma really tired, worn out really and exhausted, but hey, did I mention Al Murray was really funny?...Oh, yeah I think I did :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why is it that wherever I go, I always over hear an American (That's not so surprising considering their volume) whining about something? Can they not just shut up for once? Heck, one even tried to take on the mighty Al Murray, but was put firmly back in his place heh, that was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, bed time, I'm completely shattered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nighty night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PS....I PASSED MY EXAM!!! WOOHOO 100% record STILL stands!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2661182778494485069?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2661182778494485069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2661182778494485069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-british-people.html' title='The Beautiful British People...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2968106646919742366</id><published>2009-03-15T22:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:58:43.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Mouse meets Arbour Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/Sb2EykCkUuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gmyov3kBkFk/s1600-h/mouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Mouse and hubby went to Arbour Low yesterday, which was an experience. It's a neolithic stone circle and hill set on the top of a big hill in Derbyshire. We were the only ones visiting, I'm sure it had nothing to do with the howling gale nor the fact it was raining most of the time and did I mention it was freezing cold too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I actually found it more impressive than Stonehenge, having said that I think Avebury is also better than Stonehenge too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There was something quite beautiful and calming about the whole site to be honest and I'd go there again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Back to work tomorrow so I'd better sort some things out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Until the next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2968106646919742366?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2968106646919742366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2968106646919742366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/mouse-meets-arbour-low.html' title='Mouse meets Arbour Low'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4797099541214175248</id><published>2009-03-12T10:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:16:15.612Z</updated><title type='text'>The land of the scarfs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This title was brought to you by the fact I'm wearing a lovely floaty type scarf today...that and the fact that I'm not as witty as I used to be..apparently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing much happening in the Green World at the moment, I have another joyous exam (Whomever thought that it was a good idea to have an exam on Friday, 13th needs to be...shot? I don't know) Eh, I've done little to no revision so I'd best sort that out tonight, last minute cramming ALWAYS pays off, I know because I got where I am today thanks to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A friend outta my past turned up this week, which was a lovely surprise, she's cool, and we had a nice chat, its good to have some peeps around again...My main lady is working, damn that time difference between countries so I only usually catch up with her on weekends when it's some unGodly hour over here :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We have a trip to go and see the comedian Al Murray a week tomorrow, which should be funny, goodness knows I need a laugh about now...just so long as he doesn't pick on me, that would be bad, but I have cleverly got seats that mean I don't think he will...*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm outta here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4797099541214175248?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4797099541214175248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4797099541214175248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-of-scarfs.html' title='The land of the scarfs...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1273201970831822819</id><published>2009-03-04T11:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:30:15.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Treats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, it's a tradition that if you go on holiday you bring something back from your holiday, something to eat. The MD brought back some foreign...nice(ish) looking biscuits...I was told, by the transport manager that they were "yummy"...Now, I did pause at this to make sure that I wasn't being tricked...but he seemed quite genuine and they were only the size of about a 50p piece so I picked one up and took it to the office, telling Duck Girl about my biscuit adventure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I took a bite...dropped it in the bin and nearly threw up. Investigative Journalist Duck Girl (Her newly and dodgedley attained job title) went and got one and surmised that it had peanut butter in it, which is why I rejected it quite so quickly...peanut butter needs to be banned, the government likes banning things, I think this should be one of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until the next time, Duck Girl is an investigative journalist (What is the world coming too?!) and I'm....bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think, we may have just had Zorro in our office (Although he needs to work on the cape flinging ability...and maybe even upgrade from coat to cape, but what do I know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1273201970831822819?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1273201970831822819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1273201970831822819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/foreign-treats.html' title='Foreign Treats!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6587212761344147568</id><published>2009-02-27T20:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:07:58.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not only is it Friday, it's Friday evening!! AND I have vodka! Finally my week from hell has come to an end, until it starts over on Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The exam, was really bad, never good when they give you a question you not only don't know the answer to but to not understand the question...yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Oh well, we'll have to see next Friday. Now less yapping and mooorreee drinking! Catch you on the other side...of something :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse out x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6587212761344147568?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6587212761344147568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6587212761344147568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-friday.html' title='Its Friday!!!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5190794513548710519</id><published>2009-02-26T22:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:31:13.638Z</updated><title type='text'>AAAGGGHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, thanks to lack of the database at work, I had to try and cram a whole days work AND balance everything within an hour....needless to say, nothing balanced and I have to sort it all out whenever I finish my exam tomorrow. Stress doesn't even slightly cover it and I have the feeling that maybe I should have gotten a whole lot more vodka for tomorrow night at the rate I'm going. I may explode with stress! I should be worrying about my exam (Which I am) but with that comes worrying about month end and all that jazz, trying to balance with people telling me to "hurry it up"...in a round about sort of way. What do they think that i do exactly? Just sit there and tell them I'm doing stuff when I'm not and I'm just stopping them from working because I can? I don't understand some people and never will. I don't do power trips, I do work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I have to get up earlier in the morning to sort out the bank stuff and then exam...and then straight to work...I hate my life sometimes...like now. But the thought of vodka will get me through! (If you have me on MSN, i shall be completely smashed tomorrow night, so good luck with that one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well I gotta go do...something...because I'm going slightly mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5190794513548710519?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5190794513548710519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5190794513548710519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaaggghhhh.html' title='AAAGGGHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-7866906872446559862</id><published>2009-02-25T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:48:00.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame it on the sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I don't think that I've been around too much looking at the amount of blogs I've done, I hate it when real life presses itself into the Green World of the Mouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I've had a week from hell and it's only Wednesday! I've got to do an exam I'm so not prepared for on friday, but then go back into work to do month end! Ugh, however, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining. I have already purchased large quantities of vodka which I will be introducing on Friday night. I plan to get completely smashed for a few reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My stress levels are through the roof at the moment, I've not had a drink since New Year's Eve (I don't think that a glass of some fizzy white wine stuff counts as really drinking) and the best reason: because I can :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ahh my beloved Sheffield United are playing on Thursday and Sunday and they're both on television which could be a blessing...or not. It would be nice to see us actually win for once...it's been a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got one more mock exam to get done, although I don't understand that one because I don't have the answers so how it's going to help me in a day's time is beyond me, but I'm sure it'll just feed my stress levels that little bit more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've just watched Liverpool playing in Europe, oh boy, that was a dull match and a flukey win! :P @ hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right I'm tired and icky so I should go chill for a little. I'm sure, once my life isnt quite so hectic that I shall actually manage to chill...but don't hold your breath :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there...and please wish me luck for I am going to need it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Until the next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm the Mouse and you're not x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-7866906872446559862?