<?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-21303500</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monsters Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Watch out......I'm a bundle of creative energy.
But then again, so is dynamite.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114780906499962746</id><published>2006-05-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:52:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONSTER XXX&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://uk.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9iby4gqLGpEG4cAfwRWBQx./SIG=12dlin9tg/EXP=1147895210/**http%3a//www.villagehatshop.com/media/BIRTHDAY%2520CAKE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114780906499962746?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114780906499962746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114780906499962746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114780906499962746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114780906499962746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations...'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114703235649200364</id><published>2006-05-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:05:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm barred....</title><content type='html'>We went to Goathland yesterday, that's the Goathland that's used in the &lt;a href="http://www.btinternet.com/~nadine.heartbeat/"&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/a&gt; series. The fact that Granda was the driver, navigator and open wallet, meant he had the choice for the first stop of the day. You guessed it, a pub for lunch. I did find the play area at the side though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0014-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We visited all the places they use on the series....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......The garage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0039-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....The station&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....I was even told to leave the pub bar. NO KIDS...huh, they don't know what they're missing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0016.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday was diesel day at the railway, so no steam engines. But we still had a train ride down to Pickering. A long way, a little boring, but plenty of time to run around the train and watch Granda try to keep up. He was kind enough though, to find me a tin of paint to stand on and look out of the door window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0030-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another long day, but a nice day.....I wonder where we end up next time ???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0037-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114703235649200364?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114703235649200364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114703235649200364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114703235649200364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114703235649200364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-barred.html' title='I&apos;m barred....'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114646605157786217</id><published>2006-04-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:07:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning monster...</title><content type='html'>Hi monster.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got your walking video onto the blog yet. But here's the song you were singing yesterday coming home from 'Raspberry' topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just click the circle in the middle of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to say, you can feed tiger with tuna now. Just click on the box where his ball is,&lt;br /&gt;catch you later.. XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoSpExysE58" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the other one is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP5AsY0Wevs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP5AsY0Wevs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114646605157786217?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114646605157786217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114646605157786217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114646605157786217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114646605157786217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-monster.html' title='Morning monster...'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114521425288089953</id><published>2006-04-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:04:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/IMG00014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/IMG00014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Granda took us to Whitby, he told me about it being where Dracula landed when he came to England. I think he thought he was frightening me, but no chance...well, I got a little shock when we saw Dracula in the doorway of his museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nzballet.org.nz/files/image-page/whatson-season-image-dracula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me waking Granda up early, he'd been out to the mucky pub the night before, and Grandma said if he didn't have a headache he might take me out. I was in luck, he wasn't as grumpy as expected.&lt;br /&gt;We parked the car at the top of the cliffs, next to a big old church. I think Grandma said it was an abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/IMG00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granda wanted to walk around the graveyard, he seems to like being near those spooky coffins. I enjoyed reading the names and ages of the people who had died, one child I saw died by drowning in the Tees river, she was only 3.&lt;br /&gt;But I got told off for climbing on top of one stone...Granda said it wasn't safe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/IMG00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/IMG00004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get down to the town we had to go down the steps, there are 199 steps, but I lost count on the way down. I think I was thinking too hard about the candyfloss Granda promised me.&lt;br /&gt;There was a big ship in the harbour called the Grand Turk. We went aboard to have a look around. I even tried to sail her, but I think they had the anchor down, just in case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/IMG00016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Down in the bottom of the ship I met a real pirate, he looked scary at first, but he was a nice pirate really, and even made me a necklace out of thin rope. He showed me how they made rope for the ship, even let me turn the machine to twist the rope. But he said if I didn't turn fast enough he would cut my nose off. I think Granda would have flattened the pirates nose first. He also told me they had to eat rats when they got hungry. The fat rats were the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="529" alt="" src="http://www.clash-of-steel.co.uk/gallery/pages/med/m_grandturk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went along to have a sail out to sea on another ship, it was freezing but we had to wave at everyone we saw on land, and we had to sing songs, or the lady said we'd be dropped in the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Fish Of The Sea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come all you young sailormen, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's...&lt;br /&gt;Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows we're all together, boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow&lt;br /&gt;Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.&lt;br /&gt;Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail,&lt;br /&gt;Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth&lt;br /&gt;Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up jumps the lobster with his heavy claws,&lt;br /&gt;Bites the main boom right off by the jaws! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up jumps the halibut, lies flat on the deck&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'Mister Captain, don't step on my neck'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up jumps the herring, the king of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, 'All other fishes, now you follow me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up jumps the codfish with his chuckle-head,&lt;br /&gt;He runs out up forward and throws out the lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's... CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up jumps the whale... the largest of all,&lt;br /&gt;'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's... CHORUS TWICE TO END IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanted a bucket and spade to build a sandcastle, I got one, but the tide came in and covered most of the beach. We found another small beach, and Granda helped me build a sandcastle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/IMG00021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I got candyfloss, a bucket and spade, fish 'n' chips and two trips on ships....Grandma got fish 'n' chips, two trips on ships and cold hands....and Granda got fish 'n' chips, two trips on ships and an empty wallet. He did buy a packet of Whitby fudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;............ but me and Grandma ate most of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114521425288089953?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114521425288089953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114521425288089953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114521425288089953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114521425288089953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-with-dracula.html' title='A day with Dracula'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114417963293077588</id><published>2006-04-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:40:32.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;ER, EXCUSE ME MONSTER..........GET TO BED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet Dreams, and don't let the bed bugs bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://uk.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9ibyjcLyzJEdyEBwTRWBQx./SIG=12gt8rakn/EXP=1144265867/**http%3a//www.sru.edu/depts/educatio/students/bridges/mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114417963293077588?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114417963293077588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114417963293077588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114417963293077588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114417963293077588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/er-excuse-me-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114366678513214815</id><published>2006-03-29T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:21:51.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm behind you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEWARE THE MONSTER - LITTLE MAYBE. BUT SCARY, YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0010-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granda put me one of those FlickR boxes on the blog. It's up on the right, and shows some more photos. Most of them have me on so they must be good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114366678513214815?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114366678513214815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114366678513214815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114366678513214815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114366678513214815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-behind-you.html' title='I&apos;m behind you...'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114279909625562071</id><published>2006-03-19T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:11:36.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Wildfowl Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wwt.org.uk/visit/washington/centreimages/centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://www.wwt.org.uk/visit/washington/centreimages/centre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another day out today. Grandma phoned this morning to say Granda and her would take me to &lt;a href="http://www.wwt.org.uk/visit/washington/"&gt;Washington Wildfowl centre&lt;/a&gt; if I wanted to go. I thought she was joking at first, because Granda likes his lazy lie in on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to go, as I knew the flamingos were there. Granda and Grandma said that there might not be flamingos, but when we arrived the first thing we saw was a great big bunch of pink birds, standing on one leg. I knew they had flamingos, and when I told Granda, he just said "You win".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady gave us a ticket and a map to show us where to go. Granda kept the map, because I think he likes telling us where to go. We never get lost though, well not much.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we saw was a great big bunch of hungry ducks, I was a bit nervous of them pecking my fingers at first, but I soon got used to them eating the grain out of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we walked around we came upon a great big swan, she was as big as a pony, but didn't look very friendly. She seemed better when we got the food out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granda found a little friend, he said he would be nice with 'black bean sauce' I don't know what he meant but his little friend followed him all over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We kept finding these funny little buildings, I think they were called hides. Everyone was nice and quiet inside, until I went in. All the windows were closed so I tried to open them, Granda wasn't too pleased, I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Newcastle football club were playing at home, and Granda said he saw a few of the fans in the lake. I think he meant they were black and white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best bit for me was the playground, it had a screw machine, that when you turned it brought up water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end, Grandma and Granda wanted a cup of tea. I hid down a pipe until Granda promised to buy me a chocolate cake with my tea...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;............He soon said yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114279909625562071?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114279909625562071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114279909625562071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114279909625562071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114279909625562071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/washington-wildfowl-centre.html' title='Washington Wildfowl Centre'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114176727160173231</id><published>2006-03-07T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:41:01.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Ann Cotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the rhyme I tried to think of about &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/darrell_nixon/WestAuckland.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mary Ann Cotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a nasty woman who poisoned her husbands and children years ago. Dad showed me the house a few weeks ago, and Granda told me the story again when we came passed her house on Saturday night, after our walk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crimelibrary.com/graphics/photos/criminal_mind/forensics/toxicology/5-1-Mary-Ann-Cotton-(150).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mary Ann Cotton&lt;br /&gt;She’s dead and she’s rotten&lt;br /&gt;She lies in her bed&lt;br /&gt;With eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.&lt;br /&gt;Where, where? Up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Sellin’ black puddens a penny a pair.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Cotton&lt;br /&gt;She’s dead and forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;She lies in a grave with her bones all-rotten;&lt;br /&gt;Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing,&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114176727160173231?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114176727160173231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114176727160173231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114176727160173231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114176727160173231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/mary-ann-cotton.html' title='Mary Ann Cotton'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114168497407989697</id><published>2006-03-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:45:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday Granda took us on another walk in the Lake District. This time he said that we would find a big cave, as big as a house. When we set off we watched a farmer feeding his sheep with his sheepdog 'Molly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0001.