<?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-24416890</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:16:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Pirate Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-116009459108451917</id><published>2006-10-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:29:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_2750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Andrew.  We are at my friends' wedding.  Doesn't he look cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-116009459108451917?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/116009459108451917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=116009459108451917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/116009459108451917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/116009459108451917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/10/chips.html' title='Chips?'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115689700445035342</id><published>2006-08-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:53:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare sucks....a rant by pirategirl</title><content type='html'>Daycare sucks. I mean, the little first mate was just fine, but I hate daycare. There was a little boy who kept hitting my little first mate, and then this boy would bully (or attack) this other little boy. Luckily the bully will be leaving the daycare for good at the end of this week and will never again be in my little first mate's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little first mate had a great time playing and exploring, but I realized how little time I will have with him, and I hope he doesn't lose that magic spark that makes him - him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that daycare is harder on the parents that it is on the kid, and I only hope that is true, because I'm really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115689700445035342?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115689700445035342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115689700445035342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115689700445035342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115689700445035342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/08/daycare-sucksa-rant-by-pirategirl.html' title='Daycare sucks....a rant by pirategirl'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115637768672748150</id><published>2006-08-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:01:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Chinese Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bc/Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg/200px-Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bc/Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg/200px-Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahoy maties - I'm sorry it has been so long since the last post.  The little first mate and the big first mate are keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Chinese food - not only does it taste good, but I usually get to eat it when I'm with friends or family.  Last night's Chinese food was no exception.  A few of my favorite mates came aboard last night and it was so lovely to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115637768672748150?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115637768672748150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115637768672748150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115637768672748150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115637768672748150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-chinese-food.html' title='I love Chinese Food'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115342537166722521</id><published>2006-07-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:56:11.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of t.v</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2411.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_2411.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey the t.v is on - Mommy never puts the t.v on when I'm awake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooooooh, it looks like a good show!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_2416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_2417.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hello t.v".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115342537166722521?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115342537166722521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115342537166722521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115342537166722521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115342537166722521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-of-tv.html' title='The power of t.v'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115331848409789036</id><published>2006-07-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:14:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little First Mate is One!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that my little first mate is a whole year old already. He has a wonderful spirit and I love him so much. I hope that he always keeps his sense of humour and love about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his birthday, the big first mate and I took him to IKEA (the little first mate loves the IKEA catalogue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_2634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took the little first mate to a water park (only for about 10 minutes - it was a really hot day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_2636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little First Mate had a great day, and so did we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115331848409789036?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115331848409789036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115331848409789036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115331848409789036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115331848409789036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-first-mate-is-one.html' title='The Little First Mate is One!'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115188964284178640</id><published>2006-07-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:20:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really hit me today- for some reason I hadn't noticed how ill my father-in-law is, until today.  I mean, I always knew he was sick, but it just really sunk in today how ill he is.  Today we were at his house and I sat with him while the big first mate fed the little first mate.  I watched as my father-in-law struggled for air while he slept.  He would wake up for a moment or two, I'd say "hello" or ask if he wanted something to drink, or I'd just hold his hand, and he would just fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really hit me today how this man, who a year ago was making jokes about his brain tumor and who was determined to beat it, is now barely able to speak and spends most of his life in and out of consciousness.  I hope that he doesn't understand what is happening to him because it would be so hard lying in a bed trying to tell your family what you want or need and not having the strength to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds horrible, but I hope this is near the end of his days, I just can't imagine what he's going through, and I see how hard it is on my mother-in-law and I pray that it will be over soon.  I don't want him to die - but it just seems like there is so much suffering in that apartment - you can feel it in the air when you walk in.  That house deserves some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled by life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115188964284178640?