<?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-9233805</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:12:08.999+12:00</updated><title type='text'>RUBBISH  BIN</title><subtitle type='html'>As the title implies this is where I spill out whatever comes to mind. Of course all will be within the rules and will always be suitable for family viewing.Visitors to this Blog will always be very welcome. Please remember to call again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-112241806734295063</id><published>2005-07-27T10:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:47:47.346+12:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRUTH</title><summary type='text'>SEEKING THE TRUTH  Who believes in the after-life and who doesn't?Does anyone really feel confident enough to declare one way or the other? Or is uncertainty the general feeling?Please share your thoughts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/112241806734295063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=112241806734295063' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/112241806734295063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/112241806734295063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/07/truth.html' title='THE TRUTH'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-112233211746070557</id><published>2005-07-26T10:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:55:17.466+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Heating?</title><summary type='text'>Been around for years -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/112233211746070557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=112233211746070557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/112233211746070557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/112233211746070557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/07/central-heating.html' title='Central Heating?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111190852968135761</id><published>2005-03-27T19:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:28:49.683+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE FOR YOUR TASTE BUDS</title><summary type='text'>YOUR CHOICE  Which THREE fruits are your favorites? Mine are- kiwifruit, grapes, and apricotsIt might be interesting to see how our choice of fruits actually varies...........................kindest regards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111190852968135761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111190852968135761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111190852968135761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111190852968135761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-for-your-taste-buds.html' title='ONE FOR YOUR TASTE BUDS'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111182213901552326</id><published>2005-03-26T19:27:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:19:18.236+12:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY NUMBER FOURTEEN</title><summary type='text'>The next two years were to be spent attending the Wellington Teachers Training College. However, prior to that big move a major decision had to be made. Firstly, I was given the choice of moving to Wellington or to Ardmore, a Training College south of Auckland. This college had only just been established, having been set up as the accommodation site for the athletes attending the Empire Games, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111182213901552326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111182213901552326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111182213901552326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111182213901552326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/memory-number-fourteen.html' title='MEMORY NUMBER FOURTEEN'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111170134793046261</id><published>2005-03-25T09:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:55:47.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGERS</title><summary type='text'>B for benevolenceL for laughter O for obligingG for graciousness G for gentlenessE for excellenceR for reliablity S for sincerity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111170134793046261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111170134793046261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111170134793046261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111170134793046261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/bloggers.html' title='BLOGGERS'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111148208193451772</id><published>2005-03-22T20:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:01:21.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DO THEY GO?</title><summary type='text'>Vanishing CloudsBy light of day the clouds are free,Searching  to find new land and sea.As darkness closes they grow so tall,Always ready to answer the call.Gently moving wide and far,Rising high to hide each star.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111148208193451772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111148208193451772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111148208193451772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111148208193451772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-do-they-go.html' title='WHERE DO THEY GO?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111130904700292703</id><published>2005-03-20T20:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:57:27.003+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A  SPECIAL  THOUGHT</title><summary type='text'>FRIENDSFriends are even more precious than goldWhether they're young or maybe oldForget about age and don't heave a sighShow your respect and never say die.Friends are chosen with the greatest of careYou will always be judged by the friends that you shareNever be hasty to fall for the baitAlways be wary before it's too late.Friends must be kept but so easy to loseRemember however they should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111130904700292703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111130904700292703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111130904700292703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111130904700292703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/special-thought.html' title='A  SPECIAL  THOUGHT'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111070298085735086</id><published>2005-03-13T21:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:36:20.856+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU</title><summary type='text'>A cinquain is a very simple yet a very special type of poetry. From my hurriedly composed example below can you work out what form every cinquain takes?LoverLoyal, attractiveKisses taste sweetExciting, thrilling, and romantic Only one I await your comment. Thank you .....Torlla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111070298085735086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111070298085735086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111070298085735086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111070298085735086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-new-for-you.html' title='SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111050087491013297</id><published>2005-03-11T13:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:27:54.910+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING DIFFERENT</title><summary type='text'>ALL  ALONE! All alone for a fortnight doing as I wish,No one to make me hurry though lots to truly miss.The freezer's full of goodies packed hard against the door,Enough to feed the neighbours their friends and even more.The house is really tidy and that's the way it stays,Till home she comes noon Sunday which seems so long away.This isn't new as you may think it happens time to time,Her sister </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111050087491013297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111050087491013297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111050087491013297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111050087491013297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-different.html' title='SOMETHING DIFFERENT'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111029780873951173</id><published>2005-03-09T05:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T05:03:28.740+13:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE THIS ONE???