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term='busy girl'/><category term='stress'/><category term='are horoscopes real'/><category term='spam mail'/><category term='parking nightmare'/><category term='bbc'/><category term='five minute fix'/><category term='poor customer service'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='blog'/><category term='make duo fibre brush'/><category term='manchester. cheshire'/><category term='discounts'/><category term='foundation tips'/><category term='knee high boots'/><category term='marmite'/><category term='self confidence'/><category term='computer games'/><category term='letter strike'/><category term='light mornings'/><category term='car crash'/><category term='miserable'/><category term='whats fat camp like'/><category term='old friends'/><category term='vaccum'/><category term='can&apos;t pay for petrol'/><category term='winter fashion'/><category term='liberating'/><category term='on the cards'/><category term='messy'/><category term='slow metabolism'/><category term='clocks go back'/><category term='why are we stressed'/><category term='christmas nativity'/><category term='life as a busy girl'/><category term='playing nativity in primary school'/><category term='getting out of bed'/><category term='getting a cold'/><title type='text'>Busy Girls Guide</title><subtitle type='html'>The trials &amp; tribulations of a real life Manchester Busy Girl, Eva, from The Busy Girls Guide</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924562700713023229.post-5700650399478211836</id><published>2010-01-03T13:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:01:31.841Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking resolutions'/><title type='text'>Resolve to resolve - my New Year's resolution</title><content type='html'>This year I simply resolve to resolve. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to list a load of healthy, positive, success-oriented resolutions, which I will break within the first seven days of the new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm simply going to resolve one thing. I will keep to what I promise to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In doing this, I make myself a rather large challenge. To actually define and decide on the right things for me. Not just a random list of things that 'should' be on my list for 2010, but a small, focussed selection of things that I actually want to do and therefore have half a chance of resolving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... this is going to take some serious thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5700650399478211836?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5700650399478211836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5700650399478211836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5700650399478211836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5700650399478211836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolve-to-resolve-my-new-years.html' title='Resolve to resolve - my New Year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1303925446891279291</id><published>2009-12-05T16:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:29:14.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoover'/><title type='text'>No time to dress... no time to impress</title><content type='html'>It's been one heck of a month. The Busy Girls Guide has been going from strength to strength and I seem to have developed a real capacity for multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now capable of putting the washing on, filling and setting off the dishwasher, hoovering the downstairs, feeding the dogs, making tea and breakfast and replying to my most pressing emails - all before 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, however, capable of getting dressed during this time. Something's got to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he was aware of the intensity of my household duties, Himself seemed to be helping me out. I was upstairs drying my hair this morning and I heard the hoover going on downstairs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" I thought, "He's actually doing some cleaning for me, bless him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood for a while, listening to the soothing sounds of someone else cleaning up. I even chastised myself slightly for feeling so annoyed that he never did anything - how he was proving me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crept downstairs, cheerfully practising my "Wow! Thank you darling!" expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned the corner, my "cheerful, grateful' smile, immediately dropped into a "how bl**dy typical" frown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, sat in the middle of the room, lovingly hoovering his computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1303925446891279291?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1303925446891279291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1303925446891279291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1303925446891279291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1303925446891279291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-time-to-dress-no-time-to-impress.html' title='No time to dress... no time to impress'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2248552668551935439</id><published>2009-08-26T19:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:07:28.572Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busygirlsguide.co.uk'/><title type='text'>I heard it on the grapevine...</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard it right BusyGirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BusyGirlsGuide.co.uk is coming back, bigger and better than ever. We'll be relaunching the new site at the beginning of October 2009... yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, that does although that does of course mean less lie-ins, coffee mornings and general lazing around for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy's good, don't get me wrong, but when I do get a chance to laze around, boy can I be a slob! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be giving you the inside information on our progress over the next few weeks. If you'd like to be kept up to date with the new site launch, (and be available for all the fab giveaways and goodies we'll have ready for you) then simply sign up as a BusyGirl on the current site, or email us at readers@busygirlsguide.co.uk and we'll make sure you're one of the first to know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to make a cup of tea, and put my feet up, those few paragraphs have taken it out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk - new site coming very soon! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2248552668551935439?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2248552668551935439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2248552668551935439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2248552668551935439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2248552668551935439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heard-it-on-grapvine.html' title='I heard it on the grapevine...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1173831216443927136</id><published>2009-03-29T18:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:10:01.534Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc move to manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun shining'/><title type='text'>Pack it in</title><content type='html'>Wow! So the sun came out for the first time in what has seemed like months (what I mean is the sun and some heat came out at the same time) and I burst into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Busy Girls style I managed to walk the dogs, go for a bike ride, ride the dogs around the block with the bike, weed and tidy the garden, make a Sunday Roast with all the trimmings, write a business proposal that has been bugging me all week and hoover the whole house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6pm and I've done a couple of days' worth of activities in one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference the sunshine makes... xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1173831216443927136?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1173831216443927136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1173831216443927136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1173831216443927136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1173831216443927136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2009/03/pack-it-in.html' title='Pack it in'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4348316884720085512</id><published>2009-01-12T17:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:13:59.009Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grumpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miserable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grumpy people'/><title type='text'>why so bloomin' miserable?</title><content type='html'>As I did my weekly post office / chemist / milk purchase pootle around the local village this afternoon (I'm not eighty, just live like an eighty-year-old obviously), I couldn't help but notice how flippin' miserable everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in front of me couldn't have cracked a smile should her life have depended on it... the corners of her lips were so down-turned that I nearly reached out and poked her face to see if it was stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may well have had a very bad day, but the poor man behind the counter didn't need to receive an onslaught of negative vibes just because she was unhappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to combat her negative ions, in a kind of crazy energy super-hero way, I bombarded the post office man with smiles, kindly looks, chuckles and giggles and wished him all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably thought I was flirting with him... he was twice my age, plus some. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not spread some happiness today Busy Girl? God knows no one else is bothering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4348316884720085512?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4348316884720085512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4348316884720085512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4348316884720085512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4348316884720085512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-so-bloomin-miserable.html' title='why so bloomin&apos; miserable?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5117369526271635252</id><published>2008-11-20T10:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:47:25.293Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorothy perkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trafford centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>Very cunning...</title><content type='html'>Popped into the Trafford Centre for lunch with a friend at the weekend. On my way out I thought I have a quick squizz around the shops (would be rude not to), and stopped off at my old favourite TopShop - next to HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted to lay my hands on some lovely bits - a gorgeous cobalt blue tshirt dress (only £35), a stunning blue party dress (only £30?!) and a rich yellow t-shirt dress. I couldn't believe only ten minutes in and I'd found 3 perfect items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the confusion set in... what does DP stand for? Dorothy... "why have they got Dorothy Perkins stuff in TopShop?", "I never go to Dorothy Perkins, it's too old fashioned?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only then I realised that about a month ago, TopShop had moved to the other side of the Trafford Centre and Dorothy Perkins must have taken their old store on. More to the point, they had totally copied TopShop's store layout and branding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - that's really opened my eyes. I was blind to Dotty P's before this (too old, too dull, etc) - I'd become a convert - purely by thinking I was in TopShop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm saying get yourself down to Dorothy Perkins Busy Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5117369526271635252?