I'm back! after some time ...it's me, Chris, the soon to be husband :P  ( "soon" as in 3 years ).

Last week me and Nicole went over to that little angel who got baptized a month ago. She lives across the street so we made a get away plan :D - no one was home actually to stop us - and went over to her house. I brought my dad's camera and Nic was in seventh heaven with it - we really have to get her one. She doesn't use to photograph people so this was supposed to be her photo shoot. The baby just woke up and was so little and precious that I was amazed how we start this life so fragile and tiny. She was in good mood and she was smiling every time she saw Nicole approaching with the camera. It was great, Nicole had her hands full for an hour with the little princess. All this time I was in the lobby, watching the three of them, Alexia's mother included, moving around the house, laughing and having fun. The photos turned out great ( all 345 :D) Have a look!

Today Ladies is Monday and you know what that means……….Grateful Monday Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found this very cute video on being grateful and it made me smile this Monday morning, and I know it will make you smile too.

Remember to think of all the things that you are grateful for today. And since we are "Living the Dash" on our "30 Days to Live; A Life of No Regrets Challenge" (see last Friday's post if you are not sure what that means) being grateful is a great way to "live the dash" today!

So be grateful and make sure YOU are living your dash well!

Now I have some exciting news………. so many people have asked me how they can get the Girls Daily Blog in their email, etc so here is the link to subscribe to it. I do not sell your information this is just for you to get the Girls Daily Blog in your inbox without having to come here!

Also spread the word that this Thursday we are continuing our "30 Days to Live; A Life of No Regrets Challenge!" so Life the Dash this week and check out the cute video

 "My admirable Mother"

We, often admires person if they are good looking. We do respect an individual who acts to be respected. But, for me I don't do the same. Because for me I'd rather admire a person if they deserve too. And it depends to there attitude and way of living.

Just like my mother, my source of everything, my beloved one. She taught me to grow strong and bold that’s one of the best things for her. She’s the most responsible mother I ever known, even problems strikes in her life, she stand tall and fight the obstacles in life. I admire her because; all she wants is to make us happy.

As a daughter it is my responsibility to love and respect her, but sad to say, sometimes I failed to do so. In my intire life, I see and felt in my heart that she's the only girl I respect most, not just shes my mother but God portraits her to be respected and admired.

I wanted her to be happy, and Im still hoping to be the best daughter for her. Someday, In return to show love and care for her  and to tell her that she's the best mother I admires and respect. 

These are quite academic issues in the Indian context. But going by the way western influences are sweeping India, probably these might become real issues in India too.

In the recent past, in the west there have been a few instances that brought forth these critical issues.

• Three months back, America was stunned by the news that as many as 17 girls of a high school -- none of them over 16 years of age -- tested positive to pregnancy test. What alarmed the nation, that is known for high teen pregnancies, was that the number 17 was more than four times the number of pregnancies the 1,200-student school had last year. The other worrying point was indications that these girls were celebrating their new status and that they had got into a pact to raise children together. (Source: Time)

• A week back, after Alaskan governor Sarah Palin was announced as the American vice-presidential Republican candidate, news emerged that her 17-year-old daughter Bristol was five months pregnant. The family announced that she would keep the baby and she would marry the man responsible. (Source: BBC)

• Just a few days back, France woke up to the news that their justice minister Rachida Dati, who is not married, was pregnant. She declined who name who the father was and said her personal life was complicated. The whole nation is speculating as to who the man could be. (Source: BBC)

These hit the headlines because of the number of schoolgirls involved or because of the women who were involved. But I am sure there are many more such cases in the west that do not hit the headlines.

Pregnancy is a personal issue of a woman (and a man). Nevertheless, the above cases are unusual. Does a woman, who has physically matured to conceive a child, automatically also have the right to conceive a child? If she is psychologically prepared and has the resources to conceive and bring up a child, does she have the right to go ahead? Does she have to be over a particular age? Should she have to be married to get pregnant?

If the French minister has got pregnant, how should it matter to her people or to the world at large as long as she is no threat to peace and carries out her ministerial responsibilities impeccably?

Don't trivialise parenthood

I don't think motherhood (and fatherhood) should be trivialised as a rule. It's just not the physical ability to bear a child, but also the psychological and emotional preparedness, that should determine if a woman is ready to get pregnant.

It's different from taking up a job, earning an income and then blowing it up mindlessly. It is different staying away from home and hanging out with friends. It is different from taking the first puffs of cigarette smoke. It's different from getting drunk. It's different from "having fun" one night (or many nights) with the sweetheart.