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7866906872446559862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7866906872446559862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-blame-it-on-sunshine.html' title='Don&apos;t blame it on the sunshine...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3962076342631927062</id><published>2009-02-16T13:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:43:46.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Can we say "slightly down" in the last post ya got from me? I'm doing a little bit better, seens as stress is apparently my new friend :) I've been living with it for the past few weeks (Sorry hubby!) eh, I'll get through it, always do cuz I have to really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing of note has really happened, although it seems strange to be saying that when my head is still whirring a mile a minute, I wish my head had like...a leg that I could stick out causing the thoughts to get tripped up and to give me a break, that would be real nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, some of us still have a pile of work to do! Yikes, best get on with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until the next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the mouse, who the heck are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3962076342631927062?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3962076342631927062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3962076342631927062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6212739341000647403</id><published>2009-01-27T21:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:35:18.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Pride before a fall...and all that jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This might come across as whining, but ya know what? I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pride comes before a fall, and again that's what has happened to me in my life. I'm just sick of it. I've lost friends, people I looked to for support, laughter, a bit of fun...I've lost my poochy, my lil boy who meant more than the world to me, I've not got a lot to show from my life and I'm tired of working my fingers to the bone to try and prove something to the world when it gets me exactly no where. I passed my exam, which was the pride...the fall is my career. Just when things seem to be going in the right direction someone or something pulls the rug from under my feet and it's happened again. I'm out of energy, I'm sick of fighting my way back, I want some control and I don't have any. I'm done with fighting back because I've very little to fight back for, what's the point? It all goes anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm outta here, I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6212739341000647403?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6212739341000647403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6212739341000647403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/pride-before-falland-all-that-jazz.html' title='Pride before a fall...and all that jazz'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-503509368829248703</id><published>2009-01-16T14:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:23:25.767Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Woohoo! Exam is over, although I'm not happy and won't be until I get my results next Friday...see how well I did :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Starting new topics next week as well so it's going to be a busy time, I've another 4 exams which ends in June and then a two month wait to get my result...unless I have to resit the simulations again which will be straight after that main exam in June...not much fun! We'll see how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I'm shattered so I'ma gonna chill for a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-503509368829248703?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/503509368829248703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/503509368829248703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/woohoo-exam-is-over-although-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5086225939237870505</id><published>2009-01-15T13:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:37:32.879Z</updated><title type='text'>AAGGHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Slightly stressed doesn't really cover it, I've got my first of five exams tomorrow and I'm scared to death!! It's more difficult and a lot more pressure when the company is paying for your course...not to mention the fact that it's a 100% pass rate..no pressure then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get the results next Friday so at least that's not too long, dragged out thing althought that will take place on my 5th exam :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh well, I'd better do some more revising, wish me luck, for I am going to need it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watch out for mutant snowmen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5086225939237870505?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5086225939237870505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5086225939237870505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/aagghh.html' title='AAGGHH!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-9086200108909139949</id><published>2008-12-25T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:45:30.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-9086200108909139949?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/9086200108909139949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/9086200108909139949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-793856261870371295</id><published>2008-12-19T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:14:00.129Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Midi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mummy misses you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-793856261870371295?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/793856261870371295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/793856261870371295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-midi.html' title='Happy Birthday Midi'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1874634116537878040</id><published>2008-12-13T15:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:28:10.217Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm hardcore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, so the title was just to try and make me feel a bit better. I think it's a sad state of affairs when one of your own tutors starts calling you "Miss Goodie Two Shoes" because of getting all my work done. The amount of abuse I get from hubby, fellow students...and now tutors is beyond horiffic. I'm just misunderstood, not Hitler misunderstood but Mouse misunderstood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; However, because I got all the mock exam done in class I don't have any homework so hahaha at them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We even have our decorations up, well a big ass tree and some of those light models which play music, so pretty and Christmassy. Remember I don't have any homework...sooo I gets to finish making all my Christmas cards! I win, Mousey the bestest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On that bragging note, I'ma out here to chill and not think about the homework that everyone else has and I don't...WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P.s. Is it the right thing to do to admit that you miss having homework? ...Lets never mention this again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1874634116537878040?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1874634116537878040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1874634116537878040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-hardcore.html' title='I&apos;m hardcore!!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6636636159639625632</id><published>2008-12-10T11:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:39:29.679Z</updated><title type='text'>AAAGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where, oh where is my week going?! It's Wednesday already and I've got three tonnes of stuff to do before Friday!! Not that I'm panicking at all, noooo, well okay, maybe an icle bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm at work, awaiting post, as always so when that eventually comes I can get on the phone to people and shout at them (In a festive yet, professional way) for not paying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ugh, my boss is driving me nuts, he's always like this when it's accounts time, you'd a thought he'd leave me alone for a little, but no, that would be common sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Post has finally arrived so I'll see you on the other side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6636636159639625632?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6636636159639625632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6636636159639625632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/aaaggghhhh.html' title='AAAGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-909927414294125402</id><published>2008-12-08T13:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:26.424Z</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, the joys of life, well my life...and there haven't been many joys to be honest.  A sickness bug has rendered most of the family in their respective bathrooms all weekend (all because we met for Grandma's bday on Wednesday). I, luckily, haven't actually been sick but that didn't stop my body from going into some form of weird/peculiar ickyness which meant I rarely left the bedroom. My husband, of course, picked up the bug and ran with it, is...ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I have a mountain of homework because I had to miss college last week due to year end and all that VAT jazz (which didn't happen until Monday afternoon and in the end they choose me to change it and it took best part of three hours, useless, just useless.) It wouldn't be so bad but I'm still awaiting my boss to thank me for doing either, which does irk me. We'll see what tomorrow brings, probably nothing interesting nor an apology so I feel I must boo and hiss, just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm still in the process of making 1001 Christmas cards for family and friends, that's taking quite a while too, and unlike other things, it's not like I can keep putting it off because it's one of those deadline thingies again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, I'm blogged out and I'm tired, so I've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh! and before I forget, turns out, over time you find out who your real friends are and it turns out, I gotta a few "friends" which aren't actually that, which kinda hurts, but at least I know now and they can go take a long run off a very short pier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right, I'm off now, cuz I wanna go...I dunno actually, but I should go do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care and all that jazz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mousey x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-909927414294125402?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/909927414294125402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/909927414294125402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4012384267623519085</id><published>2008-12-03T20:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:32:23.176Z</updated><title type='text'>My baby is home</title><content type='html'>We got Midi back home tonight, and it just broke my heart, again. This is really a lot harder than I ever thought it would be. I miss him so much it hurts, literally. I can't get interested in anything and I'm in my migraine cycle again. I'm just so run down and exhausted and I still have so much to do...and on that note, I'm off to get some more stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4012384267623519085?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4012384267623519085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4012384267623519085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-is-home.html' title='My baby is home'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4280180287704824241</id><published>2008-11-29T22:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:03:10.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing break...you must be joking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I decided that we should get away for a night, travel straight after work on Friday and stay overnight at Blackpool and then come home later on Saturday...the hotel I booked, dear Lord, NEVER again will I ever go there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The entire place smelt of cabbage, which was beyond gross, the bedroom was at least clean but only had a 3/4 double bed...and seens as we kick each other in our king size bed at home, wasn't going to work. Luckily the room offered a single bed as well, which I used. The floor sloped, so when I was in bed I was literally rolled to one side, which resulted in my falling on the floor once! I could feel every spring in that bed, the most horiffic bed I've EVER been in. We were given a sheet and cover, and that was it. The heating went off at midnight and me, yes the mouse with her own internal boiler, laid shivering all night, trying to wrap herself in towels to keep warm. Why didn't we call reception to complain I hear you call, mainly because there was no phone in the room (which is bizarre) and it takes an entire 10 minutes to walk the maze of corridors to get to our room. To be honest, if there was a fire, we would be dead. The room was a corner one, offering two windows of two different streets...both with several different nightclubs/bars and through glass which was about as thick as a human hair we heard every single word spoken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We were booked in for breakfast, not something I usually eat, but hey I'll give it a go...of which I did, well we made it to the "restaurant" which smelt and looked worse than anything I've ever seen, so we kinda looked at each other and walked back to the room, sorry I mean treked back to the room to just get out of that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; When going for checkout, I handed my key in...and was told.."goodbye" right then...did customer service also get swallowed within the credit crunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We had our day at Blackpool, which was cold and foggy but it was a day out none the less. We did the SeaLife Centre, oh how I love sharks, they were beautiful, I could have sat and watched them all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I would say the sea was beautiful too, only...I couldn't see it because of the fog, so ya know, I assume it was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just before we were leaving, we were going to cross the road and a german shepherd came running straight at me...oh, my heart broke. I miss you so much Midi, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I still feel pappy so I'm going to chill (Not literally tonight!!) and watch Frost with hubby and my new King Louie my hubby bought me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there and watch out for evil hotels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4280180287704824241?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4280180287704824241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4280180287704824241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/relaxing-breakyou-must-be-joking.html' title='Relaxing break...you must be joking!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2897692621634917804</id><published>2008-11-26T13:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:32:34.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahh the joys of politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Look at this, it's not even Thursday and I've gone all political. Mainly because of Mr Brown and his "bright idea" to cut VAT down by 2.5% to get people spending, coming into effect on Monday. Stupid, just stupid, the shops won't pass on the decrease and it wouldn't encourage me to spend more anyways plus it'll cost us in the long run. Infact, it's costing me already, I have month end, year end on Friday and now I have to update the system to take the new VAT rate...(Still working on how to actually do that) and because of all this I'm missing college and an exam, which I have to sit the following week. So, yes, I've lost out already as I've also got to catch up any work I miss this week too! (It's a good job that I was ahead with my work in the first place, but that's not the point!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; To top it all off we have auditors coming in too, which is beyond unfun, it's not a very good time really. I've got two more days to have holidays on, I can't have Fridays because I'm at college (usually) I can't have Christmas Eve off because that's our month end...I don't know when I'm going to take them, plus my boss always starts twitching whenever I even mention the "H" word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, and it just started raining, oh joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We've got footy on tonight, some European rubbish which means my lil team won't be playing (To be fair we played yesterday...and I don't want to talk about it) but my hubby's will, so that should be something to watch I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I've sorted out hubby's Christmas presents (I'm not telling you what they are...because he reads this too) and they're wrapped, but I'm still awaiting a list of what everyone else wants! Although, I'm not looking forward to Christmas too much this year, I miss my lil doodle a lot :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've got a lil Scooby doo on my desk at work now, as a reminder to my baby, and also a big picture of him on my wall. We should be getting his ashes back this week sometime, I hope so, I've never been away from him for this long in his entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well enough rambling for one day I guess, just waiting for my boss to get back with some milk so we can have a nice hot drink...to say this office is freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taketh Careth and be good (I don't want to know what you're good at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2897692621634917804?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2897692621634917804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2897692621634917804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh-joys-of-politics.html' title='Ahh the joys of politics'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8639730469484639455</id><published>2008-11-23T14:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:18:22.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse is just waiting for hubby to get ready and then we can go out, need to get a birthday present and some more wax worms for Freddy and Stumpy. Still got the snuffles but my head is a little clearer today.  Got a banging headache though...and miss my lil poochy a lot :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well anyways, I should probably go check to see how hubby is getting on or we're never gonna get out of here at this rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Until the next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8639730469484639455?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8639730469484639455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8639730469484639455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/mouse-is-just-waiting-for-hubby-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5431770793015080591</id><published>2008-11-22T20:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:59:00.222Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tough weekend this one, really missing Midi a lot. It's really no fun. We're awaiting his ashes to be returned, cuz he should be with his Mummy and he's never been away from me for this long and boy does it hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I'm missing a few peeps too, they're not about when I need them, ya know you would have thought that I would have figured out that those aren't really friends, they're never there when I need them, which is the basis of friendship. Something to think about, at some point, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5431770793015080591?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5431770793015080591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5431770793015080591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/tough-weekend-this-one-really-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8113375628789520869</id><published>2008-11-21T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:36:26.