<?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-11618302</id><updated>2011-12-11T08:02:36.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Gods Chick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-2674050793813320865</id><published>2007-02-07T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:46:38.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Selfless Love</title><content type='html'>You love me more than I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give freely, I take wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only there when I need you, you will never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back when I don’t get my way, but your grace always welcomes me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My empty promises are too many to count; your faithfulness has already been proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lie will ever leave your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain will I feel from the works of your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me more than life itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-2674050793813320865?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/2674050793813320865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=2674050793813320865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/2674050793813320865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/2674050793813320865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2007/02/selfless-love.html' title='Selfless Love'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-8253469872263411184</id><published>2007-02-07T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:43:26.488Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of Regret</title><content type='html'>I know you’re on the outside wanting to come in.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;What you created I destroyed, all you’ve given has gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s a mess, my life unclean.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it doesn’t matter because you’re here to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll mend the brokenness inside me,&lt;br /&gt;and wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to worry because you have so much more to give.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are never empty,&lt;br /&gt;and your blessings will never cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you don’t mind you’ve seen much worse.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the first to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hand, still hesitates, at the latch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-8253469872263411184?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/8253469872263411184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=8253469872263411184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/8253469872263411184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/8253469872263411184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-of-regret.html' title='Song of Regret'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116112730928508549</id><published>2006-10-18T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:21:49.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Planner</title><content type='html'>I met with the wedding planners today, they're really nice and gave a lot of ideas and things to think about. James is coming over on Thursday, its our anniversary. Im not sure what i'm going to make. It will give us a chnace to talk more about the wedding and discuss a budget, which we havent done yet (its terrible i know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got connect group tomorrow and Joel, my friend who I co host with, wont be able to make it so it'll give us a chance to go to Erin, the Turkish cafe we went to last month. Its a great location, had I known it was there we would have used it instead of going to Nandos, which can get boring after a while. There are only so many time you can have a quarter chicken with 2 sidelines (chips and corn on the cob). There's nothing else I want to eat when I'm there. Unless you want a salad, some wings or a burger, there isnt so much variety, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got to go now, Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116112730928508549?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116112730928508549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116112730928508549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116112730928508549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116112730928508549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/wedding-planner.html' title='The Wedding Planner'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116107593613950021</id><published>2006-10-17T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:10:04.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Remembrance of You</title><content type='html'>My fingers tremble as I eat this broken bread&lt;br /&gt;Its cold and dry but somehow warms my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It stings my tongue, but tastes so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes swell, tears fall like drops of rain into my cup.&lt;br /&gt;The wine ripples, letting off a delicate aroma&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and know its alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116107593613950021?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116107593613950021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116107593613950021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116107593613950021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116107593613950021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-remembrance-of-you.html' title='In Remembrance of You'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116047189890580912</id><published>2006-10-10T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:18:18.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORTS: The Prodigy</title><content type='html'>“Benjamin started playing when he was five, we don’t know where he gets it from.” Benjie had heard these words countless times. His mother loved talking about how talented he was; she never missed an opportunity to let everyone know her son was a musical prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started, as his mother said, when he was five. His father had bought a piano; it was very old but sounded like new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjie stood in front of it and just stared. There was something about the piano that beckoned to him, told him to play. He took a seat and lifted up the lid, his eyes rapidly moved up and down the keys, they were breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers trembled, as they got closer to the piano keys. The moment they made contact, he lost all control; playing a melody he had heard on the television, he didn’t know what it was but always liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father came running into the living room, his jaw dropped; he didn’t expect to see his Benjie seated at the piano. “Martha, come quick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it George,” she said. She had been washing the dishes and came in the room holding a wet plate. The plate landed on the floor in five pieces, Benjamin’s mother stood in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he played ‘Twinkle Twinkle’, then ‘Hot Crossed Buns’, he couldn’t stop. He kept playing all night long, his parents called all the neighbours to see their son. They shouted requests and Benji played them effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an overnight star; nothing was the same again. Everyone wanted to hear him play; tonight it was the turn of the president. Benjie was to play the closing number at the National Orchestral Charity Gala. An annual classical music festival held to raise money to keep the arts alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji’s time had come, there was a round of applause as he appeared on stage, cameras flashed, the president nodded his approval and his parents beamed in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piano stood in the middle of the stage, but Benji walked right passed it, there was a murmur from the stalls, his mother and father looked at each and shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the stage, stood a microphone, Benji lowered the stand and cleared his throat. A hush swept across the auditorium, Benji smiled at his parents who were now as pale as the whitest sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked his lips then said, “For over 10 years I’ve played for numerous people all over the world. The piano has become my life; I eat, sleep and breathe playing it. I’ve played songs after only hearing them once and till this day I am unable to actually read music.” There were a few oohs and aahs from the audience, Benji lifted up his hand to silence them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From the day my father brought a piano home I’ve had this unexplainable urge to play, but alas that urge has gone. I don’t want to play anymore.” Benji stepped back from the microphone bowed to the president, then to his parents and walked off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother was hysterical, his father called out to him, but Benji kept walking and didn’t stop, even when he got outside. Benji didn’t know where he was going; he just let his feet take him wherever they wanted to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116047189890580912?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116047189890580912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116047189890580912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116047189890580912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116047189890580912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/shorts-prodigy.html' title='SHORTS: The Prodigy'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116046926346068476</id><published>2006-10-10T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:35:09.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dehydration: or so i thought</title><content type='html'>I was reading a paper yesterday an there was an article in the paper about head problems, namely headaches. It gave a description of what a migraine was and I discovered that what I thought was dehydration was actually a migraine. You learn something knew everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116046926346068476?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116046926346068476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116046926346068476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046926346068476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046926346068476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/dehydration-or-so-i-thought.html' title='Dehydration: or so i thought'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116046902560195589</id><published>2006-10-10T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:30:25.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Conference 2006</title><content type='html'>On Thursday 28th-Saturday 30th of September, Hillsong church London had its first conference. It was amazing, there were alot of people, great speakers, and volunteers full of the servant heart. I was volunteering so go to attend some of the sessions, my favourite has to have been Brian Houston on the last night. Everyone was anointed with oil, the Holy Spirit was seriously moving in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been looking forward to the conference, when it came I felt so privelleged to be part of the beginning of something so great. Im excited about the posibilities, just think in 2010, there's every chance we could have 30,000 delegates in somewhere like Wembley Stadium. It could happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116046902560195589?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116046902560195589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116046902560195589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046902560195589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046902560195589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/hillsong-conference-2006.html' title='Hillsong Conference 2006'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-116046810645528176</id><published>2006-10-10T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:21:55.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Hey its been a while hasnt it. Well, just got wireless broadband. Hopefully I want have any problems with the net now and so wont be away for so long. Alot has happened, updates coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-116046810645528176?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/116046810645528176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=116046810645528176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046810645528176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/116046810645528176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115690022932437704</id><published>2006-08-30T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:10:29.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to bed</title><content type='html'>Isnt it really annoying when it's late and you know you should go to bed but you can't. Because you you do you'll remember that site you wanted to check out or the message you wanted to put on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115690022932437704?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115690022932437704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115690022932437704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115690022932437704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115690022932437704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-to-bed.html' title='Go to bed'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115678485610479180</id><published>2006-08-28T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:07:37.