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115188964284178640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115188964284178640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115188964284178640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115188964284178640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-really-hit-me-today-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115175688921750638</id><published>2006-07-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T05:28:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride 'em inchworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.narvic.co.uk/gallery/albums/Lamaze/Musical_Inchworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.narvic.co.uk/gallery/albums/Lamaze/Musical_Inchworm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little first mate is currently crawling around the room with his inchworm on his back...how he did that, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe this little dude will be one soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115175688921750638?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115175688921750638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115175688921750638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115175688921750638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115175688921750638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/ride-em-inchworm.html' title='Ride &apos;em inchworm'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115154315878464928</id><published>2006-06-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:05:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows' lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;       &lt;a class="head" name="raining"&gt; Raining In Baltimore&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  This circus is falling down on its knees&lt;br /&gt; The big top is crumbling down&lt;br /&gt; It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east&lt;br /&gt; Where you should be, no one's around&lt;br /&gt; I need a phone call&lt;br /&gt; I need a raincoat&lt;br /&gt; I need a big love&lt;br /&gt; I need a phone call&lt;br /&gt; These train conversations are passing me by&lt;br /&gt; And I don't have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt; You get what you pay for&lt;br /&gt; But I just had no intention of living this way&lt;br /&gt; I need a phone call&lt;br /&gt; I need a plane ride&lt;br /&gt; I need a sunburn&lt;br /&gt; I need a raincoat&lt;br /&gt; And I get no answers&lt;br /&gt; And I don't get no change&lt;br /&gt; It's raining in Baltimore, baby&lt;br /&gt; But everything else is the same&lt;br /&gt; There's things I remember and things I forget&lt;br /&gt; I miss you   I guess that I should&lt;br /&gt; Three thousand five hundred miles away&lt;br /&gt; But what would you change if you could?&lt;br /&gt; I need a phone call   Maybe I should buy a new car&lt;br /&gt; I can always hear a freight train  baby if I listen real hard&lt;br /&gt; And I wish it was a small world&lt;br /&gt; Because I'm lonely for the big towns&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to hear a little guitar&lt;br /&gt; I guess  it's time to put the top down&lt;br /&gt; I need a phone call&lt;br /&gt; I need a raincoat&lt;/p&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/24416890-115154315878464928?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115154315878464928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115154315878464928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115154315878464928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115154315878464928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/counting-crows-lyrics.html' title='Counting Crows&apos; lyrics'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115154304733747633</id><published>2006-06-28T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:04:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing the ship alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_2398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little first mate is looking out the window - for some reason, I love this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big first mate is now staying with his parents until Saturday so that he can figure out how he can help his Mom take care of his Dad.  I miss my big first mate and its only been a few hours since I have last seen him.  He's called me twice today because he misses me and I think he's feeling like he's swimming in waters that could easily go over his head.  Its a horrible situation, but I know that my big first mate feels better about the situation because at least he feels like he's helping in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because any doubt that I had is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115154304733747633?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115154304733747633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115154304733747633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115154304733747633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115154304733747633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/sailing-ship-alone.html' title='Sailing the ship alone'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-115136973020466156</id><published>2006-06-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:55:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.warriordoc.com/bermuda2001/images/Tracy/Outward%20Bound/Final_sunset_at_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.warriordoc.com/bermuda2001/images/Tracy/Outward%20Bound/Final_sunset_at_sea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg - I can't believe its the end of the school year! Usually I'm thrilled at this time of year thinking about all the possibilities that summer will bring - but, alas, this year I am thinking about the few months of full time fun I have left with my little first mate. Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day - the world changed for me a year ago today, and luckily the seas have calmed down and the voyage continues. At the time, it was horrible, but so much good has come out of it, I feel that it was a good thing...crappy that it had to happen, but I'm glad to be on the otherside of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-115136973020466156?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115136973020466156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=115136973020466156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115136973020466156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/115136973020466156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-term.html' title='End of term'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114990765845289720</id><published>2006-06-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:47:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.apn.co.nz/webcontent/image/jpg/07brokebackmountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.apn.co.nz/webcontent/image/jpg/07brokebackmountain.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this movie contains "my new boyfriend" Jake Gyllenhaal (who is just so good looking) I found it to be very painful to watch.  Heath Ledger's performance was great, but it was really hard to understand what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;The plot was great and the wonderful acting on the part of all the actors involved really made this movie, but isn't the real question unanswered?  Its sort of like how the grass is always greener on the otherside.  Would Gyllenhall's character and Ledger's character really have been happier by being together - or was their love that much more special because they were not able to be together?  