Getting pregnant is different. It involves creating a new life. It is being responsible for someone else's life, for his or her existence. It's a serious matter; and getting pregnant isn't like downing few drinks of Vodka. With so many conveniences in the modern world, and mind-boggling changes in value systems, today's teenagers shouldn't blamed for having a casual attitude towards getting pregnant, or making someone pregnant; towards motherhood or fatherhood. They need to educated on this aspect.

For a child, her mother and father are more than just two people who give them food and buy clothes. They bring in values to the children's lives. Single motherhood (or single fatherhood) is a choice for very few people. For most it's something that's forced upon them. The next best thing the mother or father can do is to make sure that the child is not deprived of the other parent.

Not as easy as it sounds, I know. But I say that because there are many seemingly normal families which are as good as completely broken up. Father and mother being married is not as important as the constructive role they play in their families, especially for their children.

All said and done, it's exceptions rather than rules that make this world exciting. May be there are exceptions which have worked well. Yet, as a rule, I don't think a woman's right to get pregnant is absolute; it's not a mere physical state; more than social, there are emotional and psychological attributes to getting pregnant.

1) Sarah Palin will very likely be our next president, as McCain is going to anger himself into an aneurism within months of taking office. Sarah Palin is currently suing the Bush administration to take polar bears off the endangered species list. Polar bears! We will not speak of what will happen to Roe v. Wade.

2) Why did I eat that ice cream tonight after all of the Thai food?

3) My mother has already bought her plane ticket to come visit when the baby is born. Instantly, the apartment looks fourteen times more filthy and disorganized.

4) The mouse traps are still empty, but I know there's something lurking behind the stove.

5) This has to be the worst hair year I've ever had. Which is saying a lot because the mullet of seventh grade still burns in memory.

6) The Thai food, the Thai food.

7) It's coming up on the anniversary of September 11th. Seven years? Seven years.

There's something about breaking your fast with friends and family. It was the day I enjoyed Ramadan most because, much like Christmas and Thanksgiving, the two key elements are other people and food. I have fond memories of my mother entertaining members of our extended family during Ramadan. She'd make close to a dozen different dishes, all of them seasoned perfectly. She'd make stuffed grape leaves, turkey, lasagna, rice with pine nuts and golden raisins, roast beef, orzo soup.

We'd carry the kitchen table out into the dining room, then push the two tables together so everyone would have a place to sit. And even then people would spill out into the living room. The kids would cram around the coffee table in the family room.

I talked with my dad the day of my dinner party. When I told him 25 people were coming over, he said, "You are your mother's daughter." If I can make this time of year half as special for my kids as she did for us, I'd be happy.

But guess what?  She's beat me to the punch!  I mean seriously.  We were sitting just chatting nicely and she said out of the blue "You know, Im feeling so much better now.  There is no reason for you to include me in everything anymore.  I am going to get my own life together so you can live yours."  I about passed out on the spot!  

I looked at this strange creature in wonder.  Who was this inhabiting my mother's body?  Do I dare trust it?  Could I be dreaming?  

Our conversation went on really very nicely.  I suggested that she start looking into classes and clubs to join.  She seemed open to the idea, and also when I suggested that she start calling some of the ladies I have introduced her to in the area to make friendships.  

Maybe I'm being cynical here, but the last time she was this nice and this normal was the last time I had her on Prozac.  She was such a joy to have around then!  The Zoloft must be working.  Hurray!  She is reasonable, logical, and considerate.  Do you think my brothers beat her up when she was down south or what?

I'm breathing a sigh of relief at the moment.  Wow, if this attitude holds as long as she does it will make life a whole lot better!  

I am absolutely certain that your prayers and good wishes have helped out here.

Then again, maybe its me... maybe by having a rest, a break and getting away, I have changed and that has facilitated all of this.  Could be!

PollyAnn

My Fair Lady

The Ten Commandments

The Sound of Music

The Karate Kid

The Unsinkable Molly Brown

Pay it Forward

Lady and the Tramp

Million Dollar Duck

Pippy Longstockings

Little Women

City Slickers

Daddy Longlegs

E.T.

Fivel Goes West

Home Alone I,  II

The Grinch

Wizard of Oz

Secret Garden

Please add any you can think of, thanks!