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM Users Beware</title><content type='html'>On wednesday 16th August, James and I went to check out some venues for the reception. I wanted to check if I had been paid as I was considering paying for the deposit at a venue that James had already seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go to the cash machine, expecting to see upto £600 in my account, when I pring the balance £235 is staring back at me. That's way less than what I was paid, so I print out aa mini-statement and see that my pay did go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm little confused and think maybe I spent more than I realised last week, then suddenly I see £300 on the statement. Now I dont usually print out mini-statements so I didnt know if the £300 was going in or coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go inside the bank and after about 20 or so minutes, get to see an advisor. I showed her the statement and she said it meant that money had been taken out. Shock, Horror, my heart was pounding because there is absoulutely know way that I would take out £300, I would even take out £90 unless I really had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in the bank prints off a statement of transactions for the past 4 weeks and even she said that the £300 stands out, all my other withdrawals are for £10 or £20. Apart from one, I noticed that on the 3rd August £100 had been taken out, that wasnt me either. The strange thing about this transaction was, it occured 1 min after I withdrew £20. Now, I know that wasnt me. I remember that day, the £20 was for my bus pass, I can think of no reason why I would need £100. Believe me, if I soent £100 on something I would remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to cancel my card and fill in a report, all my plans were messed up. I wanted to buy a really nice bustier (i think thats how you spell it) for the Summer Ball, and get my hair done at the hair dressers. I went for a dress instead (which was really nice) and got my sister to trim my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still waiting to hear about what they're going to do, I have to get my money back, if not it means I wont be able to go to Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extreamly careful when I take money out, and I know these things happen and how cared cloning works, still it happend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115678485610479180?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115678485610479180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115678485610479180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115678485610479180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115678485610479180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/atm-users-beware.html' title='ATM Users Beware'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115678307734357078</id><published>2006-08-28T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:46:14.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORTS: The Interview</title><content type='html'>Billy had been waiting for this for so long, the interview that would make or break him. Get the job and he would be set up for life, money would not be an issue anymore. Failure was not an option, he did not just want this job he needed it, I mean really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the biggest company’s in the industry; Billy could be one of the big boys by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post had come up three months ago, the moment he saw it his heart skipped a beat. The next day he quit his job, it was quiet exhilarating actual, being able to tell his boss what he really thought of him, gloating about how he would be earning more than he does in a year. Everyone watched as he danced around the office singing ‘The only way is up…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything had to be right, breakfast, filling but not too heavy. Hair, sleek and under control. Clothes, tailor-made at Saville Rowe. Shoes, Italian. Billy looked in the mirror and gave himself the wink and the gun, “Perfect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9am he left his house, the sun was out and the sky was clear. Rays of sun reflected off the midnight blue Mercedes he had rented for the day; this car was the finishing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive there made him feel like a celebrity, no better than a celebrity, he felt like a million dollar man. Everyone watched him cruise up to the traffic lights, their envious stares made Billy warm up inside. What would they say if they knew that he had to clear out his savings just to look this good, well Billy didn’t care, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:35am he pulled into the car park and found a spot a few yards from the main entrance, he turned off the ignition and sat just there. Billy wanted to gather his thoughts and go over his flash cards. Each one had the perfect answer to practically any question he could be asked. He looked in the rear view mirror, and watched himself, every smile; tilt of the head and laugh had been practiced to perfection. There was no reason why they would not want to take him on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45am it was time to go in. Billy took his time as he approached the reception desk, wanting to keep cool at all times. The receptionist looked up and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi can I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes my name is Billy Sax I have an interview at 10am with Peter Faulks”&lt;br /&gt;“You have an interview today?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”&lt;br /&gt;“With Mr. Faulks?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Billy “10am on the 11th”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok,” the reception tapped at her keyboard, then glanced up at Billy. “You said your name was Billy Sax right?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, is there a problem?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m afraid so Mr. Sax, it seems your interview was for the 11am on the 10th, yesterday.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115678307734357078?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115678307734357078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115678307734357078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115678307734357078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115678307734357078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/shorts-interview.html' title='SHORTS: The Interview'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115481634148037811</id><published>2006-08-05T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:19:01.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic in the Park</title><content type='html'>Today as part of the Month of Parties at church, there was a Sports Tournament and Family Fun Day at Battersea park. I took my niece along and my sister followed much later (she arrived around 4:30pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realise that the park was so big, we arrived at Chelsae gate and took the main path until we got to a sign saying 'Events Area'. I thought 'this is  a likely location', so we continued on and in the distance I saw a group people 'great', I thought. Though as I got closer it became clear that the crowd I saw was members of the public around some pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call my sister to find out where everyone was meeting (they where actually by Albert gate). Eventually we got there and tucked into the picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite tired by this time, a word of advice to anyone travelling with small children.&lt;br /&gt;DONT let them take along their scooter or bike, because you'll end up pushing the thing&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, with a handful of shopping, and they'll stroll along nonchanlantly complaining that no one is going to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway it was a good day, my niece didnt play as much as I thought she would (she was a little shy as she didnt know the other kids), though we did play a parachute game and she took part in a watermelon eating competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a catch until my sis arrived, then they played football with each other and were joined by another little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece said she enjoyed herself, she fell asleep on the bus home and didnt want to take of the face paint. It was a Butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115481634148037811?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115481634148037811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115481634148037811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115481634148037811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115481634148037811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/picnic-in-park.html' title='Picnic in the Park'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115481541545745268</id><published>2006-08-05T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:03:35.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy The Vampire Slayer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I wathced Buffy the vampire slayer, not the one with Sarah Michelle Geller, no. The original one, the movie. I remember the first time I saw it I must have been about 12 and I thought it was an good film, how immature. Wathching it last night I couldnt believe the lame joke I thought were funny, especially at the end with that vampire that takes forever to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy herself is so different from the character portrayed by Geller, and the Giles character (known as Merrick in the film), is some middle aged guy that's supposed to train the slayers while wearing a trench coat, scarf and hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I'm complaining really, I dont even like Buffy, and dont even get me started on Angel, that's another show that should never have started. I guess it's just weird how your perceptions of what's cool, funny and exciting changes over the years, and you dont realise until you're presented with some airheaded Xena wannabe that you used to think was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115481541545745268?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115481541545745268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115481541545745268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115481541545745268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115481541545745268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/buffy-vampire-slayer.html' title='Buffy The Vampire Slayer'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115469173658547470</id><published>2006-08-04T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:42:16.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Combination</title><content type='html'>Two things that don't go together are hipsters and thongs. I dont want to see someones underwear riding all the way up their back. Sometimes I think people do it on purpose, I dont see how youn cant notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok if thats what you want to wear at least have some consideration for the people walking behind you and wear a long top, or a big belt to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, wear proper jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115469173658547470?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115469173658547470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115469173658547470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469173658547470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469173658547470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-combination.html' title='Bad Combination'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115469145142323382</id><published>2006-08-04T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:37:31.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Four</title><content type='html'>Im so glad that Film Four is free. Last week I wathced Strictly Ballroom, which is one of my favourite films. The day before that I wathed Lost In Translation, another good film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something good on T.V, who needs Big Brother and Love Island. Both shows should be scrapped, BB is riduculous, it should have ended years ago, or not even started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115469145142323382?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115469145142323382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115469145142323382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469145142323382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469145142323382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/film-four.html' title='Film Four'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115469118383094206</id><published>2006-08-04T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:33:03.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moths</title><content type='html'>I hate moths, there's just something about them. When they fly around it's like they dont know where they want to go, it s very unpredictable. This summer I dont know how many I have killed (though I do feel a little guilty as they are Gods creations too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think they coming straight for me, especially when I've tried to whack one with a cloth. The worst place to see them is in the the toilet, mine is small and they appear out of knowhere as if they've been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont look too nice either, especially the huge ones. A couple of weeks ago I went into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water. There was a huge bottle on the counter, I was about to pick it up when I realised that there was something on the other side of the lid, I tapped the bottle to try and shake it off and the thing started fluttering around. Yes it was a moth, a huge moth. It was coming straight for me, as I ran out I noticed there was another one dancing around the light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had left the window open and the light on, a bad combination, I dont know how many times I tell people to switch off the light when they're done but they don't listen. Then they complain when were swarmed with pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is God and He knows why He does things the way he does. But why moths?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115469118383094206?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115469118383094206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115469118383094206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469118383094206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469118383094206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/moths.html' title='Moths'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115469040551472518</id><published>2006-08-04T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:20:05.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Old Men</title><content type='html'>Why is it that some men think they can walk upto you in a supermarket or at a bus stop, ask you 3 questions (whats your name?, where are you from?, where do you live?) and expected to recieve your phone number. Then they  get defensive when you refuse there questions and to give up your number, they defend themselves saying 'I just thought we could be friends, you know hang out sometimes.' Yeah right... I know what you want, and your not getting it from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115469040551472518?