I mean, the real world changes fairytale relationships (I know - that was part of the point of the movie - why they couldn't be together), but there is something much more romantic in dreaming of "what could have been" rather than knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114990765845289720?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114990765845289720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114990765845289720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114990765845289720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114990765845289720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114987987455784423</id><published>2006-06-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:04:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding "the Shed"</title><content type='html'>I am currently looking for a shed.  I am also designing a deck for our backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I find making designs somewhat ...fun.  I mean, I'm really trying to do things properly and come up with a solid design - and that does include the dreaded...math - but for some reason, I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114987987455784423?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114987987455784423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114987987455784423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114987987455784423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114987987455784423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/finding-shed.html' title='Finding &quot;the Shed&quot;'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114909692384538975</id><published>2006-05-31T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:35:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its a boy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.partydomain.co.uk/d-commerce/media/39432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.partydomain.co.uk/d-commerce/media/39432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two wonderful crew mates went for an ultrasound yesterday and found out that their new crew member will be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited for the two of them, mind you, if their new crew mate was going to be a girl, I'd be just as excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out the gender of your newest crew member is an interesting thing - I wonder why we want to know so badly. Is it a way to "get closer" to the baby? Is it so that we can create a life plan for this new little one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something romantic about finding out about the gender of the baby the day that he/she is born, but maybe its just because I'm to impatient to wait 9 months to find out as much as I can about the little person who is coming into the world that I couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the chance to go though this all again, I think I'll want to find out the gender before the baby is born.  Its exciting to be able to say "hey the little person I am making is going to be a _______".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love babies.  They hold such promise and such a wonderful sense of the world.  I love seeing the world in a new way through my little first mate's eyes.  I can't wait for all of the memories we will make in the future, but even just the day to day events - it really is a gift to have a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114909692384538975?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114909692384538975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114909692384538975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114909692384538975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114909692384538975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-boy.html' title='&quot;Its a boy&quot;'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114891183472210748</id><published>2006-05-29T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:10:34.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>argh mates, there is nothing like a busy weekend which makes you wish that you had more time.  Time is a funny thing.  In our heads we think that we have "lots of time left to live", yet in day to day life things feel so busy, like we have no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my first mate and I are coming to the end of our mat leave, I am realizing how quickly time is going.  The hard part is that the little first mate has become so much fun lately (not that he wasn't fun before,  he's just able to do more therefore we can play in new ways).  In the past week and a half the little first mate has learned to crawl, climb the stairs, use a sippy cup, pull himself up to standing and pick things up with his thumb and first finger.  We play "tag" around the coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that going back to work I'll miss out on so much.  Its hard to imagine "co-parenting" with someone that I am not married to, and who I am paying to care for my child.   I know everything will be fine and when I get back to work I will be fine too, and the little first mate will be fine in daycare, but its a huge change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Madonna, "Time does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; go by so slowly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114891183472210748?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114891183472210748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114891183472210748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114891183472210748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114891183472210748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114787746667540269</id><published>2006-05-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:51:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune telling - Pirate Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.arstechnica.com/x/powermacman/Magic%208%20Ball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://members.arstechnica.com/x/powermacman/Magic%208%20Ball.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my magic 8 ball - it is so positive. &lt;br /&gt;Me:   Will it be a nice day today?&lt;br /&gt;Magic 8 Ball: Outlook Good. &lt;br /&gt;Me:  Will I be happy in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Magic 8 Ball:  All signs point to yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Will the little first mate have a good life?&lt;br /&gt;Magic 8 Ball: It is decidedly so.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Should I eat a huge bowl of Oreo Cookie Icecream?&lt;br /&gt;Magic 8 Ball:  Ask again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it can't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be a lot of fun to go back to school and have the magic 8 ball make all the decisions for me.  Like if a kid asks "Can I go to the bathroom" - I'd ask the magic 8 ball.  Or "can I have an extension"...and I'd shake the magic 8 ball and it would say "don't count on it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114787746667540269?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114787746667540269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114787746667540269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114787746667540269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114787746667540269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/fortune-telling-pirate-style.html' title='Fortune telling - Pirate Style!'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114771737138442030</id><published>2006-05-15T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:22:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to all the lost crewmates</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was just kidding - of course there are somethings in my past that I have to think about from time to time - especially when I get good news. A dear friend of mine got engaged and is buying a house with his fiance.