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss you Mid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8113375628789520869?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8113375628789520869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8113375628789520869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-you-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1584922666743344988</id><published>2008-11-17T16:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:09:18.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, things aren't as bad today, but that may be from getting absolutely NO sleep last night and having a day at work. The amount of coffee I have had is rather scary...and it's only 4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We've got a new washing machine coming tomorrow, so we're trying to get the old one out, which isn't as easy as it seems as it's full of water, but I'm sure hubby can sort...and if not, I'll sort it out when I get home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Salem is doing a little better, he likes his new bed and we got one of Mid's teddy's out, Mutt, for him to sleep with, he seems to like that, but he's still following me to the back door, it's just so sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I'ma gonna go and be whappy now on my coffee and sleep deprivation, and hopefully the washing machine should turn up tomorrow and all be well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1584922666743344988?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1584922666743344988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1584922666743344988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1317597697687937378</id><published>2008-11-15T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:12:54.451Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I thought that I would drop a note, just to say things are really hard, I miss my lil boy like mad. I'm not the only one, Salem is pining for him and it's just heartbreaking. He keeps going to the back door, thinking we're gonna let Mid in...or just meowing while sniffing around where Midi slept. I don't know what to do with him, I've tried to explain to him that Midi was too poorly to come back home, but he's a cat, he doesn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I think we're in for the long haul on this one, and I wouldn't wish this on anyone, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1317597697687937378?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1317597697687937378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1317597697687937378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought-that-i-would-drop-note-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-7543717073295679134</id><published>2008-11-12T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:01:35.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Shadow Cutts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SRr9bg4EYOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fJiDaGvfB2E/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267801363286614242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SRr9bg4EYOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fJiDaGvfB2E/s320/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;19th December 2000 - 12th November 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mummy loves you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8384194109220414850-7543717073295679134?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7543717073295679134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7543717073295679134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/midnight-shadow-cutts.html' title='Midnight Shadow Cutts'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SRr9bg4EYOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fJiDaGvfB2E/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-1410176840732889701</id><published>2008-11-09T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:43:06.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Chocolate and animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, the weekend, so far, hasn't been great.  After being woke up at rediculous o clock yesterday, by our next door neighbour, who decided it was the best time to use a circular saw which kinda rattled our entire house, I was slightly sleepy the whole day. We popped to Tesco to get some bits and bobs (mainly bits cuz bob was still AWOL) , then Jamie had a craving for some pie...so I took him to a shop he's not been to in years, only to find out that it shuts at 2pm...and we got there at 2.10pm and was...clearly shut. We went to the pet shop to go get some more bones for the dog and some silk worms for the geckos....They've decided to change the layout of the shop and as soon as you walk in, you're met with a...memorial display for your dog, needless to say, I swallowed hard, wiped my eyes and carried on, quickly, into the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Watching X-Factor last night was my worst mistake, being moved by music is one thing, having an evening of Mariah Carey songs is another, and many times the words hit home and my flood gates opened, really not much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've got the Nottingham trip to see WWE on Wednesday, timing is horiffic and I'm in two minds whether to go at all to be honest, have to see how things go this week and take it a day at a time. It's just a horrid time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, congratulations to Mr Joe Calzaghi, who won his final boxing match last night, retiring while on the top, that's the way to go...although I'll miss having him around (I'll admit it, I fell asleep before it started, 3am was too much after the unplanned early morning wake up). We still have Mr Hatton, who is fighting the end of this month...so hopefully, another success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right, I'ma out of here, gonna wake up Mr Grumpy so we can go get some coffee and chocolate and probably just chill for the day, I managed to do my homework, well the financial side, just the whole computering side to do, oh joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-1410176840732889701?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1410176840732889701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/1410176840732889701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee-chocolate-and-animals.html' title='Coffee, Chocolate and animals'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5562018135999440730</id><published>2008-11-07T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:05:17.627Z</updated><title type='text'>A quiet weekend of homework and poochy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, after a hard day at college (My brain went AWOL sometime last night and hasn't been seen since) and some shopping and coffee later, I'm all cozy on the settee with my poochy on his bed and my hubby doing something on his computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; This weekend I have two intentions: get my homework done and spend a load of time with poochy...because he's really kinda struggling now...we're planning on taking him to the vets next week to see what she says and decide from there. This is horrid and I don't ever wanna go through this again, ever...it hurts far too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, have a good weekend out there, and be good...at whatever you're good at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5562018135999440730?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5562018135999440730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5562018135999440730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiet-weekend-of-homework-and-poochy.html' title='A quiet weekend of homework and poochy'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3682363152776245213</id><published>2008-11-06T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:45:01.962Z</updated><title type='text'>America, Presidents and madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, America, has a new president....eight long years with the....actually, I don't think there has been a word invented, as yet, to quite cover what Bush was. Now, the problem I have is how this is being reported...I don't care if anyone in power is black, white, pink, green, yellow, blue or even grey, so long as they do a good job, Surely, that's all that should matter? When Tony Blair had his landslide victory, no one stated it was "Another white man as prime minister" I don't care what colour he was, so long as he did a good job, obviously he didn't but that's not the point. Skin colour should be something that doesn't come into the mind. Its the person and how they act/what they say etc. But I guess there is still a lot of racism around, it just irks me because I wanna have an opinion on someone that's developed from their character, nothing else, because....lets be honest, nothing else really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry, it's Thursday night and we watch Question Time and This Week, so I'm in a political mode, plus I'm trying to take my mind off the poochy...he's not doing so well and it's hurting...a lot. But, we have a cunning plan and that's to spend the whole weekend with him, spoiling him and trying to put a smile on his face, after that...it's in the lap of the Gods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have college tomorrow, after a fortnight break, I need to check and fill my bag as, for the day I am, as my hubby lovingly calls me a "bloody student". It is like going back many years, and although I enjoy the course, it's kinda hard to keep kicking the lil kids outta the way when I'm trying to get to class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, I need to go spend some more time with the poochy and sort my studenty things out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3682363152776245213?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3682363152776245213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3682363152776245213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/america-presidents-and-madness.html' title='America, Presidents and madness'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-4289524217169358848</id><published>2008-11-05T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:10:12.