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115469040551472518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115469040551472518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469040551472518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115469040551472518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/dirty-old-men.html' title='Dirty Old Men'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115468983395756273</id><published>2006-08-04T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:13:24.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally working</title><content type='html'>At last my posts are appearing. I think something was up with blogger because non of my posts were showing up, so if you came expecting to read more of my rants I appologiose for the disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is sorted I can begin, there is alot I really want to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115468983395756273?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115468983395756273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115468983395756273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115468983395756273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115468983395756273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-working.html' title='Finally working'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115373626084782777</id><published>2006-07-24T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:17:40.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore this</title><content type='html'>its not coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115373626084782777?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115373626084782777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115373626084782777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373626084782777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373626084782777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/07/ignore-this.html' title='ignore this'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115373589633541206</id><published>2006-07-24T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:11:36.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you leave your house</title><content type='html'>I'm still finding men using corners and alley ways as their personal lavatories, it's disgusting. The other day i was walking towards the town centre (in waktham cross) and a man was standing next to one of those green boxes that have that telephone wires in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was daylight, and without any ounce of shame he was doing one of the things i hate most. When he had finished he just simply zipped up and walked away. He didnt wash his hands (he could carry wipes out of consideration), and that area had yelloe liquid trickling all around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I go on and on about this, but I will continue to go on until the parliament passes a bill making it illegal. There are plenty of places were you can go, I know public toilets arent disirable but just do what I do, GO BEFORE YOU LEAVE YOUR HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115373589633541206?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115373589633541206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115373589633541206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373589633541206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373589633541206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/07/before-you-leave-your-house.html' title='Before you leave your house'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-115373533851536146</id><published>2006-07-24T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:02:18.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light</title><content type='html'>Wow yesterdya was crazy, my sister and niece visited my church for nthe first time. Everything was going great in the first service, we were singing and my niece was looking forward to going to kids church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the alter call, which was fortunately done earlier than usual, we sang  another song. suddenly I realised the lights were going off, the the instruments went, everyone was shocked but we continued to sing and cheer (maybe some thought it was part of the 'show'). A minute later we were told by the Dominion staff that the building had to be evacuated, 20mintes later we were told the service had been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, we went to lunch and came back for the next service, but my niece didnt get to go to kids church, but will come bakc next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out there was a power cut in central London. Im glad it didnt happen last week when we had John and Lisa Bevere, what would we have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-115373533851536146?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/115373533851536146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=115373533851536146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373533851536146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/115373533851536146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114849360676359882</id><published>2006-05-24T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:00:06.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what you paid for.</title><content type='html'>At the moment i'm sitting in an internet shop, waiting to meet my connect group. This plaace is cheap (50p per hour). I can kind of see why, because it's 20p to print (i didn't realise and only paid 10p). The keyboard is filthy, im going to have to make sure I wash my hands before i eat later (we may be egoing to Nando's). Also letters 'e' and 'a' are broken, you only have to lightly touch them. If your not careful you could end up doing this eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee or aaaaaaaa.   the 'f' key is stiff so you have to pound it, and the space bar is like 'a' and 'e', I keep doing t hi  s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you really do get what you paid for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114849360676359882?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114849360676359882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114849360676359882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849360676359882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849360676359882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-get-what-you-paid-for.html' title='You get what you paid for.'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114849304875962827</id><published>2006-05-24T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:50:48.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning The War Against Spamers</title><content type='html'>I have just discovered how to stop or decrease the spams that are posted as comments. Just go to your dash board, then click settings, go to comments then click yes on the comments verifications option a little further down the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114849304875962827?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114849304875962827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114849304875962827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849304875962827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849304875962827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/winning-war-against-spamers.html' title='Winning The War Against Spamers'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114849230329612180</id><published>2006-05-24T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:38:23.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>END THE SPAM</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I HAVE SEEN A COMMENT LEFT ON MY BLOG AND DISCOVERED IT IS SPAM. WHOEVER THIS IS, STOP IT. IM NOT INTERESTED IN WHATEVER YOUR'RE SELLING OR OFFERING. IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE A GENUINE COMMENT, THEN STAY AWAY FROM MY BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114849230329612180?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114849230329612180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114849230329612180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849230329612180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114849230329612180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-spam.html' title='END THE SPAM'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114733825101417641</id><published>2006-05-11T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:11:15.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid For</title><content type='html'>Bought for a price I can not repay,&lt;br /&gt;you took my place on that hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put those nails through your hand&lt;br /&gt;and sent you to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as they dragged you through&lt;br /&gt;the streets.&lt;br /&gt;You were carrying my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it must have hurt,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never complain.&lt;br /&gt;You just smile and tell me&lt;br /&gt;i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough for&lt;br /&gt;taking off my chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray that&lt;br /&gt;I was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114733825101417641?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114733825101417641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114733825101417641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114733825101417641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114733825101417641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/paid-for.html' title='Paid For'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114716732916116676</id><published>2006-05-09T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:35:29.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour Your World</title><content type='html'>My church has an annual womens conferene called Colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year (April 28th/29th 2006) was my first year in attendence, and it was great. We had amazing speakers (will sone put up the messages). I would have loved to have been able to by books, but what I did by was a silver bracelet that says GODCHICK on it. When I saw it I thought to myself 'I've got to have this.' The weekend was great, though busy, as there weren't many guys on the team I serve on on sundays some of the girls helped out because there were over 2000 women eager to go home with something. It was like a 70% discount sale at Gucci.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun. This years was held at The Wembley Conference Centre, next year will be at The Royal Albert Hall. Cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114716732916116676?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114716732916116676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114716732916116676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114716732916116676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114716732916116676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/colour-your-world.html' title='Colour Your World'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114704389934693718</id><published>2006-05-08T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:18:19.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>Come with me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll give you the world&lt;br /&gt;I'll make your dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;all your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never grow weary&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you rest on the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;and cast your troubles in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with me&lt;br /&gt;and find peace everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Be filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;and cry with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die with me&lt;br /&gt;and live forever more&lt;br /&gt;Worship with the angels&lt;br /&gt;and dine with the Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114704389934693718?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114704389934693718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114704389934693718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114704389934693718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114704389934693718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114704349204043360</id><published>2006-05-08T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:11:32.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Fourteen</title><content type='html'>The way of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is true and right&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love flows in abundance&lt;br /&gt;and will never run dry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the cross was nailed&lt;br /&gt;Every charge against us&lt;br /&gt;On the cross He bore&lt;br /&gt;all our pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through His death we have life&lt;br /&gt;Through His life we are saved&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever compare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114704349204043360?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114704349204043360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114704349204043360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114704349204043360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114704349204043360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-fourteen.html' title='Two Fourteen'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114695983927988001</id><published>2006-05-07T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:57:19.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beforw I Go To Bed</title><content type='html'>Just got to let you know that on Wednesday 3rd of May, Michael, got water baptised at my connect group. It was so great, what an awesome night. Then an hour after we had prayed, to close the evening (even though no one really leaves til  after dessert, unless its fruit), we got an email, which answered one of the prayers. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114695983927988001?