<?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-25380986</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:29.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's as yet Untitled Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-116016561283831924</id><published>2006-10-06T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:13:32.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.... with a mean vengence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, I really have neglected my blog - how bad of me! I've been quite busy recently, haven't really had a lot of time for anything. That said, it was semi self inflicted - I've joined a gym. I know, I know - it's the least likely Lisa thing in the world ever - twas simply a weak moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As is usual when I find myself navigating towards this page, I kinda wanna vent! I don't have a great deal to vent about, in fact, since I last posted I've got a new car &amp; we've moved to new studios a la Lisa styleee (ie. I did the launch show). So really, life is looking fairly good. So tonight I'm pondering why I am lusting after a life that simply no longer exsists. No one said that the post uni blues would last this long :o( I guess they shouldn't but it's more than Uni I waved goodbye to last year.  So now I find myself sitting alone in my apartment - whopee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss Boro. I miss having an endless supply of people constantly surrounding me. I miss Cora because she is my lil sis, my drinking buddy &amp; just generally one of my best friends ever. I miss Dan because he tells it like it is, something that irritated me at times but it's the way more people should be, very knowledgable is Dan! I miss Edd for similar reasons, I miss him taking the piss outta me bizarrely and I miss him for knowing when to be serious. I miss Jenni because she's always been there, now she's not. I miss Welsh, it's strange going to the pub and not seeing her! I miss Ben&amp;amp;Becky&amp;the whole Media gang, people with the same interests - niiiice. I miss Anna but I don't know where to begin, or end for that matter. And I don't think blogspot it the place for it! I miss Winston, nuff said. I miss feeling needed/wanted/loved/general company* *delete as appropriate. I'm lonely... I'm bored.... I want to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-116016561283831924?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/116016561283831924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=116016561283831924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/116016561283831924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/116016561283831924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-115148770252254447</id><published>2006-06-28T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:41:42.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*sneeze* *sniffle*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have hayfever, pretty bad hayfever. Could I curl up in a ball and hibernate until Autumn sets in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-115148770252254447?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/115148770252254447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=115148770252254447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/115148770252254447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/115148770252254447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/06/sneeze-sniffle.html' title='*sneeze* *sniffle*'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114810822828577421</id><published>2006-05-20T07:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:57:08.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good morning all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another Saturday morning, another day in work. Another day in the job which I always dreamed of doing, another day getting paid for what I enjoy most - so why am I getting increasingly hacked off with it?! Well, from day 1 my boss made it quite clear I would be treated no differently than the others just because I'm female. Faaaaaaaantastic I thought, I don't want any preferencial treatment. Well, I've since discovered that it was a load of pap. He makes a conscious effort not to treat me any differently and by doing so he actually comes down much harder on me. Basically, this rant has been sparked by him asking me to work Sunday mornings - something I am really not happy about doing. I've voiced my opinion on this and I'm fairly sure he's chosen to ignore it. I've got a meeting next week so I'm quite confident that he's going to make me do it. Yes, I said make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The thing is, I'm the lowest paid - granted I don't have the experience of the others so I'll not moan about that but it's worth noting that it's quite a significant pay drop. Now, he will rant on about how he's taken chances on me etc etc and whilst I appreciate that, I would also like to think that I'm doing the job partly because I can actually do it. In fact, I happen to think I can do it fairly well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know for a fact he wouldn't ask any of the others to do something they're blatantly not happy about because they simply wouldn't take it from him. When I argue, he delights in reminding me of the chances he's taken - that he can take everything away from me tomorrow, that he is so powerful and can stop me from getting a job elsewhere. I'm pretty fed up with being bullyed to be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Perhaps you think I'm over-reacting, maybe I am over-reacting but the simple matter remains, it's a HARD job to do unless you're happy in it and I'm not so sure that I'm that happy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah well, there ya go - I will probably waken up in the middle of the night - AGAIN - and have this conversation with him in my head but I will never say anything to his face, he'll be rude and I'll probably end up in tears - AGAIN - I hate giving him that power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shamone...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114810822828577421?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114810822828577421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114810822828577421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114810822828577421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114810822828577421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I need to vent!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114806053646657768</id><published>2006-05-19T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:42:16.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just poo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Evening my lovelies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel that I have been neglected my blog lately - that's very bad of me *slaps over the wrist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pooey today, just got a cold but I'm afraid that I am the world's worst sufferer so I'm making a big deal of it :o) Not that it's got me anywhere, mind you, I've got no sympathy from anyone - *hmph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing myself off a 200ft building next month, I mean, I'll be attached to a rope but that's a minor point - it sounds better to say I'm throwing myself off a building! It's an abseil for CLIC Sargent Children's Cancer Care so I'm plugging it rather hard. &lt;a href="http://www.justgiving.com/lisamccormick"&gt;You can sponsor me, if you like ;o)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH - I actually don't have anything creative to share, struggled through work enough like *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later with some interesting gem of information - maybe :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone - eeeeh  uuuuh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114806053646657768?