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Doctor...another diagnosis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Okies, apparently my appendix isn't the bad guy here, which is both a relief and, well what's actually wrong isn't so much fun (I won't go into details) but I won't die from it, which is always something you're looking for if you do have something wrong with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; I'll tell you one thing though, the amount of sympathy and looking after I was getting from hubby...has disappeared, it's amazing what stamping "non-life threatening" on something will do for you :( Ah well, things are back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Right, I'ma gonna go chill because I've had enough for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Take care all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-4289524217169358848?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4289524217169358848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/4289524217169358848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-doctoranother-diagnosis.html' title='Another Doctor...another diagnosis...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8011190156743954719</id><published>2008-11-04T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:41:55.106Z</updated><title type='text'>...Still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just thought that I would drop a line to let you know that I've not let the appendix win, yet. Still in pain, all very strange and I'm at the point where I would like it to either go away or come out properly so I can get it sorted. It's VERY irritating and not much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Work has been beyond hectic and I only just managed to find some of my desk before I left today, so another hectic day coming up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, I'm real sleepy so I'ma gonna go chill and watch my hubby's team, Liverpool, try and come back from being 1-0 down...heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take care out there, until the next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm the mouse and you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8011190156743954719?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8011190156743954719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8011190156743954719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-here.html' title='...Still here...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5832776675475720878</id><published>2008-11-03T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:27:08.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Owies and hospitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, mousey's life...sucks. Woke up this morning with a pain..in the right side of my tummy, made me throw up...and so a trip to the doctors was in order...and apparenly, my appendix doesn't like me too much. I have a very poorly appendix and I have to ensure the pain gets no worse, because if it does mousey has to have her first ever operation which, well, ain't happening if I have anything to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; So hubby and Mousey having a few arguments as to how much I'm supposed to be resting, but just to let you all know, if I disappear for a while I will have lost a battle with my appendix and I will be in hospital :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5832776675475720878?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5832776675475720878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5832776675475720878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/owies-and-hospitals.html' title='Owies and hospitals'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3994071096146878102</id><published>2008-11-02T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:41:49.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Sad Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQ46kzHzMgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rhVi5E5gdY0/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209418315313666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQ46kzHzMgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rhVi5E5gdY0/s320/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't think I'ma gotta write much today, not really in the mood. Midi, my poochy, well...he's not doing well...and it's the most horrible thing to see ever, my heart is breaking and there is nothing I can do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love you midnight, you're my lil baby always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3994071096146878102?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3994071096146878102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3994071096146878102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-mouse.html' title='Sad Mouse'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQ46kzHzMgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rhVi5E5gdY0/s72-c/DSC03335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3566618865191914051</id><published>2008-11-01T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:35:16.995Z</updated><title type='text'>Ow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQx1755TGHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGkChDJz-G0/s1600-h/morticiamousey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263711736503146610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQx1755TGHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGkChDJz-G0/s320/morticiamousey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I did a very lazy thing today, I ordered the grocery shopping online to be delivered to the house. Now before you all say I'ma lazy mouse, let me explain... My darling hubby doesn't drive, he just does the biker thing, so for the past 8 ish years, I've been doing the shopping without a break (Even when I had mumps, I had to shuffle around the supermarket like an over-grown, food collected in it's cheeks, hamster) so, after having flu, waiting at work to do good ol' month end I decided to be well....bloody lazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, it's the first time I've ever done any online grocery and I'll admit it, I made one or two errors. For example, I buy multi-bag crisps, so there are lots of different variety, what I didn't notice was that I didn't order those but ordered individual packets of crisps...whoops. I excelled myself on the potatoes though and managed to order four big bags full, so...that's a lot of potatoes really...all in all, it wasn't so bad and I didn't forget anything major, although I'll probably never do it again and I'll chalk this one down to experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ya know, it's quite a horrid feeling when your head feels like you have it in a vice and someone keeps tightening it...meanie, Bob ain't happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I keep checking deliveries for my Wii Fit and skiing, SO coola, can't wait for it to arrive at the shop so I can go pick it up, may be next week now though, I don't know, the mystery that is the post, ya just never know when it's gonna show and more importantly, when they're gonna let you know that it's arrived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ya know, this happened a few weeks ago, we were on holiday and went to Glastonbury for the day and I decided to get my ear pierced again....so we find a tattooist who does the old stab stab and I got in and this lovely lady, who said she didn't believe in guns when peiricing but prefered the good ol' needle,...asked would I prefer a stud or a hoop? I went for hoop, after bad experiences with hair getting wrapped around the stud, anyways, we go through to one of the cubicles, I gets a seat on a nice medical bed and have a backwards view of what she's about to do it me via a mirror mounted on the opposite wall. She gets the box of hoops out, looks at them, then my ear and puts them away muttering "I think you'll need a bigger one"...I had but one quick through across my mind which was something in the region of "Did she just call my ears fat?"...so anyways, I gets a lovely hoop which is green, of course, so she sorts out the piercing, puts the hoop in and gets a peice of paper towel....but then sits and looks at me as though I'd just grown another head..."Are you sure you're human? You're not bleeding" hey, what can I say, my body is hardcore too and avoids bleeding unless going for a lil attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, after she makes me sit there for a few more minutes to make sure my blood wasn't playing some form of peeky boo with her, we gets on our way. We go to the best cafe EVER invented EVER and have a lovely latte out in the warmish sun. It's at this point my hubby looks and admires my beautiful, blood-free piercing...and then it happens.."I wouldn't mind getting my lobe pierced again, Let's have a look at where your three are in your lobe" slight pause..."Whoa, you've got HUGE lobes!! You have three peircings in your lobe! My third one will have to go into cartiledge." It was around this point that the woman's words came back to me and I realise, I shall be ever thought of as Dumbo, it's amazing how 10 minutes of your life can change the way you look at yourself, no longer mouse, I'm now the bloody elephant!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ahem, the reason why I mention this is because I was covering my ears ealier due to another unprovoked attack about me having big ears! Now, if you ask him, he'll say that "I wasn't saying your ears are big, more that mine are small"...uh huh, now remember I'm of the female variety and have the right to take anything you say and twist how ever I deem fit, welcome to the world of the mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okies, I have a serious pile of homework that needs addressing, so, as always, take care of yourselves and I shall be around...at some point, oh! and in honour of it being All Hallow's Eve last night, check me out as Morticia Mouse :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3566618865191914051?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3566618865191914051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3566618865191914051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/ow.html' title='Ow...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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/_iwOk3pOGN6c/SQx1755TGHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGkChDJz-G0/s72-c/morticiamousey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-298479717130476268</id><published>2008-10-31T09:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:11:31.