That's about all that I can remember of the dream. Nothing particularly spectacular, other than the fact that I am spending time alone with my father, something we rarely did once I grew up. Now that he is gone, we do it a lot in my dreams. We go to a lot of places together in my dreams. We have lots of conversations, one-on-one conversations. I don't suppose I need to mention that we didn't do that a lot either once I got older. My father wasn't big on conversations. He was a quiet man, at least at home, unless he was angry, and then he was loud, full of ire, sometimes uncontrollable ire. My temper is very much like my father's at times—uncontrollable. It is not something of which I am proud. It is as if some switch goes off, and I can no longer contain the words tumbling out of my mouth, and I hate every second that this scathing venomous attack lasts. I have gotten much better at controlling this switch, but it still happens, but it takes a lot more to set it off.

But with my father, you just didn't know how long his fuse was. I think that's the way it is with people who hold so much inside for so long. You know that sooner or later it has to come out, but you just have no idea what is going to set it off. So spilling kool-ade might set it off, when in fact, it's really something from three months ago that has been simmering. And then he would (to use a good old southern word) holler like crazy. So there would be hollering in the house, but it was almost always between my mom and dad.

When I was a child, I only remember two times that my father really got angry with me. I mean good and angry with me. My mother usually handled the discipline. But there were two times that my father stepped in. That was as a child. But as I got older, as a teenager, I remember my father saying something to me one time when I was acting like an ass over something that really caught me short. My dad was sitting in his usual chair in the dining room, and he looked up at me with so much pain in his eyes, and he said, "when was the last time you actually said hello to me when you walked into the house?" It stopped me dead in my tracks. In my self-absorbed 16-year-old self, I suppose it never even occurred to me that my father would want to hear hello from me, one simple word. Talk about making a person feel horrible, he hadn't even said it in anger, just in resignation, a tired man who had realized where he stood in the hierarchy of his daughter's priorities. God, if I could take back that moment.

But as to conversations, my father wasn't big on sitting down and having heartfelt conversations. He would have brief conversations, usually consisting of two to three questions: "You doing okay?" "You like your job?" and maybe one or two more. If it went further, it was more of a 20 questions kind of probing on my part or on his. Not nosiness, just a comfortable questions and answer period. I think that we communicated like this mostly because he knew that I understood how taxing his communication was with my mother and I realized that if wanted me to know something, he would tell me, and that was somewhat of a relief for him. Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to denigrate my mother. You just have to understand her modus operandi for communication. It can be relentless and includes many assumptions, and unfortunately, I sometimes fall into that pattern if I am not careful. So often when my dad and I were together once I was older, it was in companionable silence or with a few questions here and there so that once my mother got me on the phone, she couldn't interrogate me as to what my father and I had spoken about.

So when I have these dreams in which I am spending time with my dad at the grocery store or in the car or just talking, I relish them, cherish them because I know, deep in my heart that they are my father's gift to me. That somehow, somewhere, my father knows that there are days on which I would give anything, everything to be able to pick up the telephone and hear his voice, but that will never ever happen again. And so I must settle for what dreams may come.

Twenty-one pages were completed in my album, which is pretty good, but nowhere near the 65+ pages like the days of old when we scrapbooked in Prescott.  Thank God we've relaxed a bit.  OK, A LOT.   Here are a few peaks into my family scrapbook. Sorry the pictures are not totally clear.  I'm too tired to take them out of the page protectors.  :o)

This page of Larisa is the first time I've used pressed-foam raised shapes that you cover with paper (the flowered ring) and paint the sides.  The effect is cool with the three-dimensional frame.  There is also bling on the flowers at the top that don't show that well.

I simply love pictures of boys being boys.  I still need to do my journaling on the striped paper on the right, but I love the color combination on this page.  Titles I'm considering: "Hoopla"  "Just hangin' Around" or "White Men CAN Jump."  I'm open to voting.

You've possibly seen this photo on my blog with the story behind the grin... So cute!  My boy!  A friend brought up her Cricket machine, which is totally awesome!  It cuts out the letters I used here for the title.  You basically put your paper in, tell it what to cut out and whammo!  It's done.  Pretty slick, if you ask me.

Two weeks ago I was talking to two women from our church and I mentioned Anne of Green Gables.  Neither one knew Anne with an E.  I was amazed.  Shocked.  Dismayed.  I thought everyone knew Anne with an E.  So this past weekend, while scrapping, we watched all THREE LOOOONG Anne of Green Gables movies.  It was truly a delight for our souls. (However, I still think Lucy Maud Montgomery would be flipping over in her grave if she saw the third movie in the series!  It's missing the verbiage, scenery, flavor and sentimentality of the first two which she indeed wrote.)