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5117369526271635252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5117369526271635252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5117369526271635252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5117369526271635252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-cunning.html' title='Very cunning...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5055519489730557658</id><published>2008-11-18T08:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:53:21.655Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting out of bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy girl'/><title type='text'>Give in or get up</title><content type='html'>Somedays it's just so hard to get out of bed... I can honestly say that lying in bed on a cold winter's morning is so lovely, so comfy that I really can't tear myself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm surrounded by people who need very little sleep - only 4 to 5 hours a night, some of them. I simply can't understand it - unless I have my full 8 hours I'm absolutely useless,  yawning at 2pm and asleep in front of the TV at 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning really was a case of 'get up or give in'... could I get away with a day in bed? Not really. What would I say I'd been doing all day? I literally had to convince myself that getting up was the best option. How lazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spent a whole say in bed since I was a University Fresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it you see. The truth is, too much of a good thing is bad for you, even lying in bed gets boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 16 hours and I can do it all again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5055519489730557658?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5055519489730557658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5055519489730557658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5055519489730557658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5055519489730557658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-in-or-get-up.html' title='Give in or get up'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-6877971994194373818</id><published>2008-11-11T08:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:45:54.200Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid a cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane'/><title type='text'>how can this be? am I really that feable?</title><content type='html'>I've actually worked it out. In the last 3 months, I've had 2 year's worth of colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be? Surely my body isn't so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decrepit&lt;/span&gt; that it can keep on letting in the bugs? I've been necking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;echinacea&lt;/span&gt; like it's vintage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Veuve&lt;/span&gt; (I wish, for £2 a bottle!) and have been chewing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bassetts&lt;/span&gt; 'soft and chewy vitamins for me and you...' like I'm having a Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haribo&lt;/span&gt;-fest and yet, yet, I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloomin&lt;/span&gt;' ill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to live in a warm, bright and light country where I would never catch a cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I should have been born in the wild plains of South Africa (the non-violent area of course), as a child playing in the never-ending heat and sunshine, with monkeys and tigers as my friends... I'd set up my beautiful home with billowing handmade silk sheets strewn around rustic huts surrounding my open air bedroom, with nothing but the sound of exotic birds and animals to keep me from my dreamy sleep each night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I live in the reality of South Manchester, in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, wet, miserable and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, you can call me Jane... now where's Tarzan with my cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-6877971994194373818?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6877971994194373818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=6877971994194373818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6877971994194373818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6877971994194373818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-can-this-be-am-i-really-that-feable.html' title='how can this be? am I really that feable?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8801667311352970569</id><published>2008-10-09T09:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:05:23.272Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leona lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waking up'/><title type='text'>morning dew</title><content type='html'>If you've ever had the misfortune of being woken up by the dog barking at 6am, then you may also have noticed how beautiful the sky can be at that time in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling like I'd been hit with a shovel (in my book there's nothing worse than being woken from a deep sleep) I turned to face the window and saw a beautiful red glow from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the usual hideous orange tinge that eminates from the street lights (why do they have orange?) but a pale pinky red haze of morning sun. It was so beautiful I decided then and there to get up, put on my cycling shorts and go for a very early morning cycle, to appreciate the beauty of the morning - how divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that getting more sleep was a far more divine option. The next thing I knew it was 7.04am and my phone alarm was blaring out 'Bleeding Love' whilst I pulled a pillow over my head to try to drain out the beautiful (but irritatingly loud) Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my good intentions... maybe I'll cycle at 6am tomorrow - if it's another beautiful day of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGG xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8801667311352970569?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8801667311352970569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8801667311352970569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8801667311352970569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8801667311352970569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-dew.html' title='morning dew'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2418183187350790523</id><published>2008-10-08T08:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:39:57.078Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee high boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chunky knits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woolly tights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter fashion'/><title type='text'>Winter fashion's driving me wild</title><content type='html'>Have you seen this season's fashion collections? Just one trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trafford&lt;/span&gt; centre had me in a wild 'buy now!' panic - and I'd only walked through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Selfridges&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the designers spent their summer at the 'excel yourself' boot camp and come back armed with panache and style? Everything this season is easy to wear, diverse enough for all shapes and sizes and in a fantastic selection of colours to suit all skin types - it's simply fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunky knits, pencil skirts, party dresses galore, lace, vintage, cashmere, stunning 'Marc Jacobs' and Dior style boots - and that's only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TopShop&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say this but I couldn't wait to get into my black polo necks, ponchos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woolly&lt;/span&gt; tights this year. After many a day of tripping into town in peep-toe sandals only for the skies to open and rain on my fashion parade, I was delighted to be able to pull on my chunky knee-high boots signal a 2 fingered salute to the impending rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oving&lt;/span&gt; wearing big baggy jumper dresses. I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ait&lt;/span&gt; to find a stunning pair of black biker-style boots to wear with my new black poncho and I simply can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ontain&lt;/span&gt; myself until ski season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken winter by its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woolly&lt;/span&gt; lapels - I'm loving it. Now, if the rain could just hold off long enough for me to wear my favourite suede boots, I'd be even more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BGG&lt;/span&gt; xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2418183187350790523?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2418183187350790523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2418183187350790523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2418183187350790523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2418183187350790523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/10/winter-fashions-driving-me-wild.html' title='Winter fashion&apos;s driving me wild'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7675513126375395316</id><published>2008-05-19T10:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:31:28.159Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working from home'/><title type='text'>3 loads of washing, the dog, the bed &amp; work</title><content type='html'>Ever worked from home? I must say on a sunny day it is a rather welcome compared to the four grey walls of the office. The only problem I have is distractions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog barks constantly all day, so I'm up &amp;amp; down putting him outside &amp;amp; then letting him back in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My washing sits on the floor by the washing machine saying 'wash me &amp;amp; benefit from economical drying in the sun!' so I have to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a cup of tea far more often than I would in the office (because the kettle's so near!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get dressed properly until 11.30am (because I don't have to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love it, but in many ways it's really hard to work at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Emma Jones, has a very handy website &lt;a href="http://www.enterprisenation.com/"&gt;www.enterprisenation.com&lt;/a&gt; which is all about how to work at home. Thought you might like this &lt;a href="http://www.enterprisenation.com/content/Lifestyle/lifestylestart/LifestyleList1.aspx"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to some great ideas on how to work at home... maybe this should be my new bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... where's that kettle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx  &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7675513126375395316?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7675513126375395316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7675513126375395316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7675513126375395316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7675513126375395316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-loads-of-washing-dog-bed-work.html' title='3 loads of washing, the dog, the bed &amp; work'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-267745262687623099</id><published>2008-03-11T15:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:09:19.522Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on hold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british telecom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paying bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call centres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bt'/><title type='text'>Call centre fury</title><content type='html'>It's been a while Busy Girls, I've been, well, Busier than you could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when I'd ever have the time to blog again - in fact I've been thinking about it for a few days now, but coulnd't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has just forced me to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the channel 4 programme on call centres the other night about companies who have employed 'super centre representatives' skilled in handling the most difficult customers...