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Sleep deprivation and green genies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After complaining yesterday with regards to being so tired, I've managed to get NO sleep at all last night, so I'm at work (Got in an hour and a half early) completely amazed with the outside world I've not seen for three whole days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To say I'm feeling a little rough wouldn't really cut it, the words I would use to describe how I feel aren't really appropriate for this kind of blog, but I'm sure you can all come up with some by yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I've make the executive decision that once I've completed month end procedure I shall be going home to go and pass out and dream of green genies...Although, the better idea would be to keep going today so that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can actually sleep tonight...Either way, as soon as post arrives and I've completed month end I'm outta here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I apologise now for any typos but I have my cool blood like nails on, and they're reather long so I'm tending to type two letters instead of the one that I actually want, plus the fact that my brain is AWOL and I still feel like plop I'm not checking it like I usually do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its rather chilly out there today, or so I've been told, my temperature is through the roof, bar my legs, which is realy weird, they're all cold again...I really should keep a blanket in my drawer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm babbling, I'm aware of this but I'm waiting post which doesn't get here until something after 11.30am which is far too late, when all I want to do is curl up somewhere and go sleepies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wow, I've just been into the factory and it's freezing in there! I'm sat back in the office with my coat on and scarf over my legs! Trying to stay awake is rather hard these days. I remember the good ol' days when I could do an alnighter, pull off a day of work and still be fine to do it more than four times a week...without battering an eye lid...too much. Got to love caffiene...in any form it may come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Still awaiting post....so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Duck girl did learn something new today, as did the mouse....apparently diarys lie about time differences and New Zealand is more than 12 hours in front of us! See now you've learnt something too! Not to mention the bloke she got out of bed so he could answer the phone...whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;POST IS HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laterz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-298479717130476268?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/298479717130476268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/298479717130476268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-deprivation-and-green-genies.html' title='Sleep deprivation and green genies'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-6243313102867488650</id><published>2008-10-30T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:32:15.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Bird flu vs Mouse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, so it's regular flu, but damn it's knocked me for six. Thats why I've not been updating my blog, I've mainly been sleeping and trying to keep my temperature below 300 degrees (I may be exagerating slightly but you get the idea) My fever broke last night which was the least fun I've had in ages, and I'm feeling...ugh today....but I thought that I would pop on so you all know I didn't up and die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I have to go into work tomorrow as it's month end, so I hate to think what state I'll be in when i get there, I seriously feel like I've not slept in a week and yet, that's what I've been doing most of the time...weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I gotta go out the house tomorrow anyways, it's All Hallow's Eve, and, although we tend not to do the dress up thing here :( (I seriously want SJP's Witch outfit from the film, Hocus Pocus, and am currently in negotiations for a bet for me to wear that when I'm on holiday next year in Glastonbury)..I do have some wicked nails which are black, the tips red and they "drip" in to the main nail like blood, so cool. Mouse has only done Hallowe'en properly once, a few years ago when she went as Morticia Mouse, heh that was fun and people are weird, they all said that the goth looked suited me...now don't get me wrong, nuffin wrong with goth, I like goth...I'm not really into black make-up and black nails, not really my thing, but some of the clothes I've seen are beyond beautiful, so watch this space, I may enter Gothdem in my own sweet time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okies, time for another mug of tea and getting cozy on the settee, hopefully Mouse will be better and be around more shortly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't do anything I wouldn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-6243313102867488650?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6243313102867488650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/6243313102867488650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/bird-flu-vs-mouse.html' title='Bird flu vs Mouse...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3000536768083261534</id><published>2008-10-27T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:37:25.139Z</updated><title type='text'>Cold...cold.....COLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am, by far, a winter person, mainly because I seem to have my own inbuilt boiler that ensures my body always stays at a toasty 95oC...so when autumn/winter roll around I'm a happy mouse...however, today is COLD and for some unknown reason my boiler has been disconnected today so I am frozen, I can't feel my legs. I think I may be poorly, the occasional sneezes and banging headache I have are just some of the clues I have pointing that way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It's got to the stage were we have both radiators on and the office door shut, I think that I deserve some sympathy, from someone...somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still in budget hell, but I can finally see light at the end of the tunnel with them and I hope to complete them today...but, the most pressing thing on my mind is the fact...I can't feel my legs, they're starting to get painful now with how cold they are...I don't think that's a good thing and neither is me sitting at my desk rubbing them frantically, I just don't think its the company image that they're trying to portray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm contemplating taking the day off when we go see WWE in Nottingham and visiting Nottingham Castle, I'm not sure yet, my head hurts and I've found that making decisions while that's hurting is a bad move and leads to regret. However, my extra long, extra knitted scarf has come to the rescue and I now look like those of the older generation, sat on the sea-front with blankets over their knees, you know what? They're really on to something there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, we've had another birth in the family, we have another baby fish, or baby boggle fish, as we like to call them (they're really balloon mollies for those that care) He's a lil cutie and about -- that long, we've given him his own nursery as we do have sharks and other fish which would like to make him their lunch, and that's really not a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Okies, apparently the computers here are shutting down as they see fit...so, I'ma save this and maybe write laters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stay safe out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3000536768083261534?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3000536768083261534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3000536768083261534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/coldcoldcold.html' title='Cold...cold.....COLD!!!'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-9130916512987421216</id><published>2008-10-25T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:32:23.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperCross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just got back from Sheffield Arena and watching Supercross (motorcross indoors)...it was fantastic! We were nearer the garage doors this time, so I've only a slight headache and I didn't, this time, have any fear lighting up a ciggie in case I went up in a big bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; No one, luckily, was injured this year (We've seen some nasty ones over the past few years) and it was just a fun time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okies, I know it's a short post but I'ma gonna chill for a lil and...I've run outta things to say :O it's a miracle, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stay safe out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-9130916512987421216?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/9130916512987421216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/9130916512987421216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/supercross.html' title='SuperCross'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-8544026551425422625</id><published>2008-10-24T19:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:55:07.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw V...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've finally seen Saw V, and yes, the ending had my jaw on the floor....for ALL the wrong reasons..The thoughts in my head when my jaw hit the floor were "...wow, this is the end, there is no twist"...talk about an anti-climax, so the adverts were correct "You won't believe the ending" I didn't, mainly because....it wasn't exactly a twist...at all, it was a straight forward film. It filled in some blanks (I won't go into details for those who wish to see it but have yet to) I'm not, actually, disappointed in the actual film, it was certainly better than IV....oh, well another year until we get to VI, the final chapter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm real exhausted so I'ma not putting much tonight, I'll catch you alls another time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-8544026551425422625?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8544026551425422625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/8544026551425422625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/saw-v.html' title='Saw V...'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5985805964437317909</id><published>2008-10-24T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:14:23.