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114695983927988001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114695983927988001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695983927988001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695983927988001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-beforw-i-go-to-bed.html' title='Just Beforw I Go To Bed'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114695413003697542</id><published>2006-05-06T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:22:10.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Blog</title><content type='html'>I've spent pretty much the last five minutes pressing that next blog button, and all I got was a load of spanish blogs and boring stuff. Im to use the boring route now and see who I can find based on my interests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114695413003697542?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114695413003697542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114695413003697542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695413003697542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695413003697542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/next-blog.html' title='Next Blog'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114695313322495253</id><published>2006-05-06T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:05:33.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last</title><content type='html'>Hurray Hurra, I finally have the internet at home again. But it wasn't easy, when we were first connected the web pages looked funny. The fonts were the wrong size, alot of pictures werent appearing and there was no background colour. So I had to play around in internet options then finally and quite resourcefully found the solutiomn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, get ready for regular updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114695313322495253?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114695313322495253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114695313322495253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695313322495253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114695313322495253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-last.html' title='At Last'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114605332877573267</id><published>2006-04-26T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:08:48.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way</title><content type='html'>By the way, im engaged. Im not going to bore you with the details have how (well maybe later if i feel like it.) Will be back with more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114605332877573267?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114605332877573267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114605332877573267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114605332877573267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114605332877573267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/04/by-way.html' title='By the way'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114605317836450888</id><published>2006-04-26T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:06:18.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I should be getting the internet at home soon, so I will be here more regularly, pretty much everyday if possibe (i have alot to say. like dont men look funny crossing thir legs when they sit down). Anyway stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114605317836450888?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114605317836450888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114605317836450888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114605317836450888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114605317836450888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-114380301451428631</id><published>2006-03-31T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:03:34.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi all its been along time. But im back briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I dont have regular net access i don't knoe when i'll be here next so I thought i would say hi. I will try and come as often as possible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch This Space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-114380301451428631?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/114380301451428631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=114380301451428631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114380301451428631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/114380301451428631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-112047633055950712</id><published>2005-07-04T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:27:28.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've practically lost my voice</title><content type='html'>With my niece being unwell, I developed a soat throat last week. It began to go away but then Wednesday I noticed my voice was going a bit croaky, but it was ok again on saturday. Then I remebered that Sunday was going to be a worship service and no matter what the condition of my vocals were, I knew that there was no way I was going to stay quiet and give my voice a rest. So now its Monday and it's not as bad as it could have been, I just can't reach those high notes (friends in the past have said it sounds sexy, it may sound sexy to them but i feel like I've got a chicken bone stuck down my throat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be back by Wednesday or I'll have to cancel work, then work extra hours on Saturday to make up for it (i need the cash). But then taking Wed off wont be so bad because I can work on the lifegroup notes and try and see my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-112047633055950712?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/112047633055950712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=112047633055950712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047633055950712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047633055950712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-practically-lost-my-voice.html' title='I&apos;ve practically lost my voice'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-112047573681833232</id><published>2005-07-04T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:15:36.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>I just love a good worship service, there's nothing better than when God's people forget their worries and just lift up their hands towards Him. The atmosphere feels electric, you can feel God's presence and you just want to stay like that all night long. God is good and greatly to be praised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-112047573681833232?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/112047573681833232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=112047573681833232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047573681833232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047573681833232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/07/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-112047535117263857</id><published>2005-07-04T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:26:26.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Louise</title><content type='html'>Well Louise is going back to Denmark this afternoon and she will be greatly missed, its a shame she has to go but I know that has something awesome planned for her. She was a great lifegroup leader, it wont be the same with out her. So Farvel Louise, have an awesome trip. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-112047535117263857?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/112047535117263857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=112047535117263857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047535117263857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/112047535117263857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-bye-louise.html' title='Good Bye Louise'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111934986618421084</id><published>2005-06-21T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:31:06.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Good Morning how was your night…&lt;br /&gt;Oh you’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the time; I’ll make sure you’re not late.&lt;br /&gt;So what did you want to talk to me about…?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see I’ll send an angel to see her there safely.&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend’s money is on its way,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told her neighbour to give her a hand.&lt;br /&gt;That girl on the news will be found tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry she’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has cancelled their appointment,&lt;br /&gt;So your Dad will be squeezed in.&lt;br /&gt;And your sister will come to me very soon,&lt;br /&gt;Just be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;Now how about you,&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you want?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he’s the one be patient though,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll ask you very soon.&lt;br /&gt;That’s ok; it’s what I’m here for.&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111934986618421084?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111934986618421084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111934986618421084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934986618421084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934986618421084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/06/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111934903691987195</id><published>2005-06-21T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:17:16.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;When you wake up each day I’m by your side&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you dress and brush your hair&lt;br /&gt;But I’m ignored, do you really not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to talk&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how wonderful your really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what this day would bring&lt;br /&gt;Your dream’s around the corner, it’s not that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years have passed&lt;br /&gt;Since you last called my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m patient, and though you may not always know this&lt;br /&gt;I’ll love you all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111934903691987195?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111934903691987195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111934903691987195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934903691987195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934903691987195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111934857930602802</id><published>2005-06-21T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:05:14.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;What is this truth you're seeking&lt;br /&gt;As you question me again&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to admit I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll have to take the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you opened the door&lt;br /&gt;That let the darkness in&lt;br /&gt;You gave the beast its power&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you expect&lt;br /&gt;From one so young&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tough&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I have gone for help&lt;br /&gt;As you where under its spell&lt;br /&gt;I fought the only way I could&lt;br /&gt;With no one to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the beast fought for victory&lt;br /&gt;And it almost won&lt;br /&gt;Then one day it just left&lt;br /&gt;But my pain lives on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what is this truth you're seeking&lt;br /&gt;The one you pray that you'll forget&lt;br /&gt;It's the words you hear me speaking&lt;br /&gt;And it's the only one you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111934857930602802?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111934857930602802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111934857930602802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934857930602802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111934857930602802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/06/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111869206060586831</id><published>2005-06-13T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:47:40.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>Ive just seen my results for strategic marketing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so in state uni terms I guess that would be a 1st. Havn't go results of I.T yet but will let you know when I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111869206060586831?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111869206060586831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111869206060586831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111869206060586831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111869206060586831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/06/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111848214369642127</id><published>2005-06-11T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:29:03.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so birthday</title><content type='html'>Its saturday morning and im sitting in an internet shop looking for info on BP for my assignment. Yester was my birthday,  so this evening im having a little do with some friends at a place called Bar Kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to use the net before going to work but I was in the house all day. I then left for work a little late only to find that something had taken place at seven sisters so there was a queue of about 10-15 buses stuck ion the bus lane. I had to jump off the bus and run down to catch bus 41. I contemplated taking the tube but decided to go to Archway first and then see how much time I had left.&lt;br /&gt;So I got the 41 2mins later and got to Archway to find a load of police motorbikes racing up the street and police officers running into the station. I'm not sure what happened but it had to do with something going bang and someone/people being chased. So the station was closed and my only option was the bus, if I could get it quickly then I would just about make it.