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously BT missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone as I write, simply trying to pay my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a recorded voice giving me hundreds of useless options, for 15 whole minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to pay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the customer service girl gets on the phone, I'll want to shove the payment in ... (you get the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Telecommunications - is that an oxymoron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk - the ultimate lifestyle &amp;amp; city guide for busy women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-267745262687623099?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/267745262687623099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=267745262687623099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/267745262687623099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/267745262687623099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-centre-fury.html' title='Call centre fury'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4023283209486919141</id><published>2008-02-13T13:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:36:34.904Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines scam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tesco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thorntons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day - a commercial scam? Who cares?</title><content type='html'>"You know it's a scam by shops who just want you to spend money" himself exclaimed last night after I reminded him again that it was Valentine's Day on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it is..." I replied dejectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point is it? We know that Tescos ads selling cheap pink bubbly, Thorntons ads selling heart-shaped truffles and Interflora ads selling stupidly overpriced flowers are all the spin created from such commercialism, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, us girls want to know that those boys care. We want to be showered with gifts (ok, maybe not showered - I had that once and it turned me right off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ugh! That's way too soppy, get off me!"&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just want evidence that our nearest and dearest can break from his macho-self for just one day and be a bit lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong - I don't wish to sit in an over-packed restaurant on Thursday night, full of couples-who-don't-get-on-but still-go-out-once-a-year, but a little gesture would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how many blo**dy bouquets will be delivered to the office tomorrow... do I have to be present when the shreaking starts? Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk The ultimate guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4023283209486919141?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4023283209486919141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4023283209486919141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4023283209486919141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4023283209486919141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-commercial-scam-who.html' title='Valentines Day - a commercial scam? Who cares?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8207860923291575676</id><published>2008-01-27T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:11:44.077Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marmite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio yoghurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is all around</title><content type='html'>Oh god... it's nearly Valentine's day - you can tell because the Sunday mags are raving about the limited edition Marmite pots with 'I love you' written on them (love it!), the shops are full of heart-shaped Ferrero Rocher boxes (love them too!), and I keep getting emails about singles nights and romantic restaurant specials (don't love them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my loving, well it's not happening this week - Himself is away for a week, so I'm home alone (well, me and the Dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night in, and I'm lying on the bed, wearing a face mask with moisturiser thickly spread all over my feet, watching Wife Swap and eating bio-yoghurt straight from the super-sized tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell Himself is in another country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I miss him when he's away I do have a nice little time to myself you know, preening and cleaning, faffing and watching crappy TV... fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk - the ultimate lifestyle guide for busy girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8207860923291575676?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8207860923291575676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8207860923291575676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8207860923291575676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8207860923291575676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-all-around.html' title='Love is all around'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2617203462721313370</id><published>2008-01-21T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:19:51.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Miserable? Is it just January?</title><content type='html'>We're all so damned miserable today. Fed up, annoyed, grumpy, let down, under challenged, demotivated, aggravated, just plain old rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chatted to five friends today who all feel the same. But you know, it's January 21st - it's the most miserable day of the year - fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining like nobody's business in Manchester - so wet and cold that I ate frozen meatballs for dinner - with one-week-old curling lettuce leaves. I couldn't go out to shop - it's too wet out there! So I sat and ate frozen meatballs (well, heated up) with curly week-old lettuce and then, yep, felt even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sat here sneezing. Not another cold, surely? I've just got rid of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.... I want to run away to Australia - I hear it's warm there today. Who's coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - the ultimate lifestyle guide for busy girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2617203462721313370?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2617203462721313370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2617203462721313370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2617203462721313370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2617203462721313370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/01/miserable-is-it-just-january.html' title='Miserable? Is it just January?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2077813973727097179</id><published>2008-01-11T08:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:00:39.962Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken programme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken rearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugh fearnsley whittenstall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Chicken war</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. We watched the Hugh Fearnsley Whittenstall programme on Wednesday, about how chickens are mass produced. If any of you watched it, I'm sure you're with me, it was quite shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm feeling so damned guilty this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Jamie Oliver on the BBC talking about his programme tonight, and wishing that I'd not been part of the mass-market chicken production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought 'normal' chicken, for quite a few years. I must admit that recently organic has featured more in my shopping trip, but when there's nothing but 'normal' chicken there, that's what I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any more. I didn't realise, naively, how awful the treatment of chickens was. My friends have chickens at home and apparently they all have individual personalities - they even call to be let out in the morning and go quiet and calm as soon as the door to their hut is opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Can't bear it. Sometimes I wish I could be a veggie, because I do love my animals - but I end up struggling to find enough veggie meals to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might give it a go again, why not? Save a life, do some good - makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2077813973727097179?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2077813973727097179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2077813973727097179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2077813973727097179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2077813973727097179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-war.html' title='Chicken war'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-9162615090067152539</id><published>2008-01-09T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:35:49.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skip the gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking resolutions'/><title type='text'>Resolutions? Did I have any? I can't remember...</title><content type='html'>Although this is a bit like a private diary, except hundreds of you Busy Girls are reading this, purely for your own benefit, and not mine, I'm going to be brutally honest about how my resolutions went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;. Not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.07am 1st Jan - had a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. No naughty words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't swear a lot, but I don't like it at all, so I'd hoped to give up completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I watched 'half a ton Mom' on the TV and that was it - a naughty expletive came out (I think it was the part where her legs were black from not moving for 4 years that did it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. No chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chance. Managed about 4 hours and had a snickers for elevenses. Weak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Exercise more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the gym once last week. Once. That was it - I even cancelled a spinning class with my friend because it was 'too dark' (it was 5.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me it's not just me, and that you're all sporting, fit, healthy eating whizz kids. Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make a herbal tea - does it count if I start again today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-9162615090067152539?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/9162615090067152539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=9162615090067152539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/9162615090067152539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/9162615090067152539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions-did-i-have-any-i-cant.html' title='Resolutions? Did I have any? I can&apos;t remember...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1872367082128226760</id><published>2008-01-01T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:50:26.004Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking resolutions'/><title type='text'>more resolutions than ever - 2008 is a BIG year</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise quite how in need of improvement I was until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions? I've got loads stacked up, ready to break within days, or hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions don't stop at personal ones (1. eat healthily, 2. have breakfast every day, 3. look after myself more, 4. be less stressed, 5. be less argumentative, 6. drink less wine, the list goes on) No - I've made work resolutions, home resolutions, friend resolutions and even pet-care resolutions - there's so much to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to wonder how I got to the end of 2007, being so inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not told anyone all my resolutions of course, they'd think I was mad. When asked this morning what her resolutions were - my friend proudly said she didn't have any. Not a one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being that perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to breaking the first one - oh the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk - the lifestyle guide for Busy Girls, Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1872367082128226760?