There you have it.  I need to go take a nap now.

OH!  The scissors-through-the-chicken bag will be up Monday morning on www.bagsforzaza.blogspot.com. Bid on a bag and help bring our daughter home from Colombia!

We found out that Baby Sexton is going to be a boy. I'm going to have a son and though I would have bet $100 I was having a girl, having a boy is fine with me.I have said since day one that as long as the baby is healthy, I don't care what it is. Something about realizing I'm going to be a father really made the sex of the baby irrelevant.

Naming your baby

Maybe this is more of a girl thing than a guy thing. My wife has been looking through baby name books for months. She has a note book where she writeds in all the names that she likes. She kept asking me when I was going to start looking at names and the ultra procrastinator in me just kept saying "Next week". I don't have a name that I NEED to use. Some people have that name they have wanted to use since before they are married. I am not one of them. With a name like mine, I can appreciate the need for a good baby name. There are hundreds of books about picking a name with historicle references, statistics of how popular the names are and even one that has names broken up based on astrological signs. It seems like the baby name book market has no boundries.

What to name MY baby

Knowing that I'm having a son makes the decion a bit easier since now I can focus on boy names but that really doesn't make it any easier. I have an ODD name, sure my parents could have named me John or Sam but they didn't. As much as I hated it growing up, having a different name has helped me in ways that I have grown to appreciate as I have gotten older. Name recognition has served as my calling card. You really can't confuse me with anyone. Because of this, I feel strongly about having a different name for my son. I don't feel like giving them a name that is going to be the butt of jokes for the rest of their life but then again kidsw are mean and no matter whhat you name your kid, someone is going to make fun of it. Giving them a differnt name than the norm is all I really want.

So my delema is this, how can I pick a different name without it being something that is going to make them the joke of their class?

With your hair all a mess

You wipe your dirty hand on your red t shirt

You know she will be angry

After all, you could have done better

You prepare yourself before you open the door

Wet your fingers and smooth down your reckless hair

As you hand her the note from the teacher

Your prepare for your excuses

As you stick your dirty little hands into your shorts pocket

You find a dried, shriveled daisy

“This is for your mom!”

She slowly exposes a smile

“Go wash up for a snack.”

Mother shakes her head and mutters under her breath

“My silly little boy”

Ayudándose de la excusa de contarle a sus hijos cómo conoció a su madre, Ted Mosby (el protagonista) cuenta cómo allá por el año 2005 vivía en Nueva York y lo que le ocurrió antes de que conociera a su madre. Con esa excusa la serie entra en una historia que puede parecer la típica de series como Friends, grupo de amigos viviendo en Nueva York e inexplicablemente pagando un piso en Manhattan xD

La serie está llena de puntazos y frases totalmente geniales, lo mejor sin duda es como chocan los distintos personajes, por ejemplo Ted es un romántico que busca su chica ideal con la que casarse y vivir felizmente enamorado, todo muy idealista y que le gusta pensar demasiado las cosas, mientras que su amigo Barney es un mujeriego fiestero y soltero que protagoniza sin duda las mejores escenas y puntazos de la serie.

Muchas de las gracias de Barney como la de "suit up!" (¡Ponte el Traje!), la de "Haaaaave... you met Ted?" (¿Conoces a Ted?) y la mejor "This is going to be LEGEN-.... Wait for it... -DARY!" (Esto va a ser LEGEN-... espera... -DARIO!) las he escuchado en español y la verdad es que después de ver la serie en VO ya te acostumbras a la voz de Barney y no tiene precio, a lo mejor por eso prefiero verla en version original... también es verdad que desde hace tiempo prefiero siempre las versiones originales tras ver las cagadas que han hecho con algunas series como Dexter.

El que no haya visto la serie ya está tardando, como muestra os dejo con algunos puntazos de Barney en la serie y veréis como alguno que otro empieza a verla ^^

Barney tiene una "cosa"

"Hot / Crazy Scale"

Recopilatorio de Barney

Si queréis bajar la serie siempre podéis buscar en vagos ^^ (están en español e inglés subtitulado RECOMENDADO)

In WWII our enemy was destroying(sinking) our ships faster than we could build them. At that time it took a year to produce ONE.  In an effort to solve the dilemma a method was devised to build a ship in one DAY.  But it required building the ship upside down and when it was turned over the welds would pop and it would come apart.(This was done using man's(world's) wisdom.  The problem was presented to a very spiritual man who was a famous industrialist at the time.  "I'll find out how to do it." he told them.  After several days of prayer and fasting, God showed him the welding formula that would hold the ship together.