&lt;br /&gt;This person is very special to me because I always felt at peace with him - like my soul found a "soft place to land". I was going though some troubled waters, and his island was a wonderful vacation spot, which unfortunately was only a vacation and I had to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I wish him well and all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114771737138442030?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114771737138442030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114771737138442030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114771737138442030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114771737138442030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/shout-out-to-all-lost-crewmates.html' title='Shout out to all the lost crewmates'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114666170060120907</id><published>2006-05-03T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:18:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing into the big 3-0</title><content type='html'>Its funny - I wanted to make this huge "realization" entry about turning 30, but in reality, its not a big deal.  I look at my past, and mostly I am glad to have had the experiences I have had, but I look more to the future now.  Maybe its because of my fantastic little first mate, or maybe its just that I have lived in the past long enough and am ready to look forward, but the big 3-0 wasn't that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine said that the 30's are the best years of your life because you are more at ease with you are.  Maybe that's true.  Maybe I'm just more content with my life.  I am ready to say good bye to last year's events, and at some point you just have to dive in with both feet and say "that was then, this is now, and I'm happy with what I've got".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm off to a good start with my 30's - I'm happy with what I've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114666170060120907?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114666170060120907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114666170060120907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114666170060120907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114666170060120907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/sailing-into-big-3-0.html' title='Sailing into the big 3-0'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114650814078636290</id><published>2006-05-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:29:00.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting these waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lfpress.ca/photos/suzuki_david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lfpress.ca/photos/suzuki_david.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy maties. On Friday night meself and one of my best mates went to see David Suzuki speak about his latest book which is an autobiography. This man has had an amazing life. He comes from a point of view which is "why not" rather than "I can't".&lt;br /&gt;I think for a lot of people saving our environment is too big of a task for one person to take on, so they do nothing. Suzuki has made it easy to do your part in a small way.&lt;br /&gt;Please go to:  http://www.davidsuzuki.org/  and take a look at the Nature Challenge and Sustainability in a Generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114650814078636290?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114650814078636290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114650814078636290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114650814078636290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114650814078636290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/protecting-these-waters.html' title='Protecting these waters'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114623507738057810</id><published>2006-04-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:37:57.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Planets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hillcity-comics.com/anime/battle_planets_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hillcity-comics.com/anime/battle_planets_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy, battle o' the Planets was my fa'orite cartoon when I was a wee child of 4 and on.  I used to get me Mom to draw the characters and cut them out so I could play with them.  Me Mom was pretty good at drawing my "paper action figures".&lt;br /&gt;I remember once asking my Dad to draw the characters for me and he drew stick figures. &lt;br /&gt;4 year old me:  Daddy you can do better than that!&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  No I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I never asked Dad to draw G-force characters for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114623507738057810?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114623507738057810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114623507738057810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114623507738057810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114623507738057810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/battle-of-planets.html' title='Battle of the Planets'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114616531515765456</id><published>2006-04-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:15:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh geez how could I forget</title><content type='html'>I forgot someone very special to me when I was writing about my dear friends.  My friend Andrew Clark is an AWESOME friend.  We met in high school and I loved the fact that he would challenge Mr.Tramble so much.  I sat beside him in OAC History because it was like of like being with an intellectual rebel.   We went to clubs, played soccer, went camping, and have had some wonderful discussions over the years.&lt;br /&gt;We lived together in university in my favorite year - 3rd year.  We had a blast in that house and I miss it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Andrew is currently in England.  I miss him dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114616531515765456?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114616531515765456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114616531515765456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114616531515765456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114616531515765456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-geez-how-could-i-forget.html' title='Oh geez how could I forget'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114605811079133897</id><published>2006-04-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T06:28:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAT?  Say it ain't so Coxy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scrubs-fr.net/encyclo/personnages/images/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.scrubs-fr.net/encyclo/personnages/images/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaaarrrgh!  If you have been watching "Scrubs", you'd know that I'm very concerned that one of my favorite characters, "Dr.Cox" might be leaving the show. &lt;br /&gt;Dr.Cox is the greatest character - here are some of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001525/"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;in response to something J.D. just said&lt;/i&gt;] Oh, my God; I care so little, I almost passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001525/"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Let me introduce you to, A Man Who Doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001525/"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You are, in fact, a perfectly healthy 26-year-old doctor who keeps whining about how horrible his father was. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0103785/"&gt;J.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, he did some considerable emotional damage, so... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001525/"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Every one of our parents does considerable emotional damage, and from what I've heard, it just might be the best part of being a parent. Now, if some guy ever does put a ring on your finger and you're lucky enough to pop out a youngster, I'm sure you'll understand. But for now, believe me when I tell you I wouldn't care if this was the first time you ever met your daddy. Because, in reality... well, he could have done a much, much worse job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the BEST quote of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001525/"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Relationships don't work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? And then they finally do, and they're happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y'know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it's couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don't let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it's right, and they're real lucky, one of them will say something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114605811079133897?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114605811079133897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114605811079133897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114605811079133897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114605811079133897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/whaaaaat-say-it-aint-so-coxy.html' title='WHAAAAAT?  Say it ain&apos;t so Coxy!'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114562505810986538</id><published>2006-04-21T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T06:10:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a sea of childhood memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/unbranded/f/unbranded-fish-fortune-telling-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/unbranded/f/unbranded-fish-fortune-telling-fish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, while the little first mate is a snoozzin' I decided that I'd look up some free fortune telling for fun on the internet.  Then I saw it...a piece of my childhood - the fortune telling fish!&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten all about the fortune telling fish.  You would simply put it in the palm of your hand, and according to how it flipped or curled, it would give you your answer. &lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114562505810986538?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114562505810986538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114562505810986538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114562505810986538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114562505810986538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-sea-of-childhood-memories.html' title='In a sea of childhood memories'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114536859373426739</id><published>2006-04-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:56:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts on the high seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_2095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photos are of the little mate and I at "swimming" lessons. Mostly its a lot of floating and the odd time dunking (as seen in the second picture - don't worry, the little first mate is fine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience has made me think a lot about parenting. Usually&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_2100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_2100.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I say usually because there are always some exceptions) parents try to do what is best for their children and want to help them through life. But at some point, you have to let go and allow your children to try things on their own. There is a fine balance between taking over and letting your kids "sink or swim" and I think it's really hard to know the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the little first mate and I have a lot of time to learn that balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114536859373426739?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114536859373426739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114536859373426739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114536859373426739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114536859373426739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/deep-thoughts-on-high-seas.html' title='Deep thoughts on the high seas'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114505702968797114</id><published>2006-04-14T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:23:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's somethin' in the waters</title><content type='html'>Not to be a downer, because that isn't the goal of this blog, but I was watching "Marketplace" on CBC, and they are currently doing a series on the rise of cancer rates in Canada - and I'm scare.  According to the CBC, 1 out of 2.3 men will have cancer in their lifetime, and 1 out of 2.6 women will have cancer.  That's really scary.&lt;br /&gt;Also on CBC webside (www.cbc.ca/marketplace) there is a discussion about all of the chemicals that cause cancers and how they are in every day products like "Mr.Clean magic eraser", and cosmetics and clothing detergent.  Why are we allowing products to even be sold if they can cause cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Also on the show they mentioned that "the pill" if used for a long period of time (over 8 years), can cause cancer - WHAT?  Why didn't anyone tell me this?  I didn't take it for that long - but its really scary. &lt;br /&gt;It has really made me want to do more research into what I am exposing my family to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel we need to do something - our government needs to get involved.  I mean, since the government pays for our healthcare (I know in the end, we do because of taxes), but if we found ways to prevent cancer rather than just pay to treat it, think of the money we could save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114505702968797114?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114505702968797114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114505702968797114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114505702968797114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114505702968797114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-somethin-in-waters.html' title='There&apos;s somethin&apos; in the waters'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114494368777792576</id><published>2006-04-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:55:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends are a mirror of who you are"</title><content type='html'>THE GALS....When I switched schools one of the things I missed most about my old school was the friends that I had made. It took me some time, but I made it a goal of mine in my second year at my new school to make some good friends. Luckily I found them.&lt;br /&gt;(In no specific order)&lt;br /&gt;Shayne...she's funny, she speaks her mind, she loves kids, and she is so wonderfully open about herself, her thoughts and ideas. I love her sense of humour and how everytime I see her I am reminded of what a wonderful outlook on life she has.