&lt;br /&gt;Well the 134 came and it was a while before we could get on because the machine wasn't working, but eventully it set off. When I got to Kentish Town I decided to get off one stop early because it looked like their was traffic (there wasn't). I walked up the street where my workplace is thinking I may be 5mins late only to find some of my collegues outside getting some "fresh air" i.e smoking.&lt;br /&gt;So I made it on time (10mins early), after all that worry. At this point it started to feel less and less like my birthday, so I just hope today will be great because I need a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111848214369642127?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111848214369642127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111848214369642127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111848214369642127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111848214369642127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-so-birthday.html' title='The not so birthday'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111755454415152321</id><published>2005-05-31T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:49:27.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang: Good Friends Are There Forever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw James off at the station on his way to work. When he treid to go through the barrier he realised that his friend, who had borrowed his travel card, gave him back a bus pass.&lt;br /&gt;He was already late, there was along queue and the quick ticket machines wouldn't take cash so I had to use my card.&lt;br /&gt;So he finaly goes to catch his train and I turn to walk away when I hear someone scream out my name like I've been caught somewhere I shouldn't be. I turn around and who do I see but Hang, my best friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got talking and I gave her my number. She's married and has a baby boy. What I can't stop thinking about is how easily we could have missed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) James was running late in the first place (mainly my fault as always).&lt;br /&gt;2) I only new he had problems with his ticket because I looked back, if not I would have been out the station and on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;3) If I hadn't offered to buy his ticket and he had to line up instead she would have wlaked right passed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what it would be like to see my old friends again. Would they remember me?, would we have anything to talk about?. But it was great seeing her again.&lt;br /&gt;Man, some things where just meant to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111755454415152321?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111755454415152321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111755454415152321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111755454415152321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111755454415152321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/hang-good-friends-are-there-forever.html' title='Hang: Good Friends Are There Forever'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111754107030467129</id><published>2005-05-31T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:04:30.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage against the Computers</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm supposed to be doing System Analysis and Design, but the net is playing up. Eveytime I try to search something it say 'Site Not Found'. This internet thing really gets on my nerves sometime.&lt;br /&gt;I've only managed to get a little paragraph about the role of a Project Manager, but I just copied and pasted it so its pratically nothing compared to what I should have (and would normally have) produced by now.&lt;br /&gt;Well this class is finishing now, I have an hours break before the next. I wasn't going to go out but I just have to now. I can't sit at a computer that won't do what I tell it, in a room where all the good computers are taken and most of the students treat it like their bedrrom.&lt;br /&gt;I mean have they no shame, you would think they've had no home training. Im going now, I dont want to turn this into a long rant about my fellow students (if you can call them that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111754107030467129?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111754107030467129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111754107030467129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111754107030467129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111754107030467129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/rage-against-computers.html' title='Rage against the Computers'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111753538090424942</id><published>2005-05-31T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:29:40.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>I've fallen again and I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I've let my weakness take over, is it right that I should pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seem so wrong to call your name&lt;br /&gt;To ask forgiveness, to hide my shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry always seem to do the trick&lt;br /&gt;A pretty cover up, this time won't stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I come before you&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth can't speak the words your longing&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you hear my heart instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111753538090424942?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111753538090424942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111753538090424942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753538090424942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753538090424942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111753391336733834</id><published>2005-05-31T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:07:36.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeemed</title><content type='html'>I lay there as you invade&lt;br /&gt;I can't move&lt;br /&gt;Fear paralysis me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to scream&lt;br /&gt;As you take advantage&lt;br /&gt;But my lips are sealed with shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took away my innocence&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't keep it long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man who gave it back&lt;br /&gt;For nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;He told me I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And showed me that He cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;He loved me&lt;br /&gt;And wiped away the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His open arms&lt;br /&gt;He took my shame&lt;br /&gt;As he hung before the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111753391336733834?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111753391336733834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111753391336733834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753391336733834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753391336733834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/redeemed.html' title='Redeemed'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111753289120106130</id><published>2005-05-31T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:48:11.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carriage</title><content type='html'>She sits in anticipation as the train pulls into the station, scanning the platform she looks for that familiar face. There he was waiting patiently for the doors to open, he steps in and takes his usual seat near the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She notices his new haircut and smiles approvingly, it makes him look like Brad Pitt. Still smiling she catches the eye of a man sitting opposite her, who smiles back with a little wink. He's new, a bit greasy, looks like a yuppie, one of those city boys. No not her type, she'll stick with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she called him, 'Ben', it was nice, he was nice. If only she could talk to him, what would she say, "Hi I'm..." No that wouldn't work. Just talk to him, she's annoyed at herself for being so shy, so boring, so...so probably not his type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably got a girlfriend, Candice, Stephanie, or Tamara. She's a model, tall, long legs, blonde, skinny, and..&lt;br /&gt;The train stops Mr Greasy gets off and glances back at her, she cringes and realises that 'Ben' will get off at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now or never, adrenalin pumps through her with each heart beat as she gets up and sits in the empty seat next to his. He smiles, Brad Pitt definitely. "Hi I'm Joanne," she says stretching out her hand. He takes it "Hi I'm.." Damn she's day dreaming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train stops, the doors open, he gets off and follows the signs towards the exit. As the train leaves the platform he turns and watches her starring into the distance. She was always there when he got on the train, seated in the middle of the carriage. He sighed hoping she liked his haircut and was annoyed with his inability to speak to her&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, he'll speak to her tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111753289120106130?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111753289120106130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111753289120106130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753289120106130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753289120106130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/carriage.html' title='The Carriage'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111753141423636544</id><published>2005-05-31T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:53:30.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer</title><content type='html'>I've decided that since I want to get involved in media, particularly written media, I might as well get some practice as i've not really had any experience apart from english lessons at school. So to follow will be what i've come up with. Hope you like it, feel free to comment but remember this is my first go so the Simon Cowells of the world need not read any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111753141423636544?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111753141423636544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111753141423636544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753141423636544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111753141423636544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/writer.html' title='The Writer'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111693688775776606</id><published>2005-05-24T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:14:47.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves a cheerful giver</title><content type='html'>I feel that this scripture has been miss used alot in the church. I've heard so many ministers use it as a way to get people to give during the tithe and offering. Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=54&amp;chapter=9&amp;amp;verse=7&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;2 Corinthians 9:7&lt;/a&gt;, it's supposed to encourage people to give from the heart and because they want to, not because they feel they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul (they guy who wrote Corinthians) says that God loves a cheerful giver he means that God wants you to be happy when you give. If your going to give through force or grudgingly then you might as well not give because its not with a cheerful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you give should be what you have decided based on what you have been blessed with or what you feel God has laid on your heart to give whether to the church or to a particular person. You shouldn't give a certain amount just because its what others give or because its what the mninister has told you to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Gods promises are made to us because we are His children, as long as we follow His word those promise will be fulfilled. Giving is just a way to say thank you for blessing me, because you have done this I will give this to you or for your purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using scriptures like this wrongly is the kind of thing that is leading people to think that churches are just after our money, when they're not (or shouldn't).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111693688775776606?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111693688775776606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111693688775776606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693688775776606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693688775776606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-loves-cheerful-giver.html' title='God loves a cheerful giver'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111693581785861032</id><published>2005-05-24T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:56:57.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceland</title><content type='html'>Last week at work we were doing a project about Iceland (the country not the supermarket), and it seems like a great place to visit. Its only 3-4 hours away from europe, has a temperate and seasonal climate, and the natural scenary such as the geysers and  hotsprings sound so inviting. So one day (I don't know when I would love to go there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111693581785861032?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111693581785861032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111693581785861032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693581785861032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693581785861032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/iceland.html' title='Iceland'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111693500250440793</id><published>2005-05-24T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:43:22.