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking through the black/grey/white/green haze type thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This fantastic title is brough to you by....DUCK GIRL! (She vetoed the whole lady thing and stuck with girl, can't say I blame her...nor that it makes much difference either way, but, just in case you're wondering, Duck Girl is formally known as Duck Lady [AFKADL for short])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll apologise now for my state of mind, I'm not doing too well today, getting the snuffles, banging headache, I think Nora the germ is back, which doesn't bode well for being in snotsville while being at the cinema, but we shall see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Things are pretty quiet on the work front today, still have budgets to do but I'm only here for the morning and there is a management meeting...as I speak complete chaos decends upon our company, the book man has arrived and after 10 minutes of figuring who owes what, he realises that he has a pound too much, after Bob, finally kicks in to my brain I realise that £4.00 + £3.50 = £7.50 and not the £8.50 I gave him, and yes, I work in accounts, I DID say that my brain was fried this morning! I just told the guy that next time he should come with his accountant and then it wouldn't have been so painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'm gloating a little, everyone else bought cookery books, snowman place mats and the mighty mouse has come away with a book with regards to the first world war (The fact I have no intention of ever reading it is irrelevant) I'm the intellectual amongst the entire office!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two hours and twentyfive minutes until I get to leave and I may even have to have a nap before the cinema, to say I'm drained is an understatement, my head hurts so bad that I even had to turn down the coffee today, sticking to tea....tis a painful yet intellectual day in the world of the mouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh no! There is an emergency at the office, we're out of milk!! No tea!!! Not good!! I may have to go down and see "the man who talks too fast and confuses Duck Girl" I may have to think of a shorter version of that name, I believe they may have a secret stash of milk, or maybe, one better, a cow they can go milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, I shall be back later, after I've seen Saw V! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Goodbyas out there and no doing anything I wouldn't do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until the next time...(probably later on today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5985805964437317909?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5985805964437317909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5985805964437317909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-through-blackgreywhitegreen.html' title='Looking through the black/grey/white/green haze type thing'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-2870745230649150310</id><published>2008-10-23T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:34:10.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw Eve and general ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well, tis the eve of Saw V and I've just finished watching Saw IV again. My husband has given me his prediction and I disagree completely, mainly because I don't want to have any ideas of the "right ending" before I've seen it, I've a few ideas of my own but nothing to back them up, more how I would like the story to go more than anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'll admit it, if it's a thriller/psychological film, there is nothing worse for me than me figuring it out before I get to the end, when that twist, which is meant to leave you with your jaw on the floor, just has me nodding, confirming what I already knew is beyond disappointing to me. The reason for this is simple, in life, as in film, I take people on face value, the character they portray, or are as in real life, is the one I go with, so if it gets to the stage that I know who the "real bad guy is" before it's revealed, the film has failed me, it has been too obvious, whether intentionally, or at a more subconscious level. Saw III was guilty of this, I didn't have the details worked out, but I didn't have the "Oh my gosh...no, I never saw that one coming" reaction at the end, because my brain had figured most of it out for me. (Bob, obviously, didn't want to play swing ball then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Saw IV didn't give me that, mainly because I have issues watching films that are not in chronological order, so at the end of that film, the lights came up, I turned to my hubby and said "I am so confused". The BEST film ending that had me bowled over, literally, was Ripper, fantastic film and still kinda gets me when I think about it...and Saw, the original film, I didn't see that ending coming either. I don't look for the clues that may or may not be there, I let the film take me where it wants to, I just hope, by putting that much faith in it, it doesn't let me down in the end but....so many films do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe there is to be a Saw VI, which will be the last one to tidy up all the open ends, so I'm expecting a fair few big questions to remain unanswered, I'm hoping it's less confusing and a better film in general than the last two have been, but I shall know that tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know, I've come to realise this blog this is kinda fun and it's nice to talk about what I think without that bored look on people's faces when I start ranting, my computer is nice to me like that, lets me babble and doesn't once tell me to shut up...if I get booted offline now, I'm gonna take that personally....ok, I'm still connected lets move on quick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You ever get that feeling you know something, completely without...well, anything to back it up? I've got that going on right now, it's not the first time and I doubt it'll be the last time, but that's where I am. hmm how much am I willing to share...I'm looking for someone I've not seen in a few years, lost contact with, if you like, and the years mellow you to people's actions and growing up makes you see that things aren't always black and white, they're mainly grey. Don't get me wrong, I still like to see the world in black and white, because that's core to who I am, but I'm aware of the grey areas and once, every so often, I stumble across them and have to have a fight within my head as to where I stand on it...I think I went off on a tangent there again, anyways, I wrote to this person, as Mouse 007 has tracked them down, but no response. This is where my feeling kicks in, it's not that they don't want to contact me, it's because they are...there isn't quite the word I want here, available to my brain right now, they're not scared, nor worried per se, more that they are....well, concerned is the wrong word too...Without details, they did something that I find hard to forgive, and I'm your typical "forgive but never forget", however this was really hard to forgive and I'm not sure I ever will, completely. However, we all make mistakes, I know this just as much, if not more, than other people and I need this person back in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, I've written again, managed to get a phone number for somewhere I believe they're connected to and, not bombarded them, but I'm not giving up. Someone once told me that I can be quite stubborn at times....when I say one person I really mean most people who know me, so I'm not giving up because I think we can both benefit from getting back in touch and short of turning up on their doorstep (It's rather further than the trip to Birmingham hubby was whining about last night) I'm doing the best I can, although there will come a time when I'm prepared to admit they don't want to get back in touch, that time has not come as yet so we shall see. This brings me nicely onto another topic, when is trying to get in touch with someone become stalking?  There must come a time when you cross that line, I think I'm safe at the moment but it's something I shall be monitoring, just in case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I think that mouse needs to do something other than type a load of ramblings, I do have other things to do, although it may not appear that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-2870745230649150310?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2870745230649150310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/2870745230649150310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/saw-eve-and-general-ramblings.html' title='Saw Eve and general ramblings'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-5685071986191190947</id><published>2008-10-23T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:51:48.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a cold day in Mouse land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, here I am, back at work, my life is fun packed, you really don't have to point that out to me, I already know. A correction on my first blog "Old Skool" where my lovely hubby pointed out that Acountancy wasn't voted the most boring occupation, it was the least sexy. This coming from a man that works in IT...talk about nerdy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; So, anyways, I sorted out parking and travel to Nottingham, by my estimation, even if it were rush hour, it would take less than an hour, so if you're ever stuck for directions....NEVER ask my husband. Actually, he could have just been winding me up, I don't know, it's hard to tell sometimes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to be in budget hell for most of the day, which means this blog, probably ain't gonna get much written, but you never know, I'm world reknowned for my multi-tasking skills, although when I say world reknowned, I really mean...just that I can multi-task...