&lt;br /&gt;Heather...full of grand ideas, very smart and lots of fun. She's the gal pal I wish I had when I was in high school. I can imagine us working on plays together, going to movies or parties or concerts or whatever and just having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Carmelina...for such a small body she has huge ideas and takes the risk to take them on. I don't think the word "rest" is in her vocabulary. I admire that in a lot of ways and she has taught me to be reflective on my actions and teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie...she is a wonderful human being and if I was going to discribe her, I'd call her "a big ball of sunshine who sometimes has cloudy days". I love her dedication.&lt;br /&gt;Sue...she is so wise.  That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends make life more fun, they help carry the load and help you to discover who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that "friends are a mirror of who you are" and having written about my friends I am really proud of what is reflected back. I hope I am as good of a reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114494368777792576?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114494368777792576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114494368777792576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114494368777792576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114494368777792576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/friends-are-mirror-of-who-you-are.html' title='&quot;Friends are a mirror of who you are&quot;'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114484564423286332</id><published>2006-04-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:40:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School chums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/Panico%2C%20Paul%20%26%20Peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/Panico%2C%20Paul%20%26%20Peanut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo are two wonderful mates Panico and Paul.  Panico is a mate of mine from school and Paul came a long for the voyage.  Both are very wise people and I am very lucky to know them.&lt;br /&gt;Panico is a blast to have "on deck".  He allows me to express my anger and frustration and is a wonderful sounding board.  At times I am in awe of his ability to speak his mind and make comments that I would never dare to say.  He is a much braver person than he thinks he is.  Panico stands up for what he believes in, and that is what makes him such an amazing, inspirational friend. &lt;br /&gt;He also really likes my little first mate ... but then again, who wouldn't :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114484564423286332?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114484564423286332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114484564423286332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114484564423286332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114484564423286332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-chums.html' title='School chums'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114434279469141166</id><published>2006-04-06T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:59:54.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More mates</title><content type='html'>Aye, on the high seas it is good to have friends who have been along for the voyage for years...did I say years, I meant decades!  Anthony has been a mate of mine since grade 2!  I still remember playing "Muppet Babies" in the show banks, playing the piano together (okay I only had a cheesy electric keyboard with lights on the keys that told me which one to "play"),  going camping, being on student council together, doing plays, etc...etc....etc....lots of etc.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing when you are able to grow up with someone.  You sometimes still see them as the kid you hung around with all the time, and don't always noticed that you both have grown up, then it hits you...he starts his own theatre company - and its not in his backyard, he starts making movies - and its not with his own video camera.  He gets engaged, lives in a house that he owns....somewhere it hits you - WE'RE GROWN UPS NOW.  When did that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114434279469141166?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114434279469141166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114434279469141166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114434279469141166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114434279469141166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-mates.html' title='More mates'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114425337244279284</id><published>2006-04-05T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:09:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.immunology.utoronto.ca"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="www.immunology.utoronto.ca" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to be talking about me mates and how much I love them, but I wanted to pause for a moment and encourage everyone to donate what they can to Sick Kids Hospital.  I'm sure everyone knows someone who has benifited from Sick Kids, and its an amazing place.  I know the big first mate and I are so happy and lucky that we were able to bring out little first mate to Sick Kids for his treatments. &lt;br /&gt;The staff is so wonderful and caring there, and it must not be an easy job.  The research that has taken place at Sick Kids has changed so many childrens' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, please donate what you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114425337244279284?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114425337244279284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114425337244279284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114425337244279284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114425337244279284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick-kids-hospital.html' title='Sick Kids Hospital'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114408643027378831</id><published>2006-04-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:47:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Good Mates Find each other out at sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/IMG_1898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla has been my friend since before I was born, and Richard came on to the scene about a year ago for me (longer for Carla).  They are two awesome people, and the little first mate loves them both. &lt;br /&gt;I am really lucky to have both of them in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Carla is a fantastic friend who has taught me a lot about how you should care about people, and I am so proud of her for everything that she has accompished over the past few months (i.e relationships, work, etc).  I look forward to knowing the both of them for many years to come.  I love visits with them and the topics we end up discussing.  Good friends are hard to find, and I'm happy that they found each other, and that I get to come along for the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114408643027378831?