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114806053646657768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114806053646657768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114806053646657768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114806053646657768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-poo.html' title='Just poo!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114690528993000288</id><published>2006-05-06T08:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:48:09.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'We only play the best music' - Is that right? Can someone then please explain to me why we have that dog awful Rianna song on the playlist? Furthermore, is that all we do?! What about the great craic from the presenters?! Aye, alright - that's all we do ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8:15am, Saturday morning and I'm sitting in work - again. I don't think that was part of the grand plan tbh, to work Saturday mornings. That sorta thing is reserved for Taxi drivers, milkmen and possibly Dell call centres. But DJs? Oh no, not Saturday mornings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Slightly embarrassing moment yesterday, I got 12 red roses delivered to the station, how sweet, eh? Never had roses before, kinda had romantic visions of recieving my first ever roses from someone other than a slightly stalkerish listener mind you but hey, I guess somethings just aren't meant to be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been writing this for over 2hrs now - nearly finished work - whoooooooooooooo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Later dahlings....shamome....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114690528993000288?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114690528993000288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114690528993000288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114690528993000288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114690528993000288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114678194237898058</id><published>2006-05-04T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:32:22.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Home" - Michael Bublé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;That this is not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114678194237898058?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114678194237898058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114678194237898058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114678194237898058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114678194237898058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114678164656265948</id><published>2006-05-04T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:27:26.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never would have believed that moving house was so stressful, it certainly wasn't stressful when we moved into Wellesley Road, but I suppose there were 5 of us. I've spent all evening cleaning, I never ever want to see another anitbacterial wipe again and I defy any germs to survive in my thoroughly antibacterialised appartment. I'm sure it'll be fab when it's finished but atm, the end isn't really in sight so I'm having trouble seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Winter Roberts this evening, although, unfortunately he's only released the one song so far. I don't fully understand the lyrics but I love his voice &amp; the production is fantastic. Perhaps a little less commercial sound would be nicer but then again, it wouldn't lend itself so well to radio airplay and I know I wouldn't have heard of him had I not heard 'Head in Your Cloud' on the radio. It's a vicious circle really, do you comprimise your sound to appeal to the masses? Kudos to those who don't. I would like to listen to music without critically analysing every little aspect but I can't, ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of e-mails to reply to, shall go and do that now :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shamone...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114678164656265948?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114678164656265948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114678164656265948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114678164656265948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114678164656265948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed.html' title='Stressed!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114646752460441818</id><published>2006-05-01T07:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:12:04.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Greetings Pop Pickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm rather knackered... What a crazy weekend it's been - all great fun though! Did the show on Saturday morning (following 3hrs sleep - ick!) and flew straight to Manchester. We had lunch in The Living Room which was lush except we ate upstairs {{big rolly eyes}} - if you've eaten there before you may have noticed this - the always put the best looking people downstairs - It's true!!! Granted, they're all immaculately dressed and I was in my usual jeans &amp; t-shirt but still, no excuse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to Ikea yesterday and spent an obscene amount. Actually, my mother spent an obscene amount - I now have to pay her back - ARGH! I've already recieved a severe slagging for going to Manchester and buying a cheese grater so don't start :op All good fun though :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not content with going home and actually getting some sleep, I went to the Potthouse last night. It was pants, just pants - no better way to describe it. Didn't enjoy the music at all - perhaps the domestication is going to my head?! 2hrs sleep later and here I am in work - yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I need me bed, I'm away to lie on the studio floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shamone...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114646752460441818?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114646752460441818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114646752460441818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114646752460441818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114646752460441818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/05/manic-weekend.html' title='Manic Weekend!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114600005175882445</id><published>2006-04-25T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:20:51.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...Just crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was good with stuff to think about - some sorta divine inspiration would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114600005175882445?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114600005175882445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114600005175882445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114600005175882445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114600005175882445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/crap.html' title='Crap...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114569211613541548</id><published>2006-04-22T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:48:36.