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1872367082128226760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1872367082128226760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1872367082128226760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1872367082128226760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-resolutions-than-ever-2008-is-big.html' title='more resolutions than ever - 2008 is a BIG year'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5958123692493706330</id><published>2007-12-29T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:09:45.669Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busygirlsguide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x factor re runs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting a cold'/><title type='text'>From Busy Girl to Lazy Sloth in 4 easy steps</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've transformed, completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now known as Lazy Sloth Girl. I am the complete antithesis of The Busy Girl I was a mere 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ran round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; crazy blue-bottomed fly until Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;2. On Christmas Day, performed 360degree turnaround and did absolutely nothing, all day&lt;br /&gt;3. On Boxing Day, started with a cold whilst doing absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;4. On the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, found self still on sofa, having watched re-runs of Only Fools &amp;amp; Horses, The Bodyguard (twice), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hollyoaks&lt;/span&gt; Omnibus, the best &amp;amp; worst of X-Factor, and 5 episodes of River Cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it... within 4 easy steps, I transformed myself. I don't remember what it was to rush around like a mad woman, I've forgotten how Busy I once was - all  the rushing and doing seems like a distant (and very tiring) memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only problem is, although I can't be bothered to do anything, I am a bit bored, well very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on Busy times xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest article : http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/articles/so_tired/&lt;br /&gt;Busy Girls Interactive: http://www.busygirl.8.forumer.com/index.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5958123692493706330?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5958123692493706330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5958123692493706330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5958123692493706330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5958123692493706330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-busy-girl-to-lazy-sloth-in-4-easy.html' title='From Busy Girl to Lazy Sloth in 4 easy steps'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8134497672351142803</id><published>2007-12-27T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:57:35.729Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvey nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discounts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='january sales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>Want it, need it, buy it, forget it</title><content type='html'>Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked, even though I don't want, need or even have any money for anything. I still want to go and have a look at the so claimed 'amazing discounts'  and crazy buyer temptations this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was over in the blink of an eye and now, we're celebrating mass consumerism and materialism on a grand scale. Even if you don't have the money for it, you're sure to be suffering from a feeling of 'missing out' if you don't go and join in the sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Nichols sale was a real temptation for me - over 60% off The Must-Have items of this season. It was only when I realised that even 60% off meant that they were still out of reach, that I decided not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe's it's a better idea to abstain. Stay at home, play games with your kids, or someone elses(!) and relax... remember that Christmas is about relaxation, family and fun - not bagging the latest Chloe at half price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, it's hard though. I may have to lock my front door and lose the key. Prisoner in my own home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one Busy Girls, love Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8134497672351142803?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8134497672351142803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8134497672351142803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8134497672351142803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8134497672351142803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/12/want-it-need-it-buy-it-forget-it.html' title='Want it, need it, buy it, forget it'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-727637355169700840</id><published>2007-12-12T08:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:20:21.246Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effects of facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friends'/><title type='text'>Am I an addict?</title><content type='html'>That's it. I've had enough of it. I can't stand it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get away from it, it's driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to like it, I wish I hated it. I don't even know if I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some (lucky) people have never encountered it, others (even luckier) don't ever want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did and I'm regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you step over to the dark side and get an account that's it. It's got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had an addictive personality... I can cut a slice of chocolate cake and put the rest back into the fridge for tomorrow. I can pour a glass of wine and save the rest. I can even, and this is serious proof, I can even resist buying amazing shoes because I don't need them (sick I know, some serious willpower comes into play here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a sucker. To test my resolve, I really tried to ignore it the other day. I promised myself I wouldn't go near it for three days (until Monday). Then, on Saturday morning, my phone flashed with 5 emails - all from old friends contacting me via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do it!" my inner voice screamed "Leave it until Monday, you've not heard from them in ten years, what does three days matter, it'll wait!"... but no, I couldn't. I had to read their messages, I had to know... so I logged on, on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - the local lifestyle guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-727637355169700840?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/727637355169700840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=727637355169700840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/727637355169700840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/727637355169700840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-addict.html' title='Am I an addict?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4902896289738386332</id><published>2007-12-10T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:51:49.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>Gerboas, gifts &amp; groans - it must be Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fact one: It's definitely Christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The News has gone peculiar.&lt;/strong&gt; News programmes normally dedicated to hard hitting, miserable stories of death, misery, doom and gloom have been forfeited for X-Factor results, the Gerboa (haven't you heard? Breaking news on BBC, they've found a mouse with kangaroo legs and elephants' ears), how to make Christmas pudding &amp;amp; stories of who has the most lights on their roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole world has gone shopping - together.&lt;/strong&gt; Homes are deserted. Drive ways are empty. And every time I try to go shopping I end up wanting to tear my hair out and scream. Yes, everyone is shopping, at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White wine is out of fashion.&lt;/strong&gt; In favour of something a little warmer - I'm onto Mulled wine as if it's going out of fashion - stuff the Chablis, I want cinnamon &amp;amp; spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone wants to tell us what to wear&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't open a magazine without being told which sequined top to wear with wide legged black trousers and sparkly sandals to the Christmas Party. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact two: I'm definitely panicking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still only have two Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my tree up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and go shopping I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk - The lifestyle guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4902896289738386332?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4902896289738386332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4902896289738386332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4902896289738386332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4902896289738386332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/12/gerboas-gifts-groans-it-must-be.html' title='Gerboas, gifts &amp; groans - it must be Christmas'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7273774502290138707</id><published>2007-12-04T07:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:21:16.660Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing nativity in primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas nativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nativity play'/><title type='text'>Is Christmas Nativity on its way out?</title><content type='html'>There was nothing more prestigious at my Primary School. No greater accolade nor firm assurance that you'd be the coolest in the school for the whole of the next term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - there was nothing quite like getting the role of Mary in the Christmas Nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one year I had the fabulous job, wore the blue tunic and one of my Mum's tea-towels on my head and proudly rode down the 'aisle' on the back of James Johnson, who, God bless him, had drawn the short straw as the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard yesterday that only 6% of children claim to enjoy acting out the Christmas Nativity in schools now, and that many primary schools are dumping the traditional Christmas play in favour of more multi-cultural events, I was surprised at how sad I felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even religious. I don't really attend church unless I have to (weddings, funerals, christenings, etc) so I guess its a bit hypercritical. But, I just can't imagine my children in years to come never having the chance to fight for head-star, tussle for the role of Joseph, or cry over a part as a shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - The lifestyle city guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7273774502290138707?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7273774502290138707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7273774502290138707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7273774502290138707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7273774502290138707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-christmas-nativity-on-its-way-out.html' title='Is Christmas Nativity on its way out?