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114408643027378831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114408643027378831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114408643027378831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114408643027378831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-good-mates-find-each-other-out-at.html' title='Two Good Mates Find each other out at sea'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114391634326041599</id><published>2006-04-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:39:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye, good friends be hard t' find</title><content type='html'>On me voyage I'm very lucky to have many mates that are good mates. I've decided to write about my mates over the next few entries. The first one is A.L.H. She is an awesome person, who in her own way, has an excellent out look on life. I am in awe of her ability to go for what she wants to do. I'm very proud that she's decided to "walk the plank" and take Second City courses, and that she continues to do her stand up comedy. That my maties takes guts! I know she may not believe me, but I love listening to her on the phone, she always has something interesting to say; currently, me, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I also love the fact that she is collecting my little ponies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114391634326041599?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114391634326041599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114391634326041599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114391634326041599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114391634326041599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/aye-good-friends-be-hard-t-find.html' title='Aye, good friends be hard t&apos; find'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114373826761234847</id><published>2006-03-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:04:27.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAArrrr that's good bagel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_1988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrr me mates!  I've been enjoying the "great outdoors" with the little first mate. &lt;br /&gt;We went to our first swimming lesson yesterday.  The little first mate did very well, except when he was in the life jacket which was too big for him and he looked like a kid stuffed into a snowsuit. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this winter is almost over, it gets lonely on the high seas when you don't see any other ships around.  In the warm weather, more pirates are about, and it makes you feel more a part of a bigger picture.  Its amazing how many people are out and about at 1:00 in the afternoon...I thought everyone would be working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114373826761234847?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114373826761234847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114373826761234847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114373826761234847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114373826761234847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaarrrr-thats-good-bagel.html' title='AAArrrr that&apos;s good bagel'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114347360660437665</id><published>2006-03-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:34:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News From a Crew Member</title><content type='html'>One of me mates recently told me that his fiance is expecting. I am so excited for the two of them. It couldn't happen to better crew mates, and I know they will make wonderful parents for their little first mate.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the news made me think about me little first mate and the first time I got to see him (not in person).&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe that this little "soon-to-be crew member" was inside me and I loved watching him move and breathe. Seeing his heart beat was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of having (what at times feels like) a little fish swimming around inside.&lt;br /&gt;I am in no rush because I am greatly enjoying my little first mate and want to devote as much one-on-one time with him as possible, but someday I'd like to expand the crew and really try to record and memorize every moment of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Having your own crew is a lot of fun, a lot of work, but a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114347360660437665?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114347360660437665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114347360660437665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114347360660437665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114347360660437665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/exciting-news-from-crew-member.html' title='Exciting News From a Crew Member'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114347309690796609</id><published>2006-03-27T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:26:38.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pirate Girl - you have the best dreams"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/Couch%20Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/200/Couch%20Sleeping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nights on a pirate ship can be exciting, especially when the little first mate sleeps a while allowing me brain to have some fun. The other night I dreamt that I gave birth to three turtles and I said "no wonder they thought that the babies would have clubbed feet - they're turtles". For the rest of the dream I was angry that I had "turtle babies" and not real babies.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that I had to go to a new high school for my last semester of OAC. I was auditioning for the school play (which was Grease???) and when I left the school I was wearing a formal dress with a fur wrap. Then my drama teacher (in the dream) followed me home where I lived with my husband and my son. WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm glad that real life isn't as exciting as my dreams, but it would make life a lot more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114347309690796609?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114347309690796609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114347309690796609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114347309690796609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114347309690796609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/pirate-girl-you-have-best-dreams.html' title='&quot;Pirate Girl - you have the best dreams&quot;'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114333170830256015</id><published>2006-03-25T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:08:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrub the decks...errr. the basement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.phoenixcleaningservice.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="www.phoenixcleaningservice.com" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the big first mate and I cleaned our basement.  It really needed it.  There is a certain satisfaction in cleaning something that is extemely dirty.  You can really see the difference.  It felt so good to get all gross while cleaning.  There was dust and dirt and kitty litter in the air, and you felt so gross doing it, but the results were fab.  I love getting stuff done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114333170830256015?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114333170830256015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114333170830256015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114333170830256015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114333170830256015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/scrub-deckserrr-basement.html' title='Scrub the decks...errr. the basement'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114312694835226271</id><published>2006-03-23T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:19:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg, that's good entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.prosieben.de"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="www.prosieben.de" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="primetimetv.about.