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we set off walking again I think Granda wanted to go a little faster than I did, but I just kept on plodding away to keep him happy. We came to a campsite with big wooden chairs, and I just had to try them out. Oh, I could've stayed there all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Lake, it was frozen over with ice. I wanted to walk on it but Granda said no. I did eventually stand at the edge, with Grandma watching me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the first cave we had our lunch, and I found Grandas 'Wonka Bar' hidden in the lunch box. Freddie sent him it over in a box of pressies from Canada. He gave me half, but I think his half was bigger than mine....... He said it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my picture taken inside the cave, because Granda said my new coat Grandma bought me had reflective strips.....and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk back down the hill after the cave, and came across a little puppy who seemed to be running away from it's owner.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the lake, we stopped to feed the birds. I think while we gave the swans our sandwiches, Granda ate his.....'&lt;em&gt;greedy grumps'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked everywhere for a pub, just so Granda could have a mucky beer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we called at the stone circle near Keswick, I think it's where witches and goblins meet for a party. I never saw any witches, but I did see a big monster..... called &lt;em&gt;'Granda'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....Bye bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114168497407989697?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114168497407989697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114168497407989697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114168497407989697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114168497407989697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/cave.html' title='The cave.'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-114063589317832034</id><published>2006-02-22T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:18:13.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://re2.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/936601980"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://re2.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/936601980" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the weekend I put some sunflower seeds into a jar, with tissue and water to make them grow. Last year I had a competition with Granda to see who could grow the tallest one.&lt;br /&gt;I won the competition, but he said I kept picking the tallest one as mine whenever I went round to see them. I didn't cheat, it's just Granda doesn't like losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Baby. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've noticed that some of the seeds are sprouting in the jar, so it looks like I might be getting mine planted before Granda. I don't think he knows I planted them for the competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0002.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all I have to do now is to decide what prize I'm going to ask for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-114063589317832034?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114063589317832034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=114063589317832034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114063589317832034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/114063589317832034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunflower-competition.html' title='Sunflower Competition'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113908772232252429</id><published>2006-02-04T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:47:22.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays walk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I walked around Derwent Water in the Lake District. Well to be honest we caught the &lt;a href="http://www.keswick-launch.co.uk/"&gt;Keswick launch&lt;/a&gt; to the Lodore hotel and walked the rest of the way around the lake to Keswick.&lt;br /&gt;Granda likes his grub, so the first port of call was the coffee house for drinks and a lovely bacon bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the bacon bun we had to go to the launch jetty. But on the way I fed the ducks for a little longer than Granda wanted, and so we ended up at the back of the queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way round I enjoys watching the waves the boat made, and Granda took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knew it was going to be a long day, so while onboard, I took the time to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we arrived at Lodore we went to look at the Lodore waterfall behind the hotel.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Half way through the walk Granda wanted to skim stones across the lake, so I had to join in........................just to keep him happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0024.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we got around the back of the lake we came across more ducks, and because Granda went down to the waters edge to take a picture, the ducks came to see us. I think if we didn't have lots of food for them, they would've been fighting for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Granda took a photo of a little island, an island he said was haunted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We continued around the lake and came across a picnic table. I was hungry and I think Granda was dying of starvation, so we had a picnic near another jetty. After we ate, the ferry came up to the jetty, but we were going to finish the walk and not get a lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Granda took my picture with Grandma, I think she thought she was a supermodel, as she leaned against the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was getting tired near the end, but we came across a piece of wood carving, and I just had to have a picture of myself on top of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I told Granda I needed energy, and the large piece of chocolate cake in the cafe looked just the kind of energy I needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just at the Northern tip of Derwent, we came across the creature of the lake. Granda told me it was 'Desmond of Derwent' a wee little beastie, but rather cute I thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, after a long day of walking, we finally got back to Keswick just before dusk. I was very tired and seemed to get slower and slower, until Granda picked me up by my rucksack and made me fly to the end. He said I looked like a bat flying through the air. I thought more of a beautiful butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........The end of a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113908772232252429?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113908772232252429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113908772232252429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113908772232252429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113908772232252429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-walk.html' title='Todays walk....'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113856917932081140</id><published>2006-01-29T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:27:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy.....The Return of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems the Tooth Fairy has felt the need to return. As you can see below, even without the front two teeth, I can still look cute and drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the ice cream was a tooth friendly one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/320/DSCF0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113856917932081140?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113856917932081140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113856917932081140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113856917932081140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113856917932081140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/tooth-fairythe-return-of.html' title='Tooth Fairy.....The Return of'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113849610526076726</id><published>2006-01-28T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:04:03.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granda Chunky's on a diet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Granda Chunky seems to be taking this diet thingy too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://ftp.uni-erlangen.de/pub/Multimedia/Pictures/misc/skeleton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-jazzman.com/graveyard/walk.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113849610526076726?