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-6863888247365235976</id><published>2007-11-30T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:33:10.038Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postal strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good time to tell lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phone'/><title type='text'>little white technology lies</title><content type='html'>"I put it in the post last week!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, goodness, my phone must be playing up again"&lt;br /&gt;"I sent it yesterday - don't you have it yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my phone plays up, it's true. Sometimes I post cheques and letters and they don't arrive. Sometimes I send emails and they bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I get really annoyed when this happens, because I did make the effort to send it, I did call when I said I would and I did take the time out to write the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, and I can't believe I'm admitting this (but I'm sure it's good to be truthful, ouch) I pretend that my phone has gone on the blink, I turn off the computer even though I've not sent the email, and I find the letter I should have sent weeks ago, lurking in the bottom of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the thing is, it's easy to lie nowadays, isn't it? Because technology, although quite incredible and utterly life-changing, can be totally unreliable too. And of course the Royal Mail strikes have ensured we can make up as many 'it's in the post' lies as we like, because even if it was, we know it wouldn't get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go, I've confessed. I'm a naughty girl, I sometimes tell tales about computers crashing, phones playing up and post not arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not just me, surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to send the emails I meant to last night, post some letters and phone some people. I reckon I can redeem my ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day Busy Girls, a fabulous weekend and see you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-6863888247365235976?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6863888247365235976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=6863888247365235976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6863888247365235976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6863888247365235976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-white-technology-lies.html' title='little white technology lies'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-200742512749899693</id><published>2007-11-23T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:31:12.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivienne westwood manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>Buying myself Christmas presents</title><content type='html'>I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vivienne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Westwood&lt;/span&gt; Shopping evening last night at their glorious store on Kings Street in Manchester. It was a lovely evening, well it always is when you combine C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping with pink champagne cocktails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was loving the store and thinking of who I could buy presents for, I was having a little personal celebration as it had been a miracle of an evening already... I parked right outside the store - what a find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm browsing the jewellery and accessories and suddenly I catch myself - I'm shopping - for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;, I'm trying on, prodding, posing and outrageously toying with which ring and necklace suits me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten within two seconds that I'm supposed to be Christmas present shopping and have settled on a lovely Vivienne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Westwood&lt;/span&gt; ring and keyring - pour moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minute I hear myself saying 'well, it is nearly Christmas, so why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this level of resolve it's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; I've spent up for Christmas already, on myself *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day Busy Girl and enjoy your C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping this weekend - hope it's more successful than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - lifestyle, shopping, fashion, health, food, reviews - for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-200742512749899693?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/200742512749899693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=200742512749899693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/200742512749899693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/200742512749899693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/buying-myself-christmas-presents.html' title='Buying myself Christmas presents'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2323601859615525573</id><published>2007-11-20T07:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:39:51.138Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untidy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying to tidy up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at blame for being too busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>Is it my fault I'm so Busy?</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I tidy up and get things straight. Whether it's my clothes which are strewn on the floor, which get a good tidy and file, or my kitchen cupboards covered in sugar which get a good clean, I seem to do things in chunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quite frankly, I'm a bit all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's no consistency in my efforts. I may spend a good couple of hours sorting a room out, but that's only when it's become too unbearable to keep looking at. By the time I'm done, I'm too tired or bored to do another room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I blame myself for the mess in my house? I blame my job, I blame how much I try to cram into a week and I blame the fact it's only me who ever tidies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this brings me back to a point which has been bothering me for a while. I'm a busy girl, but it's definitely me who has got me here. It's my fault I've taken on so much. Don't get me wrong, Himself could definitely help more,  but I think the only reason he doesn't is because I do it for him. I offer or I start doing things, so why would he interrupt and take over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caused my own chaos. And the funny thing is, there's no point trying to change it now, because I've done it for so long it would pile up in days if I stopped now. I'd be climbing over washing and dirty pots in defiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a bit more consistent with my cleaning and tidying though, I do drive myself mad - how did those clothes get on the floor? Wish I had some help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidy wishes, Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; The ultimate Lifestyle Guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2323601859615525573?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2323601859615525573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2323601859615525573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2323601859615525573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2323601859615525573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-my-fault-im-so-busy.html' title='Is it my fault I&apos;m so Busy?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8025144966225572910</id><published>2007-11-19T07:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:28:41.324Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking in manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester markets'/><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I have to admit it. I have one Christmas present so far. Just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't be bothered, I have tried. But, I can't cope with shopping at the moment. In fact, I've tried three times so far, with disastrous results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, I thought it would be a good idea to pop into Manchester and have a little look around the Christmas Markets. Big mistake. I drove around for 40 minutes trying to find a parking space. It took me 30 minutes to get there, 40 minutes to try to find a space and 30 frustrating minutes to get home, having not even managed to get out of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the local John Lewis on Saturday, just for a little browse, see what I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, his brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt;, grandmother and cousin was there. It was a Christmas Shopping Nightmare. I'm not doing that again - I couldn't park, there were cars off-r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oading&lt;/span&gt; on the pavement and I got the back of my legs clipped about ten times by browsers' trolleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancied buying a yoga mat from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt; for a friend, I'd seen some quite nice ones. So, off I popped. They've added a second floor to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt; for non food products so I thought I'd have a little browse at the clothing section whilst there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'd even got up the escalator, I was nearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mowed&lt;/span&gt; down by hoards of people coming down from the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt; second floor. I would have had to queue with thirty others to get up the escalator. Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three attempts at Christmas Shopping, three attempts failed. And they wonder why we're all going onlineto buy presents? I'm off to do a bit of online shopping from the comfort of my sofa with a nice cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - The Busy Girls Guide to Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8025144966225572910?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8025144966225572910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8025144966225572910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8025144966225572910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8025144966225572910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-shopping-nightmare.html' title='Christmas Shopping Nightmare'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5102297997654260485</id><published>2007-11-08T07:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:36:58.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skip the gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretending to work out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym membership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to work out better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>Busy Girl Eva goes to the gym, for 3 seconds</title><content type='html'>Last night as I drove up the final half a mile stretch to my house, the traffic ground to a standstill as usual. I just happened to stop before the turning for the gym, whose second exit just happens to come out past my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee... I can drive through and out the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I followed a stream of cars into the gym. The car park was absolutely packed, I've never seen anything like it... every single parking space was full, I can only imagine how hideous it was to actually try and work out with that many people packed into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, research released yesterday stated that we are going to the gym more than ever, with more of us having membership (I think the whole country has membership to my local gym). But, and it's a big but, as a nation we're still getting fatter and more unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because they assume going to the gym means we're actually doing something. I've seen, and been one of, the ladies who flits around doing nothing, trying to look busy pumping a 1kilo weight pointlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night, I merrily drove past all the cars, to the second exit and scooted down the road, loving my cheeky short cut. By walking to the car in the first place, I probably did as much of a work out as half the people in the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're off to the gym today, hope you put in a bit more effort than me! Have a good one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; The ultimate lifestyle guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5102297997654260485?