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="primetimetv.about.com" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During times when there is just miles and miles of sea, and the silence is not welcome, Pirate Girl can always turn to "Scrubs", an excellent t.v show which in someways inspired the creation of Pirate Girl. The first episode of "Scrubs" that I ever saw was of D.J pretending to be a pirate in his head while he was performing his doctor duties. Often when I get bored at my usual day job, I pretend to be a pirate in my head. I'd imagine things like "boy, I'd sure like to make that student scrub the deck". Or sometimes I just have a running narration in my head...is the weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114312694835226271?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114312694835226271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114312694835226271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114312694835226271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114312694835226271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/arg-thats-good-entertainment_23.html' title='Arg, that&apos;s good entertainment'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114304062301304951</id><published>2006-03-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:17:03.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty dishes on the high seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ctmenusonline.com/images/thai_inter_n1_chicken_pad_thai_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ctmenusonline.com/images/thai_inter_n1_chicken_pad_thai_17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg, me big first mate and I are worried about the amount in our booty account, so we no longer go out for dinner or order in for our date nights, so instead we have decided to make our own delicious treats.  Me favorite so far is "Chicken Pad Thai".  Ours doesn't look as fancy as the photo, but it is delicious. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy "cooking date nights" with my big first mate.  We talk while we cook and try to interpret what the recipe is asking for and we seem to have a lot of fun.  Also we don't need a baby sitter for the little first mate :)&lt;br /&gt;This Friday we're making chicken stir fry with the noddles we use in pad thai (since we have them on the ship).    Hooks crossed that it will work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114304062301304951?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114304062301304951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114304062301304951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114304062301304951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114304062301304951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/tasty-dishes-on-high-seas.html' title='Tasty dishes on the high seas'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114297159717861594</id><published>2006-03-21T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:30:39.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Ahoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/IMG_1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/IMG_1944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my little first mate and I set sail for a local park. It was a fine day on the high seas when we stopped for a quick swing. This being my little mate's maiden "attempt" on a swing he giggled and greatly enjoyed the other kids in the park. It was a fine day for the two of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114297159717861594?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114297159717861594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114297159717861594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114297159717861594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114297159717861594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/park-ahoy.html' title='Park Ahoy'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114290464924857420</id><published>2006-03-20T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:33:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.digirama.co.nz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.digirama.co.nz" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.vwspringsessions.be"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.vwspringsessions.be" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrrrrr, somebody gi'e James Blunt a hug (and a haircut). On me voyage these days I seem to enjoy not only the salt water of the sea, but the salt water of me tears. Currently James Blunt seems to be the source of me tears (which is a relief after these past few months that it is a song that makes my eyes misty as supposed to personal experience). Aye, his most recent song "goodbye my lover" is a killer, gar. Where can I find a bottle o' rum?&lt;br /&gt;Pull out the kleenx and read these lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dark-brown-thin" align="center"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jamesblunt.com/images/goodbye.jpg" height="27" width="224" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114290464924857420?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114290464924857420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114290464924857420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114290464924857420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114290464924857420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/sailing-soundtrack.html' title='Sailing Soundtrack'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24416890.post-114288403309093413</id><published>2006-03-20T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:30:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We set sail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/2531/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr, let's begin me maties! This blog is the start of an adventure in the life of me...Pirate Girl. Come and join the adventure. I will be posting things that I enjoy. Thanks to A.L.H for the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Let me start by introducing my first mates. I am lucky in that I have two. I have a little first mate and a big first mate. Although one of them should have been hung for mutiny, for some reason, I couldn't imagine going on my voyage without either one, and therefore peace and order was restored to "the ship", and we have continued to set sail together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little first mate is so much fun to be around. He is discovering everything for the first time, from his own hands to food to songs to even "the seas". It is grand to be on this voyage with someone who is discovering the world for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big first mate is also a lot of fun to be around, although he can be a crab, he truly is a good first mate. He is kind and thoughtful and listens to my fears when I think the ship is sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...welcome aboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24416890-114288403309093413?l=the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114288403309093413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24416890&amp;postID=114288403309093413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114288403309093413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24416890/posts/default/114288403309093413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-adventures-of-pirate-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-set-sail.html' title='We set sail!'/><author><name>Ms to Mrs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13719825236400618837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVpN0sdjBr4/SoneWaPDchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH5RLCLN7ZA/S220/IMG_7108.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