We as Christian women need to always turn to God first when trying to solve a problem.  Don't get in any hurry.  GOD will give us the answer in His time NOT ours, but it will be the right answer.

Thank God I still have a little voice inside my head that is clearly less bored than I am because I didn't do it.  There is absolutely no good reason to do so.  I know this (Or at least my inner voice does.  I kinda owe it a thank you note.).

To date, I've had 2 therapy sessions with my mother.  Both were weird.  She's not really getting it, but then again, I guess I can't expect her to.  We're talking about years of fucking weird behavior denial that can't just be solved in 2 hours.  And for a woman that spends her life rewriting history to make herself feel/look better, it really doesn't matter what is said because as it works its way through her one good ear and into the history rewriting machine, its anyone's guess as to how the words get reordered.

Right now, this really just feels like me speaking my peace in another venue.  Same story.  Same results.  Different room.  Well, and there's a witness.  It really has been fascinating to see that history machine at work.  I say something, the therapist asks my mother what she heard, and wow.  Hold on to your tissues there's some fantastic stuff in there.  It kinda goes a little something like this:

Therapist:  Kathy, why don't you tell us how you're feeling right now.

Me:  Well, I feel a bit frustrated.  No matter what I say she isn't listening.

Therapist: OK.  Crazy mother, why don't you tell us what you just heard.

Crazy mother: She just said that she hates us.  That we never did anything right for her.  That we are at fault for everything that ever went wrong in her life and she wont ever forgive us for that.  Nothing is ever good enough for her and she has no desire to talk to us ever again.  Its hopeless.  Hopeless!!  (Que tears) and that I'm fat.  O, and ugly.

And I wanted to have dinner with this woman??

However, rumblings reached out across the Internet in 2003 about the possibility of a project renewal. That year, the game was re-announced, this time for the Game Boy Advance (GBA). The game's creator set up a special website and doled out information daily in presents. After a few years in development, the game was released April 20, 2006 in Japan.

The game was extremely well-received by critics there, was Famitsu magazine' number one wanted game as voted by readers in Japan, and sold over 250,000 units on its first day. Keep in mind that this was a GBA game released two years after the arrival of the DS. People anticipated that there would be no problem with getting the game released here in North America thanks to strong sales and the fact that one of the people of Nintendo's translation team was a huge Mother fan. However, the game has still not been released outside of its native nation.

The game very different from the first two, as it is divided into eight chapters and features very little ability to diverge from the path. It is just as long as Earthbound, but features adults as main characters and also has a deep, emotionally moving, and very interesting story. In the first chapter, you control Flint, the father of the true main character, Lucas, and his brother Claus. His wife is Hinawa. They are all separated thanks to various events during the game.

The main enemies of the story are the members of the Pig Army, headed by the elusive Pig King and his top general, the Masked Man. I call this the most emotionally moving 2D game ever, yet it retains the quirky, strange dialogue and bizarre situations and side characters that define this series. 

Another thing that the game retains from the older games is its incredible soundtrack. The series' main composer, Keiichi Suzuki, was replaced by Shogo Sakai, but the quality went up instead of down. There is a full rock band in the game, and the number of quality tracks contained here is staggering. The number of songs total in the game is nearly 250, and there are about a dozen themes for battles alone.

Speaking of battle music, the background music for each enemy and boss partially determines their difficulty. You hit the A button according to the beat to gain more hits, up to 16 for each character. That means that some bosses and enemies are harder to defeat simply because their background music has a beat that is difficult to place.

Overall, I think that this game would be my favourite in the series, except for the fact that I have only played it in Japanese. If you want to play the game in English, I must refer you to the Mother 3 Fan Translation. They are anticipating an end to their many, many months of work and the final release of the game in English (unofficially).

Now that our look at the individual games is complete, it is time to move on to other subjects concerning the series. For that, look to the next article!

Did I by any chance just make my very first meme?
OK, here it is.

The A-Z of Me

A is for Ann. That's my middle name.

B is for books. I like those a lot. In fact, I'm slightly obsessed with them. I would hate to live in a world eithout books. B is also for blogging, which I feel deserves a mention as it seems to be developing into my new obsession.

C is for Canada, somewhere I have never been but would like to go. Visit Canada is on my list of things to do before I die.