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5102297997654260485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5102297997654260485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5102297997654260485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5102297997654260485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-girl-eva-goes-to-gym-for-3-seconds.html' title='Busy Girl Eva goes to the gym, for 3 seconds'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-24528446987599466</id><published>2007-11-06T07:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:49:05.509Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does fat camp work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats fat camp like'/><title type='text'>Home from fat camp</title><content type='html'>So my friend (I'll call her 'Anne' as she'll not be best pleased to be publicised) has just returned from Fat Camp. She doesn't call it that, she calls it 'Training' but it was a real life, whole hearted Fat Camp for people to get sweaty, shouted at &amp;amp; lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what Fat Camps are like - according to 'Anne', it was "the best week &amp;amp; the worst week" of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Anne' never goes to the gym, ever. She's always complaining about her excess weight and quite frankly never does what anyone tells her - she's a law unto herself. I couldn't wait for this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never fancied marching around cold, miserable hills with an ex-army general shouting at me, pushing me to run when I can barely breathe, or making me do press ups in the mud. But people pay good money for this treatment, even my friend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's the self motivation we lack. For me, it's akin to going to the gym alone. I don't know about you, but unless I go to a yoga class, I wander around the gym half-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; doing sit ups feeling like everyone knows I'm not trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Fat Camp. Did it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yes. 'Anne' lost 1/2 stone in weight in a week; had the motivation to work out out on cold and wet hills; did what she was told for once (without complaining too much) and she felt a huge sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt; at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Anne' told me she felt rather lost when she came home, she'd had so much attention and company all week she nearly missed having the shouting General with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crikey&lt;/span&gt;, so pigs might fly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; - The ultimate lifestyle guide for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-24528446987599466?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/24528446987599466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=24528446987599466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/24528446987599466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/24528446987599466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-from-fat-camp.html' title='Home from fat camp'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-808540845617006150</id><published>2007-11-02T07:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:49:36.386Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are horoscopes fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are horoscopes real'/><title type='text'>Are horoscopes fact or fiction?</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of every month, some Busy Girls religiously read our horoscopes desparate for some good news, fortune or romance on the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite torn when it comes to horoscopes, can't decide if they're worth reading or not - it just seems that some are so ridiculous, you know, like the Mystic Meg versions "... someone beginning with K and a man in a dark coat will cross your path today..." oh, give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spookily though, horoscopes sometimes speak right to you, don't they? I've just read our &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/busy_girls_horoscopes.asp"&gt;Busy Girls horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; and I'm so hoping that this month's is right because it sounds fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucked in, right? Or just an optimistic soul? Either way I guess it's just nice to have an idea of what life's going to be like for the next few weeks... don't even get me started on tarot, now there's another minefield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a lovely day either way Busy Girl, predicatable or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak soon, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-808540845617006150?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/808540845617006150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=808540845617006150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/808540845617006150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/808540845617006150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-horoscopes-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Are horoscopes fact or fiction?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7544521889284917350</id><published>2007-10-30T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:51:57.453Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving mobile phone law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='using mobile phone while car stationery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='using phone in car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phone'/><title type='text'>Move a muscle and you're nicked...</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it. Just got 3 points and £60 fine, for using my phone in the car, whilst parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engine was on, I left it running as it was cold this morning, but I had the handbrake on and was going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most frustratingly, the police man was the most aggressive man I've met in a long time - you'd have thought I'd just shot someone in front of him. I could sense his delight at nailing me, for doing, quite frankly, nothing. Of course he was all sweetness and light as soon as he had my signature on the charge slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently, the law has gone to even greater lengths to keep our minds on the driving and our hands on the wheel. I thought my Busy Girl friends should benefit from my lesson - here's the full list of what will get you the same fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's now illegal to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold a mobile phone while driving, this includes cradling the phone on your shoulder, or holding it by any other means. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold a mobile phone any time the car's engine is switched on, even if the car is stationary, whether to make or take calls, send text messages, use Google Maps etc, or any other function. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold a mobile phone while supervising a learner driver. Cause or permit anyone else to use a handheld mobile phone while driving. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or doing anything that suggests you wouldn't be in total control of your car - which can mean eating, smoking or finding mints in your pocket... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;... humph ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7544521889284917350?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7544521889284917350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7544521889284917350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7544521889284917350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7544521889284917350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/move-muscle-and-youre-nicked.html' title='Move a muscle and you&apos;re nicked...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7320981803654077459</id><published>2007-10-29T07:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:51:31.364Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter cape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tesco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter warmth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clocks go back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark evenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='should the clocks go back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black cape tesco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>should the clocks go back?</title><content type='html'>Personally I was delighted this morning to wake to daylight - in my book, there's nothing worse than waking up in the dark, aka dead of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently there's big debate on whether we should turn the clocks back or simply keep the time as it, all year. I guess there's the question of safety for people walking home from school and work in the dark to consider, so maybe if I didn't have the comfort of my car, I'd have a different opinion on the dark afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am totally delighted that it's finally cold though - I simply love this time of year, when we can wrap up warm in boots and tights and cuddly jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a fabulous cape from (can you believe it) Tesco last week - it was only £15.00 and is lovely! It's not been off my back since. The button fell straight off so I've fastened it with a vintage brooch - fabulous, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure Himself gets it... he says I look like Bat Man. Bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day Busy Girl - get your boots and tights on and wrap up warm and keep safe in the dark tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva (&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;) The Busy Girls Guide to Life xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7320981803654077459?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7320981803654077459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7320981803654077459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7320981803654077459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7320981803654077459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-clocks-go-back.html' title='should the clocks go back?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1861806380340575587</id><published>2007-10-25T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:47:20.799Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greyhound rehabilitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a world without animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMTV'/><title type='text'>Imagine a world without animals</title><content type='html'>Late home the other night, I passed a beautiful, huge fox loitering on the A34. Then I was stopped dead in my tracks when a stunning foot high owl flew past me and landed on the traffic lights. It was amazing, but just didn't seem quite right - two wild creatures living on a dual carriageway lit with orange-sulphur street lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity, recycling and the environment are constantly forced upon us, every day, pushing us to substitute our already paid taxes with additional funds to support where the government doesn't. Most of have our heart strings tweaked and support because we know there are people and places less fortunate than ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the animals? The other beings that share our planet with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a real animal lover, I'm delighted the media have finally started to focus on the welfare of animals instead of overdoing stories on rubbish and recycling. Don't get me wrong, we need to recycle and stop the excessive waste, but we all know that the proposed environmental taxes are doing the government's pocket a great deal of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, it seems we're focussing on the animals. Today, GMTV highlighted the need for the rehabilitation of ex-racing greyhounds, how we should be saving the countryside and helping to make kids more aware of nature around them. Not to mention the possibility of complete extinction for the wild and wonderful Tigers, Orangutans and Panthers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world without animals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I don't want my grandchildren or great grandchildren to suffer that fate. I'm off to find out how to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day Busy Girls... love Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1861806380340575587?