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Alex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;McCormick, Alex: Much loved hamster, died peacefully in his sleep 20th April 2006. Will be sadly missed by all those close to him. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt the need to open on a somber note to mark the crossing of Alex to the great big wheel in the sky. Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm never drinking on a school night ever again... ARGH! Sooooo predictable, I go out saying 'I'm not getting drunk tonight' and of course I do (usually blaming random people along the way). Well, it was most definitely my fault - I'm paying for it this morning but I had an AWESOME night!! The showbiz party of the day, I'm talking about, of course. Everyone was there, everyone was drunk - predictably Lisa made confessions (not unprompted might I add!!!) and my only criticism of the night is that it ended too quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Manchester aside, I think that's probably going to be my last big night out for a while ;o( In a very random act of domestication, I'm moving next week. Oh crap, it seems so real when I read it back! EEK! I am slightly concerned that I need to acquire a sofa asap and that I can't actually afford said sofa, a JCW seat would make such a nice addition to the living room - doncha think?!? I've got a definite MINI theme going on - bought 2 MINI shaped cushions for the non exsistant sofa - they're sooooooooo cool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am generally really very happy atm, everything is rather wonderful and I can't think of much that would make it better (unless I got a pay rise but fat chance of that!) - far cry from last week, I think I'm schizo. &lt;&lt;insert&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before I end this and go do some work, I'd like to turn serious for one second (whaaat?!) and address someone who, although it's only been little over a week, I miss very much. I don't know if you're reading this but you know who you are. I'm completely oblivious to what has happened but I really really hope you're ok. You've been there for me when I've needed to talk and I hope you know that I'm always here for you. Please let me know you're ok :o) x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiight, I have loads to say but I reckon I should do what I'm paid to do and talk about it rather than type about it ;o) This could be a 2 blog day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shamone....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114569211613541548?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114569211613541548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114569211613541548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114569211613541548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114569211613541548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/rip-alex.html' title='RIP Alex...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114477520068812732</id><published>2006-04-11T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:25:06.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another trip to the hairdresser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...well, you can't get it cut and not coloured, can you? Besides, I really only went for the head massage - I can't honestly say I have never had my head felt in that way before. In fact, I feel slightly sleazy, I'm not paying for a hairdo at all - it's the damn head massage!!!! Note to Toni &amp; Guy: I'd like some eye candy washing my hair next time, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 4:30am start today - make it stop please ;o) Poor Barry, I was like a zombie this morning - the floor looked so comfy and inviting, I was genuinely worried I would fall asleep. I'm going to bed early tonight, I mean it this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered nice new MINI pressies last night &amp; I'm off to David Prentice in the morning to get the JCW Sound Kit fitted, I'm quite looking forward to it. Damn, I don't care - everyone knows I'm a geek - I am almost-as-much-as-Christmas-morning excited!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3515/2590/1600/works_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3515/2590/320/works_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that I've imposed a month long car modding ban on myself - yeh right, we'll see how long it lasts. Tried getting Carolyn to join me in that one but the following sentance was something along the lines of 'get a price for the JCW suspension, won't you!' so I guess I'm on my own with that one - HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my blog is becoming my place to apologise (oooh - isn't that a cop out?!), I apologise profusely to Jenni for standing her up this afternoon! Completely forgot we were meant to grab a coffee so I am sorry sweetie. You can buy me a caramel macciato on Thursday - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114477520068812732?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114477520068812732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114477520068812732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114477520068812732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114477520068812732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-day-another-trip-to.html' title='Another day, another trip to the hairdresser...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114469468898831675</id><published>2006-04-10T19:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:44:49.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I stole this from Lis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. WHAT COLOUR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;White - how angelic, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Basement Jaxx - Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chicken Goujons at lunch time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pink: There is profound reason for this, I just like pink :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have no idea, got my curtains closed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My dad - he called me to tell me he enjoyed the show, bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hair usually! Strange? Moi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nah, she's annoying!!! Only joking Lis - of course I luvs ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Very happy thank you very much :oD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Budweiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13. FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ice Hockey - I just wish I could play it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the first time in a long time, I have my natural hair colour and it's kinda light brown - I don't like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;15. EYE COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Somedays green, somedays blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;16. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nope, I can think of nothing more horrible than putting things in my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;17. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;January - usually have snow in January ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;18. FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mejican - Fajitas, Quesadillas etc. - yum yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;20. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Terribly shy ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;21. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Winter - I'm like a kid in a candy shop when it snows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;22. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Depends on the situation really - I do like cuddles though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;23. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;24. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chocolate (counting the days until the end of Lent!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;25. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes please, I actually find this quite interesting to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;26. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO BLOG THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;David - He'll get bored at some point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;27. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO BLOG THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Andy - he'll tell me he's too cool for this sorta thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;29. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slightly ashamed to say I've been 'reading' manga books for months now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;30. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to the Red Panda - YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;31. LAST PLACE YOU WENT ON HOLIDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Majorca - last September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;32. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Freshly washed things, New car smell &amp; Cool Water for Men! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;33. WHO/WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps a little bit sad, I moan about him a lot but my dad is a real inspiration to me. What he's come through and what he's achieved, I have a lot of admiration for him even though I don't always show it. My uncle Brian is a wonderful man as well, I'd like to have half of his strength/bravery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;34. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sweet - every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;35. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What sort of question is this?!? There is only one! MINI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;36. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have a favourite flower but I do think we should try to ressurect the art of flower arranging, there aren't enough people flower arranging these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;37. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;House, car &amp; work keys = quite a lot of keys, but each one necessary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;38. CAN YOU JUGGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nope - haven't got the co-ordination for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;39. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;40. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was that exciting that I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;41. WHAT IS YOUR STAR SIGN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;42.DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;43. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's never coherent enough to be a 'thought' as such!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;44. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;45. WHERE IS THE BEST PLACE FOR A HONEYMOON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fiji - Ooooooooooooooooh ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114469468898831675?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114469468898831675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114469468898831675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114469468898831675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114469468898831675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/slightly-bored_10.html' title='Slightly bored...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114468367750299697</id><published>2006-04-10T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:41:19.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New hairdo (dahlings)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...And I paid nowt for it! Toni &amp; Guy have opened a new salon in Lisburn and invited me along for a free haircut - very nice of them, I thought. Brought Kyla along for the craic and I have to say, the two of us got treated like royalty. Champagne on arrival - which, might I add, I refused (not like me!) and a Toni &amp;amp; Guy goodie bag on departure. I'm liking the celeb lifestyle - HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed the show this morning, almost didn't want to leave at 10am (hope my boss doesn't read this)! Didn't get a great deal of interaction but I try not to let it bother me if I feel it's gone well. Did get some woman complaining about my use of the word 'midget' but it's true, I AM 3 inches away from being a midget! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally rather happy today you'll be glad to hear! Contemplating going to Malta with Poo to see Corinne&amp;amp;Chanel - that would be so so much fun but I'm taking time off in August so I'm not sure if I'll be allowed a week in June as well - hmph! Also got my upcoming Manchester escapdes so we shall see what happens! Looking forward to Manc for many reasons actually. I'm sure I'll divulge more info nearer the time but definitely because I should get to see Markie - Whoooooooooo! Haven't seen him since last year so he at least owes me a drink and a hug. Oh, and definitely definitely going to Boro at some point - sooner rather than later - prepare yourselves, tehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm away to listen to my radio twin, this girl scares me to be honest, we're on the same mental wavelength and that NEVER happens to me *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114468367750299697?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114468367750299697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114468367750299697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114468367750299697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114468367750299697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-hairdo-dahlings.html' title='New hairdo (dahlings)...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114460046731502280</id><published>2006-04-09T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:34:27.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good Afternoon boys &amp; girls - you'll be glad to hear that I'm much less despressive today. I'm a bit bored of filling my blog with doom and gloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early this morning and washed the car - bit of a half hearted wash but it looks nice and shiny anyway! Went out for a bit of a drive &amp;amp; walk and then went off to Dunelm Mill with my mum. For those of you unaware, Dunelm Mill is a huge housey type shop and since my bedroom is being decorated I need new bed clothes etc. In fact, I'm getting everything new so I picked up a lovely big, warm feather duvet. Unfortunately my mum wouldn't let me buy it because of 'bird flu' - have you ever heard the like of it?!?! Yes, my mum IS as dippy as I make out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised David an elaborate apology in my blog today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I feel oliged to keep him sweet since he provides me with show prep!