D is for dolphin. My favourite animal. I swam with dolphins at Zoo Marine in Portugal. It was a present from my mum and sister for my 24th birthday. D is also for dog. I am definitely a dog person. Cats are mostly either evil or stupid. Sometimes both.

E is for exercise, something I really need to start doing more of. The ten minute walk to the tram stop just isn't enough...

F is for friends and family. My friends are the most important thing in my life. I don't have many and find it hard to make new ones, which makes me appreciate the ones I do have even more. It's just a shame most of them live so far away. My family come a close second in the important things stakes. We don't always get along but when i need them I know they'll be there for me.

G is for Germany, the country I've lived in for the last two years. I first came over at the end of 2003 for my compulsory year abroad. Jan and I got together in February 2004 then six months later I had to retrun to England. After spending a year there completing my degree followed by a year as a language assistant in Austria I decided it would be nice to actually live in the same country as my boyfriend again. It also didn't hurt that I actually like Germany and still had a few friends here.

H is for homeless. I have no real home any more. Here I have a room in a student residence. In England I have a room at my dad's place. Nowhere do I have a real home to call my own.

I is for icecream. I like icecream, especially posh icecream or the kind that comes in interesting flavours, such as those made by Häagen Dazs or Ben & Jerry's. I is also for igloo. Wouldn't it be cool to go inside a real one, built by actual eskimos?

J is for Jan, aka "the boyfriend". We've been together 4 and a half years now and I can't quite belive he's managed to put up with me for so long. Mind you, for 2 years it was long distance so really we've only been in a regular relationship for 2 and a half years. Not actually living together probably helps too.

K is for kitchen. I love to cook, but not for myself. It's much more fun when someone else is going to be tasting the result. I also love baking but unfortunately don't often find the time for it.

L is for languages. I currently a speaktwo - English, as my native language, and German. I would like to learn a lot more, including Spanish, Ukranian and Italian.

M is for mother. I hope to be one some day. Ideally I would like three kids, but that's looking less and less likely as the years go by.

N is for names. I'm fascinated by names - the meanings behind them, the fact that a name that's definitely female in one country may be male in another. It's all very interesting... honest!

O is for orangutan, just because they're cool. When I was little I thought the word was "orangutang".

P is for potatoes, my favourite food. I could live on potatoes. Baked, roast, fried... anything goes. Except boiled - boiled potatoes are just boring! Mashed potatoes on the other hand are the ultimate comfort food and fantastic on a cold, miserable day.

Q is for quiz. I used to go to pub quizzes with my dad. Occasionally my team even worn. I like the pub quiz at Flynn's here in Karlsruhe - you can win a special prize for putting down an answer that they think is funny or clever. Usually the special prize (a bag full of crisps, sweets and maybe a random alcopop) is better than the real prize (whiskey, which I hate).

R is for red, my favourite colour. I wore a red dress at my 21st birthday party. It cost me 150 pounds, the most money I have ever spent on one item of clothing.

S is for Shirley, my future daughter's middle name. My step mum was called Shirley. She died when I was 12. My first daughter is having Shirley as a middle name in her honour. Any man that can't understand that isn't worthy of being the father of my children.
S is also for siblings, of which I have three. A sister, who is two and half years younger than I am, and two half brothers one from each side of the family. The brother on my mum's side is almost 18 (how did that happen? He was just a kid a few years ago!). The brother on my dad's side has just turned two.

T is for translator, what I will hopefully be in a few years time. Right now I'm a trainee translator. The ideal job for me would be translating children's books, but there's not much money in it so it would have to be on the side.
T is also for travel. There are so many places to see, so many cultures to learn about. Why stay in one place all your life?

U is for university. I'm currently studying part time for my Master's in Translation, via distance learning. U also happens to be for the name of my university, UWE, the University of the West of England.

V is for variety, the spice of life. The old saying is definitely true for me - I would get so bored if I was forced to do the same thing all the time!

W is for writing. For a long time I wanted to be an author. I still haven't entirely given up on that dream, although now I don't think I have the talent. I did do an OU fiction writing course last year though so you never know.

X is for x-ray, because it almost always is. I've never had one though - no broken bones here!

Y is for yellow flowers, something else I like. My favourite is daffodils, but I also love sun flowers. Yellow roses are pretty too.

Z is for zzz, as in sleep. I'm good at sleeping and tend to get irritable when I don't get enough. Sometimes, when I'm really tired, I'll just cry for no reason.

OK, that's me done. Now it's your turn...