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1861806380340575587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1861806380340575587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1861806380340575587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1861806380340575587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/imagine-world-without-animals.html' title='Imagine a world without animals'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-858513643797229516</id><published>2007-10-22T06:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:04:21.916Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living on the edge MTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living on the edge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>The price of living in paradise</title><content type='html'>While we were shouting at the TV all weekend, willing our boys to win the World Cup Rugby and later, the Grand Prix (don't say it was just me?), residents of one of the most luxurious and coveted areas in the whole world were fleeing their burning homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard yet, Malibu has been on fire all weekend as a result of naturally occuring fires. And there we are, always moaning about the British weather, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has discussed running off to sunnier climes. But it seems even one of the most fabulous places in the world has its problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of LA, how amazingly fantastical was the camera work on the new MTV programme Living on the Edge?! I watched the apparently 'real-life' docu-soap the other day and it was quite incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I don't have to think about moving; according to their programme I already live in LA! The camera panned around Alderley, showing a beautiful harbour with expensive yachts - Alderley Edge doesn't even have a river let alone a sea front! I'd love to get my hands on some of the MTV rose-tinted glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good day in paradise Busy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak soon, love Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-858513643797229516?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/858513643797229516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=858513643797229516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/858513643797229516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/858513643797229516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/price-of-living-in-paradise.html' title='The price of living in paradise'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-3773902145210945530</id><published>2007-10-19T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:39:39.158Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound confident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to improve confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women with low self confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>stop putting yourself down!</title><content type='html'>"Oh, I'm just a mum", "I just work in an office, nothing special", "I have a rubbish job, I hate it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a ladies networking event (social not business) last night and I couldn't believe how people were describing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls have got issues. The more women I meet, the more I see the general lack of self confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are known for being brash, bold and confident to the point of arrogance, but us British girls, we just don't seem to be able to blow our own trumpets - we're always apologising for ourselves and putting ourselves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hate to sound 'full of ourselves' so we attempt to put ourselves down before we start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned what I felt to Lucy at The Busy Girls Guide last night and she promised to put something on the Guide about it tomorrow - as a lifestyle coach, she works with people on their confidence all the time, so I knew she'd have a solution! I'll post the link here later today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Busy Girl, if this sounds like something you'd do, today I want you to join me in a little confidence practice - if you meet someone new today, try telling them what you do without making it sound dull, boring or unimportant - you are important and much more worthy than you make out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, and a lovely weekend and I'll catch you next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-3773902145210945530?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/3773902145210945530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=3773902145210945530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3773902145210945530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3773902145210945530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-putting-yourself-down.html' title='stop putting yourself down!'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1311838082099618870</id><published>2007-10-16T08:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:28:00.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost credit card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kind spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petrol station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost pin number'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t pay for petrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britains rudeness'/><title type='text'>Always an exception to the rule...</title><content type='html'>I was on way home from the Midlands last night, rushing to get back to Manchester for an evening meeting. I stopped at a garage on the dual carriageway to get some petrol. Normally, I throw my cash card into my bag, so when I couldn't find it at first I knew I'd eventually see it tucked into a dark corner of my 'abyss' bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put a bit of petrol in and ran into the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble, scrabble... no card. Right, erm 'just a sec!', frantic scrabble... no card, no cheque book, no pin number for my credit card. No way to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the bank, told them that I had lost my card, the pin number for my other card hadn't arrived (thanks, Royal Mail), I had petrol in my car and no way to pay, "we can order you a new pin number, it will take 4 working days"... it was all I could do to not swear at the man when I calmly told him that waiting in the garage for 4 days was NOT an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing we can do", he said. "Thanks for being utterly useless" I spluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I get annoyed, I go very calm. It's an odd thing, I kind of slow down, lower my voice and silently smoulder. Where was my card? Why now? What about the meeting? What do I do?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pay, just send me a cheque", the man behind the counter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless that man. He paid cash out of his pocket, refused my contact details, said to send him a cheque and "drive safely, and don't rush, you want to get to your meeting in one piece".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I blogged about Britain's rudeness - I've just had a very worthwhile lesson - there's Always an exception to the rule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; - Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1311838082099618870?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1311838082099618870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1311838082099618870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1311838082099618870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1311838082099618870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/always-exception-to-rule.html' title='Always an exception to the rule...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5607499179421887409</id><published>2007-10-13T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:46:25.268Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living on the edge MTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life cheshire busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living on the edge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alderley Edge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show on mtv living on the edge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><title type='text'>Living on The Edge - MTV goes Cheshire set</title><content type='html'>OMIGOODNESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoovering the kitchen (as Busy Girls do on their only days off) I was passively listening to some tunes on MTV when I heard the words 'Alderley Edge' in an advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed through to the lounge, nearly killing myself by catching my enormous slippers (don't) on the lead and there it was, shots of little Alderley Edge, with golden camera-added glitzy glaze... apparently they're doing an OC style reality show on Alderley Edge, starting tomorrow on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has probably heard about this new programme apart from me (I'm a Busy Girl, too Busy to watch TV) but, my goodness... whatever will they think of next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we live between Wilmslow and Alderley Edge, in the MTV-nicknamed 'LA of the UK'.  I'd love to know where they got that phrase from - there is money in Cheshire - the number of Range Rover Sports, DB9s, Ferraris and Lambo's are proof of that, but LA Alderley Edge ain't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO watching this programme tomorrow - sad or not - because I want to see how much 'creative camera-work' has gone into making Alderley look and feel like a UK LA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to dance round the hoover to some more tunes... do let me know what you think of MTV's Living on the Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; - the ultimate lifestyle guide for Busy Girls - Manchester, Cheshire &amp;amp; Liverpool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5607499179421887409?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5607499179421887409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5607499179421887409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5607499179421887409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5607499179421887409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-on-edge-mtv-goes-cheshire-set.html' title='Living on The Edge - MTV goes Cheshire set'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7614574917030543117</id><published>2007-10-12T07:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T07:27:04.413Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal training diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal trainer manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alderley Edge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal trainer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get fit manchester'/><title type='text'>Busy Girl Goes Training - shock!