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have done a monumental thing, I have booked Saw V tickets for tomorrow afternoon as I've booked the afternoon off work! I'm SO excited about finally seeing it, it had better be good...or...I'll be disappointed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've just noticed, I've put a poster on my wall entitled "Sayings we'd like to see on those office inspriation posters", it's one of those email lists you get and I have two of my favourite sayings on there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Rome did not create a great empire by having meetings, they did it by killing all those who opposed them." - there is only one slight problem with this one, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and my ultimate favourite one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Go the extra mile, it makes your boss look like an incompetent slacker"..this is both amusing and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; You might have noticed that I'm struggling and floundering in writing this blog right now, that would be because I am running on a few hours sleep and I've not had enough coffee yet, although my tummy keeps warning me not too, cuz I feel sick, but hey, I'm a trooper, and coffee IS my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tis the afternoon and I'm all alone in the mighty accounts office, you might have noticed that I don't use people's names, because for one, that would be unfair, but mainly because I don't wanna hear the whining and bitching that would happen should I put names on here and they find out. So, me and Duck Lady (She doesn't know this yet, and if she doesn't like the name I've given she can vito it) are going to come up with suitable nicknames for the office peoples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It could be exciting and amusing, well we'll be amused anyways, it doesn't take much around here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can hear the budget's calling my name, so for now, fair blog I must leave you, but I shall return, at some point, I don't know where or when but it'll at least keep all one of you that's reading this thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there and wrap up warm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-5685071986191190947?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5685071986191190947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/5685071986191190947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-cold-day-in-mouse-land.html' title='It&apos;s a cold day in Mouse land'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-7472034446922188972</id><published>2008-10-22T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:48:36.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Robin Hood, pray may you give me directions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The tale of finding Nottingham Arena continues. My ever-so-helpful, sarcastic hubby has googled the old fella and, apparently, he believes it'll take us 3 to 4 days to get there, if it's busy as it's on back roads. What my darling husband fails to realise is that he's completely and utterly useless when it comes to directions, journey times...and anything of that nature. Apologies, I was interupted then, by the aforementioned bloke, see we have another adventure coming up in Janaury, we're off to see TNA in Birmingham, I know where this is and how to get there, but he's whining about the distance, plus the fact he wanted me to start a website entitled &lt;a href="http://www.whydidibuythesetickets.com/"&gt;www.whydidIbuythesetickets.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; he's such a delightful gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...oh, apparently I have to park in the city centre...uh, not so good, does anyone else in blog land know where I can park my beloved car that won't get bullet holes in the side of it? ahh plop...this keeps getting worse, apparently the car park we have to use is the evil one I lost my car in when I had to dump it there and grab a taxi so I could get to a building I was having an exam in Nottingham a while a go...it took me an HOUR to find my damn car!! Ugh, my life sucks and nothing is easy....which makes me wonder WHY I'm actually going in the first place, it's a lot of hard work without much reward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This will continue, no doubt, as hubby frantically searches sites for a bullet-proof vest. This could end badly..(I think my husband and I are gonna come to blows about this, put a tenner on the mouse to win...I'm still undefeated on Nintendo Wii boxing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keep tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mouse x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-7472034446922188972?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7472034446922188972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/7472034446922188972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-robin-hood-pray-may-you-give-me.html' title='Oh Robin Hood, pray may you give me directions?'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384194109220414850.post-3764810277129743909</id><published>2008-10-22T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:27:20.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Skool Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You might well wonder at the title, because as you read this blog you'll find that it has nothing to do with "old Skool", I merely put that there because it causes my hubby to twitch, he REALLY doesn't like it...so I thought it would be a rather uh, productive way of introducing everyone to the world of a green mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I don't know what you were expecting when you "stumbled" on to this blog, but I'll bet you don't get anything near exciting out of this. I thought that I should be up front about the whole thing and therefore negaite any further action you may deem appropriate...like demanding the time back from me it took you to read this in the first place...I'll tell you now, for free, it ain't happening :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Anyways, after saying all that, I don't know what to write about, I'm currently at work (shhhh don't tell the boss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I'll confess it now, my career, as my husband gleefully informed me, came top of the listener's vote for Talk sport radio, for being the most boring one ever...Accountancy. I love it, Mary Poppins was right, when "my heart would overflow with joy of totalling up a balance book." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I guess I should tell you a lil more about myself, you've discovered so far that a) I like to wind my husband up and b) I work and love accountancy...wow, I'm not surprised now, that the little voice in my head left through sheer boredom...but I still have it's twin brother Bob, whom, it seems, likes the fact my brain doesn't usually bother me unless it wants to play swing ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, on to what I'm up to for the week. It's a week full of work, no college for two weeks, so I'm here Monday to Friday, and like Dolly Parton sings "working 9 til 5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On Friday, I'm hoping we get around to seeing Saw 5, I've been waiting for it for a year now, which in film land, isn't that long, but still I am hoping it answers a few questions, although I'll bet it leaves some wide open for Saw 6...For those of you familiar with the Saw franchise, I am pleased to say I now fully understand Saw IV, it only took me a few thousand times of watching it on DVD and then listening to the commentry while my hubby tried to explain it...even the pie chart he used didn't help...Having said all that, I want to watch it again before we watch Saw V and then I can, hopefully, follow Saw V and then await Saw VI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; After a trip to the cinema on Friday, Saturday, we will be off to good ole Sheffield Arena (HallamFM Arena since it sold out) to watch Motorcross...which is great fun, except the obvious flaw that it's done INSIDE the arena with just a back door open, needless to say we both come away smelling like petrol heads and with a headache that makes you feel you've drank waayyyy too much. I know this is a real long shot, but we've been going for the last few years and two years ago, I was sat next to this guy, ohhh he was...lovely, big build, longish dark hair, black leather jacket, and we were talking alot, about the bikes...and if only my hubby wasn't there...and I wasn't married all happily like....ya know...well...uhh I don't know where I'm going with this other than I'd like to sit next to him again, he was a serious babe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ahem, I think we should move on quickly, because, no doubt, I'ma gonna be in trouble for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's a point, we're off to Nottingham Arena in November to watch WWE SmackDown...I need to find out where Nottingham Arena is (I'm guessing Nottingham, but that's as far as I've got so far) I'm sure my trusty TomTom will be able (With the aid of Mr T's voice who won't take ANY of my jibber jabber and threatens to jump outta of my tomtom when I so much as look down another road that isn't on his route) to get me there safely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've got a banging headache today, it's really irritiating me, it's made even worse by the Office Princess who, in Mr T's own words, won't "stop all the jibber jabber", she's in a seperate office from me, down the hall, through reception and then on to her end office, but blooming heck, that girl is LOUD when she wants to be, I went and shut her office door, but the hint doesn't appear to be taken, tis a hard life, sometimes, being the Green Mouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm currently completely sleep deprivated, which makes me a lot more whappy than normal. Coffee is my friend, it, just about, gets me through the day...It's because of my beloved poochy, named Midnight Shadow, only called that when he's really naughty and I'm ranting at him, he's usually known as Mid or Midi...or Scooby Doo. I've had Mid since he was 10 weeks old and I had him at a point in my life when I didn't really have anyone else...He's got a bad skin condition, and although he's happy enough in himself, he's losing his fur, which isn't re-growing, but to me, he'll always be the most beautiful dog in the world. Recently, because of his treatment of steroids over the past 4 or 5 years, they're catching him up and starting to eat away at his muscles meaning he can no longer get upstairs and sleep in our bedroom, as he has since he was a pup. It's so sad to see him getting older and with him being downstairs now, I'm getting up earlier to check on him and going to bed later so I can just be with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...speaking of coffee, I think I need to go get some more... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I'ma out of here for now Mouse and her coffee need some private time, I shall be back, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;some point, if I remember the login or even the fact I have a blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mousey x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384194109220414850-3764810277129743909?l=thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3764810277129743909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384194109220414850/posts/default/3764810277129743909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofagreenmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-skool-introduction.html' title='Old Skool Introduction'/><author><name>Mousey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733262218729700520</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></entry></feed>