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester</title><content type='html'>I've just seen my marketing lecturer to get the resulst of the marketing plan and to go over it with him. He said it was a good attempt considering we had no background knowledge and gave us 75%. So im just waiting to get the overall grade for the course, im not sure how my IT is going, ill have to wait for taht one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be likely that i will not be returning if i cant sort my finances out. My lecturer says that i can go and think about how much i can give in installments then he'll speak to the guys in the office. If i can get a job that will bring in enough money and allow me to take off time to study, it will be great. So i will just have to see. I really want to continue the course, I know the facilities arent great but the lecturers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well God I'll just have to see how things work out, but whatever happens I will follow the path you lay out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111693500250440793?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111693500250440793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111693500250440793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693500250440793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111693500250440793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-semester.html' title='New Semester'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111580617764133595</id><published>2005-05-11T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T11:10:45.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Still Here</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted a messages in a while so I thought I'd just put something down so you didnt think i'd suddenly dissapeared. Alot has gone on in the past few weeks relating to work and uni (details to come). At the moment im sitting in an internet cafe with 11mins left, then im off to see James, who's brother arrived from Italy on Sunday (Welcome to London Felix). He thinks London is a ghetto (can't blame him). Hopefully he'll get to see more of London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111580617764133595?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111580617764133595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111580617764133595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111580617764133595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111580617764133595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-still-here.html' title='Im Still Here'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111452975333177754</id><published>2005-04-26T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:35:53.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All Over</title><content type='html'>I've just sat my two exams today on website development and management and relational database management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad its over, it wasn't as hard as I know it would have been if the course had run smoothly, but it also wasn't what I was expecting. However its over now and I'm happy, just got to get this work thing sorted out (I won't burden you with the details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that did surprise was that this guys phone rang at the beginning of the exams and he walked out the room to answer it. When he sat then I then noticed he was writing something on his phone, I don't think he was cheating or anything, just probably sending a text message. What surprised me was the lecturer, he didn't say or do anything as for as I could tell (who knows he may mark him down for it, though I doubt it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's it for now, have been asked to host cell group tomorrow so I'd better look at the notes. Good day and God's Blessings to all who still have exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111452975333177754?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111452975333177754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111452975333177754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111452975333177754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111452975333177754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-all-over.html' title='Its All Over'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111443147569455262</id><published>2005-04-25T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:20:30.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too sacred...</title><content type='html'>This is a little addition to my other post on &lt;a href="http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-sacred-to-give-away-freely.html"&gt;to sacred to give away freely&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out &lt;a href="http://cmcentral.com"&gt;CM Central&lt;/a&gt; and came across a topic on whether pre-marital sex is &lt;a href="http://forum.cmcentral.com/index.php?showtopic=34627&amp;st=0"&gt;right or wrong&lt;/a&gt;. These are three opinions that I thought really summed up my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to see what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.cmcentral.com/index.php?showtopic=34627&amp;amp;view=findpost&amp;p=803083"&gt;Redbox04&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://forum.cmcentral.com/index.php?showtopic=34627&amp;amp;view=findpost&amp;p=803107"&gt;emeraldj&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://forum.cmcentral.com/index.php?showtopic=34627&amp;amp;view=findpost&amp;p=803180"&gt;Winterlens&lt;/a&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you join CM Central at the same time (kill two birds with one stone).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111443147569455262?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111443147569455262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111443147569455262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111443147569455262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111443147569455262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/too-sacred.html' title='Too sacred...'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111442463488183942</id><published>2005-04-25T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:23:54.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Time</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between local government and the Mafia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader's Digest January 2005, pp67&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111442463488183942?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111442463488183942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111442463488183942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111442463488183942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111442463488183942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/joke-time.html' title='Joke Time'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111442418013868854</id><published>2005-04-25T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:37:21.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Male or Female Brain</title><content type='html'>I went to my Dads house on Saturday and found an old copy of Readers Digest, which I read. Here’s some of the fun stuff I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have a Male or Female Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      When someone gets upset can you see why? (a) Yes, usually quite quickly, (b) No,&lt;br /&gt;2)      If you were buying a car would you want specific details about its engine capacity? (a) Not too much detail. (b) Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;3)      How important are your relationships? (a) Very important. (b) Not a high priority.&lt;br /&gt;4)      When you’re doing DIY, do you cut corners to get the job done? (a) Yes. (b) No, I’m always meticulous.&lt;br /&gt;5)      How easy would you find it to explain something to someone else, if they hadn’t understood it first time? (a) Very easy. (b) Quite difficult&lt;br /&gt;6)      Do you prefer to read? (a) Features about relationships. (b) Articles that are fact based.&lt;br /&gt;7)      Can you tell if someone wants to join a conversation? (a) I find it easy. (b)I find it quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;8)      Do you find map reading easy? (a) Quiet hard. (b) Very easy.&lt;br /&gt;9)      How do you generally feel in social situations? (a) I usually feel comfortable. (b) I often feel like leaving.&lt;br /&gt;10)  How organised is your cd collection? (a) Not at all. (b) Highly&lt;br /&gt;11)  If their was a problem with the wiring in your home, what would you do? (a) Get someone else to fix it. (b) Try to fix it myself.&lt;br /&gt;12)  How did you feel in maths lessons in school? (a) I found numbers boring and disliked maths. (b) I was intrigued by the rules governing numbers.&lt;br /&gt;13)  What do you think when you watch the weather forecast? (a) Bored by the technical details. (b) Interested in meteorological patterns.&lt;br /&gt;14)  Describe your attitude when you’re having a discussion. (a) I can tell quickly if I’m putting my point across too forcefully. (b) I’m sometimes unsure when enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did it I found I had a balanced brain. I got equal amounts of A’s and B’s. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis: If you got more A’s than B’s (with a difference of more than 3), you have a female brain.&lt;br /&gt;If you got more B’s than A’s (with a difference of more than 3), you have a male brain.&lt;br /&gt;If you got a similar number of A’s and B’s (with a difference of less than 3), you have a balanced brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Reader's Digest January 2005&lt;br /&gt;(watch out for more fun and games)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111442418013868854?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111442418013868854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111442418013868854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111442418013868854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111442418013868854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/male-or-female-brain.html' title='Male or Female Brain'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111410425940554247</id><published>2005-04-21T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:24:19.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No to Lib Dems</title><content type='html'>Ive just found out some things about the Lib Dems that I dont like the sound of so im deciding to vote for some one else. Im not sure who yet i will really have to think hard about it, but it definately wont be the Tories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111410425940554247?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111410425940554247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111410425940554247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111410425940554247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111410425940554247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-to-lib-dems.html' title='No to Lib Dems'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111392837637760989</id><published>2005-04-19T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:32:56.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last message</title><content type='html'>In regards to my last post, your going to have to highlight it to see what the results represent. Because my template is dark it won't show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111392837637760989?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392837637760989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111392837637760989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111392837637760989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111392837637760989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-message.html' title='Last message'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111392807154819514</id><published>2005-04-19T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:27:51.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I was reading Em's blog and decided to to this test, these are my results which I was very suprised about. I was kinda thinking of voting Lib Dems (though i said Labour as my expected 'cause thats how I thought it would turn out). Im tired of Labour and Blair and the Tories just dont appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Who Should You Vote For?" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/wsyvfbloglogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Who should I vote for?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your expected outcome:&lt;/h2&gt;Labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your actual outcome:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid" valign="center" align="right" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Labour -18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_light.gif" width="36" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left" width="50%" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid" valign="center" align="right" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Conservative -19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_light.gif" width="38" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left" width="50%" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid" valign="center" align="right" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left" width="50%" height="20"&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="74" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Liberal Democrat 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid" valign="center" align="right" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left" width="50%" height="20"&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;UK Independence Party 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid" valign="center" align="right" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left" width="50%" height="20"&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Green 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You should vote: Green&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.greenparty.org.uk" target="_blank"&gt;Green Party&lt;/a&gt;, which is of course strong on environmental issues, takes a strong position on welfare issues, but was firmly against the war in Iraq. Other key concerns are cannabis, where the party takes a liberal line, and foxhunting, which unsurprisingly the Greens are firmly against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the test at &lt;a href="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com"&gt;Who Should You Vote For&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess only time will tell who wins. I just hope its noe the Tories. Michael Howard as PM *cringe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111392807154819514?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392807154819514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111392807154819514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111392807154819514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111392807154819514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-i-was-reading-ems-blog-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111363713612990019</id><published>2005-04-16T08:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:39:40.