</title><summary type='text'>A college professor asked his class a question. "If Philadelphia is 100 miles from New York and Chicago is 1000 miles from Philadelphia and Los Angles is 2000 miles from Chicago, how old am I?"One student in the back of the class raised his hand and when called upon said, "Professor, you're  44." The Professor said, "You're absolutely correct, but tell me how did you arrive at the answer so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111029780873951173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111029780873951173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111029780873951173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111029780873951173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-this-one.html' title='LIKE THIS ONE???'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-111024260360975381</id><published>2005-03-08T13:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:43:23.610+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOULD WE BE OURSELVES?</title><summary type='text'>An expert is someone who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/111024260360975381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=111024260360975381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111024260360975381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/111024260360975381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/03/should-we-be-ourselves.html' title='SHOULD WE BE OURSELVES?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110953680266472241</id><published>2005-02-28T09:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:40:02.666+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth some thought?</title><summary type='text'>The Starfish Story by Loren Eiseley"I awoke early, as I often did, just before sunrise to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day. As I moved through the misty dawn, I focused on a faint, far away motion. I saw a youth, bending and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin. As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110953680266472241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110953680266472241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110953680266472241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110953680266472241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/02/worth-some-thought.html' title='Worth some thought?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110928065223694014</id><published>2005-02-25T10:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:30:52.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Like to ask?</title><summary type='text'>Many overseas people speak very highly about New Zealand as  a tourist attraction. However,  I was surprised recently when a guy in England asked me, "Where is New Zealand?" There's an old belief that asking questions is the best way to learn. Any questions that you care to ask me about New Zealand and life in this part of the world,  I shall be very happy to do my very best to answer. Recently, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110928065223694014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110928065223694014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110928065223694014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110928065223694014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-to-ask.html' title='Like to ask?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110905754242261577</id><published>2005-02-22T20:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:32:22.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Number Twelve</title><summary type='text'>Home life now was much different from what I had been experiencing. I was living in Bourke Street,  about a mile from the High School and not much further from the centre of the City,  with a population of about 28 000.My new foster parents were quite old,  maybe close to 60 years of age. The husband worked shift work in the city railway signal box, while the wife looked after the housekeeping. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110905754242261577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110905754242261577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110905754242261577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110905754242261577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/02/memory-number-twelve.html' title='Memory Number Twelve'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110733391661119678</id><published>2005-02-02T21:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:45:16.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring temperature</title><summary type='text'>Temperature is a physical quantity which gives us an idea of how hot or cold an object is. The temperature of an object depends on how fast the atoms and molecules which make up the object can shake, or oscillate. As an object is cooled, the oscillations of its atoms and molecules slow down. For example, as water cools, the slowing oscillations of the molecules allow the water to freeze into ice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110733391661119678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110733391661119678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110733391661119678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110733391661119678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/02/measuring-temperature.html' title='Measuring temperature'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110707261109496164</id><published>2005-01-30T21:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:10:11.093+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How about this one?</title><summary type='text'>Two alligators are sitting on the edge of a swamp. The small one turns to the big one and says, I don't understand how you can be so much bigger than me. We're the same age, we were the same size as kids... I just don't get it." "Well," says the big alligator, "what have you been eating?" "Lawyers, same as you," replies the small alligator. "Hm. Well, where do you catch'em?" "Down at that law </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110707261109496164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110707261109496164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110707261109496164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110707261109496164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-about-this-one.html' title='How about this one?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110707206854751213</id><published>2005-01-30T20:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:01:08.546+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect model............</title><summary type='text'>The artist tried to concentrate on his work, but the attraction he felt for his model finally became irresistible. He threw down his palette, took her in his arms and kissed her. She pushed him away. "Maybe your other models let you kiss them," she said. "I've never tried to kiss a model before," he swore. "Really?" she said, softening, "How many models have there been?" "Four," he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110707206854751213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110707206854751213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110707206854751213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110707206854751213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect-model.html' title='The perfect model............'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110608085857712875</id><published>2005-01-19T09:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T09:40:58.576+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Want To Be Happy?