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I told him I would go out for coffee this afternoon but obviously, got caught up shopping with my mum so couldn't make it. SORRY GEEKY G - I'll make it up to in any way I can! I'll buy ye a drink at your forthcoming 21st birthday party ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work in the morning. I'm slightly apprehensive about doing brekkie on my own but on the other side, I'm soooo excited! I was actually just thinking the other day, I have covered every show on the station now - neat, eh? Quite proud of that one actually, in fact generally quite proud of myself in work. I'm the first to say that I have been incredibly lucky &amp;amp; I'll be forever indebted to the few people who believed in me and gave me a chance - I look back at some of those earlier demos and cringe - they obviously saw something there! I have, however, worked for it. Can't believe, I've actually been doing this in whatever capacity without a break since I was 19, the first proper week off I've had was in February this year - that's weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm sorta defending myself here, I know I'm still pretty young to be in the position I'm in but I've always believed in myself, if you don't believe in yourself, then no one else will. I'm a nightmare if I want something, I *always* get it - hehehehe! Damn, I shoulda bought that iPod Nano today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away to read thru the papers and perhaps find something to talk about tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114460046731502280?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114460046731502280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114460046731502280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114460046731502280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114460046731502280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-normal-now.html' title='Back to normal now...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114453282788848771</id><published>2006-04-08T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:47:07.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3rd post of the day, things are deinitely not all well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonights focus is very much on the thought that everything that happens in your life is all part of God's greater plan. The mistakes I've made - they've all happened for a reason. All I can do is draw knowledge from experiences and learn not to repeat the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a big long drive tonight, I found some really awesome roads - unfortunately I can't even remember said roads because I spent much of it in a mess. You think you know someone and you put your trust in them and then you realise that you got it all wrong. There goes my naivety again, I rarely put myself first - perhaps I should start doing that now and I won't get walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I had a lovely chat with Anna. I'm sorry if you're reading this Hannan, you always seem to call me when I'm in a foul mood. And the convo always starts off with me telling you I don't want to talk to you, you always manage to cheer me up slightly though ;o)&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Cora earlier too, that was nice - sista, if you're reading - get blogging - I'm interested in your life even if you aren't - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exposed as a big scaredy car - Noooooooooooooo...! Why, while I'm young, don't I up and leave, travel around a bit etc etc. Good Question! I'm partly scared to leave my ideal job and I'm partly scared to randomly go off somewhere strange, on my own. So yes, I am a big scaredy cat :o) One day I'll surprise ye all, honest... I might!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note, I'm logging off... I've probably said way too much and I'm definitely coming across as a sad case who sits at the PC all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do depressed - whats goin on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114453282788848771?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114453282788848771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114453282788848771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114453282788848771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114453282788848771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114452295827151848</id><published>2006-04-08T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:06:06.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The GRRR ARGH post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 Posts in one day, wow, I really do have too much free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for indecisiveness, I couldn't decide between Hedgehunter and Clan Royal so I did neither. I don't like the Grand National anyway, it's too long and has too many fences - I get really annoyed when I see so many horses falling :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta feel the need to rant so this may turn into another cryptic post, apologies if it does. I really don't like moaning but hey, once in a while it's necessary! I miss Boro, I miss Boro a LOT. I miss being surrounded by my friends, I miss the great times we had, I miss being me. Like I posted before, I am so insanely happy with work, but I discovered a long time ago that there's more to life than work (unfortunately). And the personal side of things?! My usual response would be 'don't go there' but that's pretty much why I need to rant. First of all, referring to my previous situation - Why can't the internet coexist with real life? Well, it can, of course it can - most normal people can make it coexist - then there are the others - GRRRRR and double GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the indecisiveness, and I really can't make decisions for love nor money nor radio stickers. I virtually need pushed into things &amp; right now there is a decision I need to make, the answer is glaring me in the face but I have too many 'what ifs'. Need the confidence to move forward and just make a bloody decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't listen to Cannonball anymore, I get echoes of 'I'm 961 days older than I should be and I'm greatful for those 961 days' or 'It's one day at a time'. Feck, I hate planning ahead - one day at a time, eh? It makes so much more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect this to make sense to anyone and actually, I'd quite like you to forget about it if you're reading it - I don't do depressed ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114452295827151848?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114452295827151848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114452295827151848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114452295827151848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114452295827151848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/grrr-argh-post.html' title='The GRRR ARGH post'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114449978238060566</id><published>2006-04-08T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:36:22.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have gone shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But whoa, am I tired! Plus, I'm one of only 8 females in the world that doesn't like shopping. Granted, I don't mind a dander round the shops now and again but I'm getting my new exhaust on Wednesday so I have no money at all so I think it would just depress me. That said, the propect of another afternoon home alone - that's depressing me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite enjoyed work this morning, even if it was a tad strange being back on my own. It's nice being on with Geeky G on a Saturday, we get breakfast and generally have a good giggle. This is going to come back to haunt me, isn't it?! Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mildly amused at David's confusion over my last blog entry so I think I'm going to be as cryptic as possible from now on - HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;It's just nice to thrash something out outside of my head without actually going into details, if you get me? It's like I always say, you can't keep up a pretence for that long...... so I guess I may as well keep somethings to myself ;o) I'm sure things will work themselves out, they always do - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the Grand National today, dad must be ill - he's not at it. I remember watching it as a child with my granda, every year. He loved horse racing! I'm sure he's looking down on us now, suitably impressed by dad's racing adventures. Clan Royal or Hedgehunter? Hmmmm, decisions decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114449978238060566?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114449978238060566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114449978238060566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114449978238060566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114449978238060566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/should-have-gone-shopping.html' title='Should have gone shopping!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</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-25380986.post-114440500261130547</id><published>2006-04-07T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:19:21.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That Friday Feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, working at 6am on a Saturday means I don't get the Friday feeling! Whats it feel like anyway? Is it all warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 3 days as a co-presenter over and I've had a blast. Not enough to want to do it permenantly, I don't think, but it's been great craic nonetheless. My boss seems happy with how things have gone as well so I couldn't really ask for more. I guess the real challenge will be doing the show on my own next week - EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should be absolutely over the moon and I am, don't get me wrong, but I feel a bit crappy. Got the afore mentioned problem sorted so that's no longer playing on my mind but I have a different 'situation' to deal with. One of those 'where do I stand' moments, I'll not go into details - I think that would be really wrong. But I so wish I knew what to do! Meh, I wish everything was black&amp;white - no room for confusion, Lisa's perfect world, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I always have a moral dilemma when I post here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing on a more light hearted note, today I'm thinking about a film I would like to be in, who I would like to play and why - for an article in the Belfast Telegraph *Ponders* I think it might be slightly wrong to say Battle Royale and slightly predictable to say The Italian Job!!! Your thoughts and suggestions are most welcome ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114440500261130547?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114440500261130547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114440500261130547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114440500261130547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114440500261130547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-friday-feeling.html' title='That Friday Feeling...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114431837366372130</id><published>2006-04-06T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:17:54.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belfast's Bigger Breakfast continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 more breakfast shows - and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Actually, for all the moaning I do about the 4:30am starts (although they ARE a killer!), I'm actually really enjoying it. Jeez, of course I am - this time last year, I was doing my finals, preparing to move back home and do the late show on Mid FM. Instead, I came back to do weekends on Citybeat and within 8 months, I'm now doing drive time. Pinch me someone? It's funny the different turns your life takes, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got piccies taken of the car last night, can't wait to see them properly - looked like Carolyn got some awesome ones - unsurprising really, she always disappears off to the silliest places to get shots! Had a luverly dinner and came home to bed,  how bizarre it is getting used to sleeping opposite a wall of mirrors!! Mum keeps joking that I must love it because I'm so vain (I'm sooooo not!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having one of those blonde moments where hindsight is a wonderful thing. What people don't get about me is that I actually AM that naive, I often don't think about what I say - I'd NEVER say anything to hurt anyone and I'm certainly not a bitchy person. Basically I said something I shouldn't have and I'm feeling rather crappy about it now. I should learn to keep my mouth shut really but I never do. Sorry if you're reading this, it wasn't said in the way you think it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day with Dave - I'm gonna have a comeback for him tomorow... I am... honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamone....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114431837366372130?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114431837366372130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114431837366372130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114431837366372130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114431837366372130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/belfasts-bigger-breakfast-continues.html' title='Belfast&apos;s Bigger Breakfast continues...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25380986.post-114416664751269513</id><published>2006-04-04T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:17:31.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooooooo - I'm a blogger now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I always thought that blogs were for people that have too much time on their hands, well... I must be one of those people now! Except, I'm in work so I actually do have stuff to do. YES... I DO WORK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TBH, I don't have anything to say - I was just quite excited about getting a blog and had to post right away :o) I'm sure I'll be back later with tales of Andy getting beaten by children @ bowling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shamone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25380986-114416664751269513?l=lisamccormick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/feeds/114416664751269513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25380986&amp;postID=114416664751269513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114416664751269513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25380986/posts/default/114416664751269513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamccormick.blogspot.com/2006/04/whooooooooo-im-blogger-now.html' title='Whooooooooo - I&apos;m a blogger now!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540828554538548446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