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Plan</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning nd soon I'll be going to meet Ilknur to finish off our marketing plan. Im currently in an internet cafe emailing her the work so she can look at it before we meet. We've done alot considering the problems with had with group members, but we still need to prpare for the presentation on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;But I am positive that all will go well as long as we do the work. Preperation is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111363713612990019?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111363713612990019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111363713612990019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111363713612990019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111363713612990019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/marketing-plan.html' title='Marketing Plan'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111341187279609876</id><published>2005-04-13T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:04:32.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An utter state of boredom</title><content type='html'>I've got some time to kill before I head off to my cell meeting (fellowship group), im not sure what to write but I just thought Id write something. I did write a little piece about Brit t.v vs US t.v but something went wrong and it didnt post (if it does turn up ignore this). So now im short of things to do and say. When I get home i'll probably regret this time im currently wasting, but at the moment im stuck. I think will end this post now, believe me I can go on like this for hours its just that this &lt;a href="http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/2ltr-challenge.html"&gt;2litre challenge&lt;/a&gt; means im always having to pop to the loo (toilet) and i've just about drank 1 litre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111341187279609876?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111341187279609876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111341187279609876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111341187279609876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111341187279609876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/utter-state-of-boredom.html' title='An utter state of boredom'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111341080711532879</id><published>2005-04-13T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:46:47.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM vs MMAS</title><content type='html'>Some of you will be aware of America's Next Top Model or Make Me A Supermodel. For those of you who dont they're the modelling version of Pop/American ect.. Idol (depending on which country your in, though Pop was the original).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im usually not into these kind of shows, but this year was the third series of ANTM and it was really good, my whole family got into it, our favourite actually won "Go Eva". Tonights episode (10pm on Living t.v reapeated at 1pm on Living+. ) will show what the ladies are doing after the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason im writing this is because here in blighty they came up with MMAS, which (as i predicted) was bland in comparison, and not (in my opinion) a good contender to ANTM.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when we do something over here in England its never quite as good or exciting as how they do it in the states? (except for Coupling and other comedy shows).&lt;br /&gt;Come on people we have to step it up. Yes you can produce good films and t.v shows but not when you try to copy the U.S. Your only redeeming features are your soaps (there's are too unrealistic) and comedies (there's rely too much on one liners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mr. T.V producer man, get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111341080711532879?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111341080711532879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111341080711532879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111341080711532879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111341080711532879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/antm-vs-mmas.html' title='ANTM vs MMAS'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111340934965489908</id><published>2005-04-13T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:22:29.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm Welcome</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I got an email from my resource team leader at church. His wife gave birth yesterday to a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;So I just want to welcome Jamine Anika Rainey into the world and let her know that we're are glad to finally see her.&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Mark and Pereen (mum and dad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111340934965489908?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111340934965489908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111340934965489908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111340934965489908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111340934965489908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/warm-welcome.html' title='A Warm Welcome'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111330581422035950</id><published>2005-04-12T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:36:54.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Left</title><content type='html'>On April 15th 2004 I embarked on a great challenge, I began a book called &lt;a href="http://www.cover2cover.org/"&gt; cover to cover&lt;/a&gt;, through the Bible as it happened, in one year. Thursday 14th of April 2005 will be my last day. Man its been interresting, Ive found that reading the Bible has become much easier. Before I would wince at the thought of reading 1 or 2 chapters in one sitting (this still applies for Psalm 119) because I thought it was so long. Now its nothing and given the opporunity (and the space to myself) I can read up 5 even 8 chapters (it was a long bus ride). I did fall back at one point, I ended up being 2 months behind because I lost the book, but I caught up. Im so excited, the whole Bible in one year, I would recommend everyone who reads this post to get a copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111330581422035950?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111330581422035950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111330581422035950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111330581422035950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111330581422035950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-days-left.html' title='Two Days Left'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111330492991440853</id><published>2005-04-12T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:24:09.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2ltr Challenge</title><content type='html'>Well they say we need 2 litres of water a day, and how right they are. Yesterday was the first monday in 3 weeks that I havn't gone home with a headache and nausea and then vomitted all over the carpet (couldn't get to the bath room in time). So im committing my self to doing my best to drink the required 2 litres. So far I've managed about 1.5 litres and it does help, I feel much better. I told &lt;a href="http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/gods-power-aka-james-jimmy.html"&gt; Jimmy&lt;/a&gt; about my dehydration problem and he couldnt get his head round it. Thought it was a little wierd (where's the sympathy), though he did send an encouraging txt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111330492991440853?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111330492991440853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111330492991440853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111330492991440853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111330492991440853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/2ltr-challenge.html' title='The 2ltr Challenge'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111323398013703642</id><published>2005-04-11T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:39:40.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My blogging mates cont.</title><content type='html'>My uni friend &lt;a href="http://ilnur.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ilknur&lt;/a&gt; has just made a blog. So check it out. As with my other friends, you mess with her, you mess with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111323398013703642?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111323398013703642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111323398013703642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111323398013703642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111323398013703642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-blogging-mates-cont.html' title='My blogging mates cont.'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111322517711965527</id><published>2005-04-11T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:35:47.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Buy It</title><content type='html'>On saturday I met up with &lt;a href="http://ilnur.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ilknur&lt;/a&gt; my group member, see &lt;a href="http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/group-work-dark-side-of-studying.html"&gt;group work (dark side of studying).&lt;/a&gt; Our uni was closed so we went to Cafe Nero (Starbuck's is sooo much better, maybe &lt;a href="http://lil-em1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-thought.html"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; has the right idea). Anyway while there a guy came upto a group of men sitting next to us selling a didgital camcorder for £20&lt;br /&gt;"bargain.."&lt;br /&gt;"...hold on my friend read on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilknur turned to me and told me how that same guy had sold a laptop to her friend. He shows it to you to demonstrate that it works perfectly. If you decide to buy he tells you to come to his car where his associate is waiting. With a quick flick of the hand he swaps the case that has the perfect laptop (or whatever he's selling) with a case containing a faulty one. You then go home feeling proud of yourself until you try to turn it on and realise that you've been duped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these guys at the table decide to buy the camcorder and the seller buys one of them a coke to sweeten the deal. Ilknur then tells the guys not to buy it and challenges the seller saying that she's seen him before, he denies it of course and tells the guys not to listen but they do and decide not to buy. The seller leaves and they get to keep the coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happended had we not been there?&lt;br /&gt;I was angry that the uni wasnt open, but now I believe that my Father in heaven planned it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, no matter how good a bargain it is dont be tempted to buy, if its too good to be true then you know its probably not that good.&lt;br /&gt;Stay wise and watchful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111322517711965527?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111322517711965527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111322517711965527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111322517711965527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111322517711965527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-buy-it.html' title='Dont Buy It'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111322490314454620</id><published>2005-04-11T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:37:08.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Work (the dark side of studying)</title><content type='html'>Next week im supposed to hand in and present a marketing plan. We have been placed in groups by my lecturer (wanted to choose group myself but he wanted us to mix). My group consisted of &lt;a href="http://ilnur.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ilknur&lt;/a&gt; (Managing Director), Zubair (Marketing Manager, formerly the production manager), Nabel (Finance Manager), Usman (Franchise Manager, we had to make that up because there was an extra person), and myself (Production Manager, formerly the marketing manager).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 1 week to go the group now consists of Ilknur, Nabel and myself. Usman was there the day we formed groups and then disappeared and turned up today asking what was going on, so he is fired (he offered typing services, which were regected by the MD, and rightly so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zubair is not enthusiastic, he doesnt seem to want to take part and doesnt make any effort to contribute. Whenever we have a group meeting he makes an excuse for why he cant come and doesnt even seem appologetic. He comes late to lectures then dissapears during the break only to reappear 5 mins before the class ends (he goes to play snooker). He was the production manager but said he couldnt do it because he didnt know anything about the bussiness (a cosmetic dentistery clinic, very high class) and wanted to do siomething else, so we swapped and he still doesnt seem to know what needs to be done. I think this is mainly because we didnt go with his idea of distributing international phone cards, but we felt there was nothing we could do with this, they're all pretty much the same. He has been fired (officially today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem with group work, you have to rely on other people who dont know in most cases. If they dont pull there wait either the groups suffers or every on else does the work and they get the credit that comes along with it. Everyone ends up with the same mark no matter what their contribution. You feel bad if you have to kick some one out of the group, but cheated if you keep them in (what a dilema).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time that a new system was put in place. Members of the grouop have to show how they contributed to the final product and be marked accordingly, ensuring all freeloaders pull their weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111322490314454620?