</title><summary type='text'>You don't find happiness, you make happiness. You choose happiness. Self-actualization is a process of discovering who you are, who you want to be and paving the way to happiness by doing what brings YOU the most meaning and contentment to your life over the long run. And by the way, beware of taking on board problems that rightly belong to others.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110608085857712875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110608085857712875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110608085857712875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110608085857712875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/want-to-be-happy.html' title='Want To Be Happy?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110548701928246635</id><published>2005-01-12T13:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:43:39.283+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Check these blogs</title><summary type='text'>http://laughsss.blogspot.com/http://memorygame.blogspot.com/http://zl1aq.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110548701928246635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110548701928246635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110548701928246635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110548701928246635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/check-these-blogs.html' title='Check these blogs'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110500151392106974</id><published>2005-01-06T21:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:51:53.920+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Don' t Put Your Foot in it!</title><summary type='text'>Bill was in his usual place in the morning - sitting at the table, reading the paper after breakfast. He came across an article about a beautiful actress who was about to marry a football player who was known primarily for his lack of IQ and common knowledge. He turned to his wife Marlene with a look of question on his face. "I'll never understand why the biggest jerks get the most attractive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110500151392106974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110500151392106974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110500151392106974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110500151392106974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/don-t-put-your-foot-in-it.html' title='Don&apos; t Put Your Foot in it!'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110470023953887113</id><published>2005-01-03T09:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T10:10:39.536+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2005</title><summary type='text'>10am Monday 3 January 2005 here and the new year is well underway and in some ways the old one may be bettter forgotton. Sixteeen family here for Christmas dinner to enjoy ham on the bone etc. and a smaller family group for New Year dinner to share a very tasty roasted turkey etc. Now for the the important business - still time to make your New Year resolution.Mine is very basic - 'No eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110470023953887113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110470023953887113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110470023953887113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110470023953887113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-2005.html' title='Welcome to 2005'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110451970289868191</id><published>2005-01-01T07:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T08:01:42.896+13:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><summary type='text'>8am here in New Zealand on 1 January 2005! If it is New Years Day with you please let me know the time of day and your location. Thank you with my warmest New Year Greetings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110451970289868191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110451970289868191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110451970289868191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110451970289868191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110434281700183372</id><published>2004-12-30T06:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T06:53:37.013+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog update</title><summary type='text'>Please click the following link to see what I have been up to over the last week. http://memorygame.blogspot.com/ A comment will be appreciated.............Thank you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110434281700183372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110434281700183372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110434281700183372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110434281700183372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-update.html' title='Blog update'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110425967863515948</id><published>2004-12-29T07:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:26:13.473+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did common sense go?</title><summary type='text'>A six year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate.Teacher dismissed for daring to reprimand a student.Schools required to get parental consent to administer Asprin to a student yet forbidden to inform parents that a student becoming pregnant has requested an abortion!Criminals in many cases receive better treatment than their victims!Are you concerned that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110425967863515948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110425967863515948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110425967863515948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110425967863515948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-did-common-sense-go.html' title='Where did common sense go?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110411090344071331</id><published>2004-12-27T14:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:28:23.440+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Newspaper Headlines</title><summary type='text'>Local High School Dropouts Cut in HalfPanda Mating Fails -  Veterinarian Takes OverStolen Painting Found by TreeTwo Soviet Ships Collide, One DiesRed Tape Holds Up New BridgeChef Throws His Heart into Helping Feed Needy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110411090344071331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110411090344071331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110411090344071331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110411090344071331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/recent-newspaper-headlines_27.html' title='Recent Newspaper Headlines'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110359294257126683</id><published>2004-12-21T14:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:35:42.570+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Treat For Pussy</title><summary type='text'> How To Wash A Cat 1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl. 2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. 3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid. 4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110359294257126683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110359294257126683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110359294257126683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110359294257126683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-treat-for-pussy.html' title='A Christmas Treat For Pussy'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110356938616684877</id><published>2004-12-21T07:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:03:06.166+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think???</title><summary type='text'>Just wondering about the old saying that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.How sad that so many blogs have no comments though no doubt read by many. Surely a brief comment such as 'Good luck', is better than seemingly ignoring the blogger's effort.Maybe writing to ourselves for ourselves may the second sign of madness???