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113849610526076726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113849610526076726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113849610526076726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113849610526076726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/granda-chunkys-on-diet.html' title='Granda Chunky&apos;s on a diet....'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113796178832718130</id><published>2006-01-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:54:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frejheden.com/animation3/fantasy/fairy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://www.frejheden.com/animation3/fantasy/fairy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(6).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/200/toni%2Cnikki%2Clauren%20%286%29.0.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl called Lauren. One Saturday morning Lauren woke early, and as usual was full of the joys of life. Mam was off shopping later, a trip Lauren found a little boring. "Now then," she thought, "how can I get out of the trip ?." "I know, I'll phone Granda. It's only early and he can be a big lazy lump, but I'm sure he wont mind an early call." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So off Lauren went to find the 'Little Monster' phone. At 9 o'clock sharp Grandas house phone rang nice and loud, the problem being he'd left it downstairs. Grandma said she would rush down and get the phone before it stopped ringing, so off she popped with her big fluffy slippers flopping down the stairs. Even Lucy the pussycat ran away from the slippers, she must have thought they were two big furry monsters running downstairs. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(7).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/200/toni%2Cnikki%2Clauren%20%287%29.0.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upstairs Granda thought the phone call must be from Lauren, only she would dare wake him from his much needed beauty sleep. So quickly Granda using his 'grumpy' phone, called Lauren up just in-case Grandma didn't get to the house phone in time, after all she couldn't run fast in those floppy slippers.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxuk101AXGB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Hi Granda" Lauren shouted down the phone, "What you doing ?" "Can I come over ?" "Can we paint ?". Questions, questions questions, poor grumpy Granda couldn't think straight, he always had a fuzzy head early in the day, and sometimes later in the day as well. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(7).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Yes, you know you can come round" said Granda, and after a time was agreed, Lauren put the phone down.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxuk101AXGB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arriving at Grandmas, Lauren asked where Granda was. "Upstairs on the computer" she said, "he won't be long". But Lauren couldn't wait, and she ran as fast as she could upstairs to tell Granda the news she had."Look Granda, my tooth is all slack," and sticking her finger in her mouth, she wiggled the tooth back and forth to prove how slack it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(8).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/200/toni%2Cnikki%2Clauren%20%288%29.0.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day was spent painting, watching CBeebies and drawing pictures on the computer. At the end of the day, a very tired Lauren went home to bed.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxuk101AXGB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxuk101AXGB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day Lauren was going to Metro Centre in Gateshead, to look for a bridesmaid dress. Mam was going, Grandma was going, and auntie Jo too. The day went well, and because Lauren was a good girl, Mam took her into the Metroland fairground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The roller coaster was great, and Lauren remembered the last time she took Granda on it, he kept saying his backside was lifting off the seat. It was such a busy day that Lauren forgot about the wobbly tooth, but on the way home Grandma remembered it, and asked for a look. "Ok Grandma" said Lauren, "that's the one", pointing at the tooth. Grandma said "Oh yes" and put her finger in Laurens mouth, wiggling the wobbly tooth. Just at that Mam hit a bump in the road, Grandmas finger slipped and the wobbly tooth flew across the back seat of the car. Lauren looked at Grandma in shock, stuck her finger in the gap where the tooth should be, and then broke out in a fit of giggles. Within seconds the whole car was filled with the sound of laughter. Seems the tooth fairy's going to be busy tonight...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Tooth%20fairy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxuk101AXGB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spider" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_3_141v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/toni,nikki,lauren%20(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113796178832718130?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113796178832718130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113796178832718130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113796178832718130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113796178832718130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/tooth-fairy.html' title='The Tooth Fairy....'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113787280573241850</id><published>2006-01-21T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:53:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Little Monster', that's me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next Year Everest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back at school&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Cheekys%20pics%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Cheekys%20pics%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're the ghosts of Beamish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Cheekys%20pics%20082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Cheekys%20pics%20082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't I cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Thomas%20&amp;%20Lauren%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Thomas%20%26%20Lauren%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113787280573241850?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113787280573241850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113787280573241850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113787280573241850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113787280573241850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-monster-thats-me.html' title='&apos;Little Monster&apos;, that&apos;s me.'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113786295351530638</id><published>2006-01-21T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:12:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 Targets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. To be good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. To not get my brother into trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. To sleep in my own bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. To not talk in class 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Not to be naughty for my Grandad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. To be good for my mam and dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Not to eat Grandmas sausages with Chunky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. To tidy my room up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. To go to bed when I am told&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. To spoil my Grandad Chunky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21303500-113786295351530638?l=littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113786295351530638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21303500&amp;postID=113786295351530638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113786295351530638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21303500/posts/default/113786295351530638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemonstersblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-10-targets.html' title='My 10 Targets...'/><author><name>Little Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07368459028750525936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21303500.post-113785940242825665</id><published>2006-01-21T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T09:41:13.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/400/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/2153/1600/Picture1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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