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111322490314454620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111322490314454620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111322490314454620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111322490314454620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/group-work-dark-side-of-studying.html' title='Group Work (the dark side of studying)'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111270697091210714</id><published>2005-04-05T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:16:10.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport Etiquette</title><content type='html'>A few things to remember the next time your on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For passengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't put your feet on the seats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't block the doors or stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an elderly person or pregnant woman gets on offer a seat if there aren't any available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one cares what Jenny said to Sally so keep your voice down, especially on mobiles (your louder than you think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer the space available to people with push chairs and wheelchair's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't bring alcohol on board, if it spills it stinks the place up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't eat smelly food, people don't want to be smelling of donar kebab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't try to sneak on and pretend not to hear the driver when he/she tells you to get off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For drivers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait until all passengers are on the bus before closing the doors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait until all passengers are off the bus before closing the doors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone runs upto the bus and you've already closed the doors open them again. It may be sometime before another bus comes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone presses the bell, stop so they can get off the bus (happend to me today driver claims I didn't give him enough time but I did.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive carefully, you driving a bus not a formula1 racing car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive a little faster its a bus not a tractor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't use a mobile phone, many lives are in your hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When changing drivers don't use it as an opportunity to catch up on the gossip. Switch driver and continue the journey, people have places to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all I can think of, my class starts soon so ill leave you to ponder the above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111270697091210714?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111270697091210714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111270697091210714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111270697091210714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111270697091210714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/public-transport-etiquette.html' title='Public Transport Etiquette'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111262883848756731</id><published>2005-04-04T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:45:50.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Power aka James (Jimmy)</title><content type='html'>Its September 2004 and im on the bus minding my own business listening to music and reading a book (Joyce Mayer's Battlefield of The Mind. *which im yet to finish*). Im on my way to my dad's house to cut down the small tree in his back garden so it would look nice when he got out of hospital (he had a stroke). From the corner of my eye I see a guy standing by the exit doors, he looks in my direction and decides to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make anything of it and continue to read,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello", I look up not sure if someone is talking to me, then go back to my book,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello", there it is again, "Please God, please say he's not talking to me, I dont have the strength for this now", I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" (He is very persistent), "Ok", I say,"I'll talk to him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn and say hello back and a conversation begins about family and church (so far so good), then as usual it leads to this:&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Do you have a number"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Can I have it"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I dont give my number to people I dont know"&lt;br /&gt;Him:"If you give me your number we can get to know each other"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "(How many times have I heard that)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I take his number and agree to call him to invite him to my church. About a month later things are official and 6 months after that here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I met Jimmy, if I had ignored him (as I usually do) things would have been a whole lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If your wondering, it took me hours to cut that tree down using a pair of hedge clippers. Then his social workers tells everyone I got someone in to do it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111262883848756731?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111262883848756731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111262883848756731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111262883848756731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111262883848756731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/04/gods-power-aka-james-jimmy.html' title='God&apos;s Power aka James (Jimmy)'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111211248870526977</id><published>2005-03-29T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:04:51.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogging Mates</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to create a link to their sites, so here are my friends of the blogging world.&lt;a href="http://lil-em1985.blogspot.com/"&gt; Emily&lt;/a&gt;, queen of the little people, and,&lt;a href="http://dlch84.blogspot.com/"&gt; Dan&lt;/a&gt; Mr cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are nice people, so if you mess with you've got me and my Father to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111211248870526977?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111211248870526977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111211248870526977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111211248870526977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111211248870526977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-blogging-mates.html' title='My Blogging Mates'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111210887991950336</id><published>2005-03-29T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:07:59.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need the toilet?</title><content type='html'>I think this is a question that men (and some women) need to ask themselves before they leave their homes. Near where I used to leave there was a little alley by the side of the car park entrance to Tesco's, and you would see men walking in and out of it and trickles of yellow liquid pouring out into the street.&lt;br /&gt;It really ticks me off when I see some guy standing in a corner peeing, trying to be discrete as if no one can see what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;Then when he's done what does he do?, he zips up goes about his business, there's no where for him to wash his hands. He goes on the bus, handles money, eats food, and shakes your hand :-(. Sickening isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am pleading with you, please go before you leave the house. Or carry wet wipes with you. I'm sure you understand my gripe, it will benefit you in the long run I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111210887991950336?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111210887991950336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111210887991950336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111210887991950336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111210887991950336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-i-need-toilet.html' title='Do I need the toilet?'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111149746948897059</id><published>2005-03-22T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:21:54.260Z</updated><title type='text'>To Sacred to give away freely</title><content type='html'>One of the most impotant thing anyone can have in their possesion is their purity, their virginity, or as Monica from friends likes to call it, their flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something God set aside for marriage, between a man and woman, as in husband and wife, &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%202%20:24;&amp;version=31"&gt;Genesis 2:24&lt;/a&gt;;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may feel its ok to go around sleeping with people, or only sleep with someone if they truly love that person. But I say that if you really love some one and want to make that kind of commitment then you might as well get married (unless your only marrying them to get them to bed, which is wrong). Also if you do sleep with others then eventually get married, what do you have to share with your husband or wife that you haven't shared with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband/wife should be able to stand before your ex boyfriends/girlfriends and say ,&lt;br /&gt;"You may have dated him/her before me but I know a deeper part of him/her that you didn't get to experience, you got the temporary I got the eternal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be in such a rush to do what the world is telling you that you should do. Think about it, if everyone waitied until they got married before they slept with some one and they stayed faithful to that person, there wouldn't be all these STD's roaming around the earth. All these things are a consiquence of mans lack of self control and disobiedience to the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is the Lord's temple and im not going to let just anyone gain access to it. Their is only one key to opening the door to this temple and thats an "I do*" ring not an "I will**" ring (see bottom for explaination).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to keep a sign on your temple door saying 'Private, No Access' until the right time comes along.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone has already gained access then I encourage you to close the door and put the sign up, look to God and ask for His forgiveness and when he gives it, you'll be made pure again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An "I do" ring is the ring you get when you get married. The minister says '...do you take...' and you say 'I do'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** An "I will" ring is the ring you your engagement ring. The guy says '...will you marry me...' and the girl says 'I will.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111149746948897059?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111149746948897059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111149746948897059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111149746948897059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111149746948897059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-sacred-to-give-away-freely.html' title='To Sacred to give away freely'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111149166789172507</id><published>2005-03-22T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:41:07.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Hey all, this is D, I would like to welcome you all to my blog. I hope we all have a blogging (couldnt help my self) time. Hope we will cross paths soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11618302-111149166789172507?l=godschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/feeds/111149166789172507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11618302&amp;postID=111149166789172507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111149166789172507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11618302/posts/default/111149166789172507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godschick.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Lady D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755938093205460384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/2124/200/ladyD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11618302.post-111149537665712582</id><published>2005-03-22T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:09:44.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Must visit</title><content type='html'>Here ar esome of my favourite sites. I could spend the whole day here if I had the chance, theres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM Central&lt;a href="http://www.cmcentral.com"&gt; a Contemporary Christian Music site&lt;/a&gt;, I just love this site, I can get the lates info on the CCM world and can also debate on some interesting issues or play a few games in the forum. My screen name is delirous?4him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of the &lt;a href="http://www.delirious.co.uk"&gt;D? boys&lt;/a&gt;, I think they're one of the best bands in the world, and can teach the secular music world a thing or two. I cant wait for when they come to my chruch, its gonna be awesome, Gods house is gonna be on FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres also:&lt;br /&gt;Bible Gateway for the times when you need to find some scripture and forgot your, &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com"&gt;bible &lt;/a&gt;at home, its very handy when im in a forum and need use the Word to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Rhythms&lt;a href="http://www.crossrhythms.co.uk"&gt; the best CCM magazine in the UK&lt;/a&gt;, this is where I get my fix when i cant get to the net. They have a great magazine that comes out every 3 months, and a digital radio channel on Sky Digital ch 876.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong London,&lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.co.uk"&gt; My Home and My Family&lt;/a&gt;, I love this place, I love serving in church alongside so many awesome people. It really is home to me. 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