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110356938616684877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110356938616684877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110356938616684877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110356938616684877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think???'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110336707800366845</id><published>2004-12-18T23:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:51:18.003+13:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand Penguins</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not but certain species of penguin live only in New Zealand. Since a very interested blogger from USA has asked about penguins in New Zealand I recommend the following link http://www.penguin.net.nz/index.htmlIf you are a nature lover, take time to check the site out as I am sure that you will find it time well spent. Your comments will be very welcome. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110336707800366845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110336707800366845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110336707800366845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110336707800366845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-zealand-penguins.html' title='New Zealand Penguins'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110287594014873763</id><published>2004-12-13T07:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T07:25:40.150+13:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSFLASH!</title><summary type='text'>Arthur Lydiard runs his last race 13 December 2004  Master athletics coach Arthur Lydiard, who produced two Olympic champions and inspired generations of New Zealanders to run, has died aged 87. Lydiard died of a suspected heart attack yesterday in a Texas hotel while on a lecture tour of the United States. His mother-in-law Gloria Vanvertogt confirmed Lydiard's death in Houston. "He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110287594014873763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110287594014873763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110287594014873763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110287594014873763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/newsflash.html' title='NEWSFLASH!'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110228530837072723</id><published>2004-12-06T11:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:27:54.680+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><summary type='text'>Here in NZ a TV program insists that our summer began on 1 December, remembering of course that our summer solstice remains on 22 December.  We all know that the equinoxes and the solstices mark mid seasons. With 52 weeks in a year each season is 13 weeks. Therefore each season begins 6.5 weeeks before the solstice or the equinox. How can 1 December be 6.5 weeks prior to the summer solstice? They</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110228530837072723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110228530837072723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110228530837072723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110228530837072723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/12/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110153788620155505</id><published>2004-11-27T19:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:44:46.200+13:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT THESE DREAMS?</title><summary type='text'>DREAMSDreams surely are fantasies spiced with real life associations. If one was to record in detail all the dreams that could be recalled, they would surely make interesting reading. Even a selected few might raise an eyebrow or two.GOLF! Arrived at the local Golf Club after a very long break away! The whole place had changed, the course as well as the clubhouse. Extensive additions had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110153788620155505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110153788620155505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110153788620155505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110153788620155505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/11/beat-these-dreams.html' title='BEAT THESE DREAMS?'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110119093030288970</id><published>2004-11-23T19:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:22:10.303+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Grandma</title><summary type='text'>POOR GRANDMAThe computer's swallowed GrandmaYes, honestly it's trueShe pressed 'Control and 'Enter'And disappeared from viewIt's devoured her completelyThe thought just makes me squirmMaybe she's caught a virusOr been eaten by a wormI've searched through the recycle BinAnd files of every kindIve even used the InternetBut nothing did I findIn desperation I asked 'Jeeves'My searches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110119093030288970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110119093030288970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110119093030288970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110119093030288970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/11/poor-grandma.html' title='Poor Grandma'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110110830146847743</id><published>2004-11-22T19:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:25:01.466+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations of Youth</title><summary type='text'>Times have not changed as much as we might imagine. I have been reading many blogs submitted by relatively young bloggers pertaining to frustrations galore and immediately I recall being in the same position many years ago. The saying 'patience is a virtue' is and always has been applicable. Maybe a more modern version of  'just hang in there' may be better understood. There are years in our life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110110830146847743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110110830146847743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110110830146847743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110110830146847743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/11/frustrations-of-youth.html' title='Frustrations of Youth'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110093849765894267</id><published>2004-11-20T22:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:21:45.643+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Dreams can be very fascinating in so far as they seem to be very closely related to one's personality. My dreams usually remind me that I am rather conservative and more or less a typical conscientious 'Kiwi' - always striving to achieve without any great success. What about a brief summary telling what your dreams seem to reflect?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110093849765894267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110093849765894267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110093849765894267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110093849765894267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233805.post-110093687946560097</id><published>2004-11-20T20:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:47:59.466+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guessing Game</title><summary type='text'>Maybe the author's name 'torlla' seems to be rather strange to you. What it actually means is easily discovered with just a little manipulation. The manipulation will change 'torlla' to two short words and immediately state the meaning. Please be first to let me know what 'torlla' means. Thank you...Torlla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/feeds/110093687946560097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233805&amp;postID=110093687946560097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110093687946560097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233805/posts/default/110093687946560097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torlla.blogspot.com/2004/11/guessing-game.html' title='A Guessing Game'/><author><name>Torlla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698113684799045333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