</title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went training with my new PT yesterday (Mike Bach from Body Planner - he's on &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;). You see, he's joined The Busy Girls Guide as their new Personal Trainer &amp;amp; fitness advisor, which means he's had to pass their service and quality tests, so that must mean he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that training with him would be fun. So I booked a session with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun? I conveniently forgot that I'd have to put some effort in - I had this idealistic image of myself trotting around the park in Alderley Edge, with a big smile on my face as I took in the beautiful surroundings, chatting to Mike whilst stretching out on the bench and generally looking quite glamorous in my matching Nike sportswear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check needed, Busy Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have matching Nike sportswear - I have old trackie bottoms and odd tshirts and I haven't had new trainers for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating, puffing, panting, groaning and moaning, wet feet, wet trainers, wet legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, Alderley is beautiful at 9am on a crisp, dewey morning - but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of shape. I need help. Looking back, it was probably a good idea to find this embarassing fact out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I invite you to follow my progress Busy Girl - I'll be blogging about my Personal Training sessions every week, giving you the highs and lows. I invite you to come training with me from your computer screen, let me do the work and you can feel my pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am aching now! Have a wonderful weekend Busy Girls and catch you next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;  - expert lifestyle guide for Busy Girls - Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7614574917030543117?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7614574917030543117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7614574917030543117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7614574917030543117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7614574917030543117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-girl-goes-training-shock.html' title='Busy Girl Goes Training - shock!'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-3829241157199866841</id><published>2007-10-10T06:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:07:09.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foundation tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup tips for busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac makeup brush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foundattion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make duo fibre brush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast makeup tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to get the perfect foundation base'/><title type='text'>Get a perfect foundation base - quickly!</title><content type='html'>I was trotting around town in my lunch hour yesterday, when I bumped into a friend I haven't seen for a good couple of months,"Wow! You look great, your skin looks really good..." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I don't think so, I've got loads of spots" I replied, in my usual 'put myself down when someone tries to complement me' style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew why she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my skin isn't great - it's fine from my forehead to my cheeks, but I still get spots on my chin (and I'm nearly 30 - how unfair is that!?). So I spend ages willing them away and wondering whether it's a) my concealer making them worse b) the fact I slept in my makeup again c) my face wash or d) the Pill. Still haven't found a solution, so it's probably e) bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have found a temporary answer and it's simple. Camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not slap-it-on pollyfilla-style caked-on concealer, but, light foundation applied with a professional make-up brush. Not only does this brush cover my skin in this incredible 'no spots to be seen' sheen, but it is SO quick to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note for this morning - if you have an issue with uneven application, bite the bullet and shell out £25 (ouch) for a &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.co.uk/templates/products/mp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT4714" target="_blank"&gt;MAC Duo Fibre Brush&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day Busy Girls, I'm off to apply my makeup - oh, don't forget to clean the brush every week with makeup wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-3829241157199866841?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/3829241157199866841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=3829241157199866841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3829241157199866841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3829241157199866841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-perfect-foundation-base-quickly.html' title='Get a perfect foundation base - quickly!'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1573394999035096690</id><published>2007-10-09T06:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:01:36.082Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effects of facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys vs girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>Facebook, Google &amp; the Nation's nosiness...</title><content type='html'>We're a nosey bunch aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone new comes onto my friends page on Facebook, I just can't help myself but have a quick nose over their pics - to see what they look like now, what their partners are like and if I've not seen them for a while, whether they are married or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is wrong with me? I couldn't for a minute believe that it's just me that does this. So, I did a bit of a test - I delved into how Himself uses Facebook and then did a quick skirt of the male friends I have on there, to see what action was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, funny discoveries, indeed. The boys all seem to have far more pictures of themselves - in fact one of them has a mighty 100 images of his own face, on his own profile. And as for Himself, well he came back with tales of who was living where, doing what and looked out of shape or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not just me it seems - the boys are equally addicted to showing off, comparing and contrasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main concern is that when I see someone doing well, looking happily married or engaged, or travelling the world, that I automatically, instantly and instinctively feel happy for them. I can't bear the thought of being in 'virtual' competition with someone I hadn't even thought about in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day Busy Girls and I'll see you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide - &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on around Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/calendar.asp"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/calendar.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1573394999035096690?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1573394999035096690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1573394999035096690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1573394999035096690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1573394999035096690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebook-google-nations-nosiness.html' title='Facebook, Google &amp; the Nation&apos;s nosiness...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4278983593691391477</id><published>2007-10-08T06:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:20:04.070Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plasma tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets for girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playt station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men love their gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadget love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>Techno phobe - do girls get gadgets?</title><content type='html'>Morning Busy Girls - I'm back. I hate to say it, but a cold got the better of me. I know that sounds feeble, but it was one hell of a cold, it really took me out - I have a pleasant cough left now - winter is definitely here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I stocked up on echniacea and cough medicine this weekend, Himself was out purchasing another new piece of technology - a 50" Plasma TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sat in front of Lorraine Kelly's 2ft wide head, in our relatively small lounge. I practically have to turn my head left and right to read anything that comes on screen and when he plays Play Station, it's like we're actually in the battle scene, being shot at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surround sound is so realistic, I thought I had a cricket on my shoulder last night when watching The Blue Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong; it's a beauty, it's shiny, stylish and very sexy (for a TV) but I'm not THAT exctied about it, not as excited as Himself anyway. I also have my gadgets; my lovely camera, my Blackberry and my laptop, but they're all still pretty functional - they do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himself, however, is in love with the Play Station, workships the 50" Plasma and lovingly puts his laptop to bed in a special cover every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I could play computer games, or show DVDs with surround sound, I'd get worshipped too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide to Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on in Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire? See The Busy Girls Calender &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/calendar.asp"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/calendar.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4278983593691391477?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4278983593691391477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4278983593691391477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4278983593691391477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4278983593691391477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/techno-phobe-do-girls-get-gadgets.html' title='Techno phobe - do girls get gadgets?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-9215586021534809668</id><published>2007-10-05T06:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:00:18.272Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we review fashion weekend manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion weekend manchester review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary from fashion weekend manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion weekend manchester'/><title type='text'>fashion weekend manchester - our diary, review &amp; backstage gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeK8rtODI/AAAAAAAAABA/98MkzCvyYOI/s1600-h/catwalk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117740831245940786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeK8rtODI/AAAAAAAAABA/98MkzCvyYOI/s200/catwalk3.jpg" 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;br /&gt;Dear Busy Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me today, Lucy, as poor Eva is feeling a little under-the-weather - there's something going round, isn't there? She'll be back by next week, bless her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's the 'talk of the town' I thought I'd report back on Fashion Weekend Manchester, which kicked off last night with their VIP launch and fashion shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXbp8rtN-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/TVILRnGTAr8/s1600-h/nik-and-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117738065287002082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXbp8rtN-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/TVILRnGTAr8/s320/nik-and-me.jpg" 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;Arrived at Urbis, the home of Fashion Weekend Manchester with Nikki, I felt slightly over dressed as going to The MEN Property Awards afterwards but I didn't need to worry - talk about make an effort! Everyone was dressed to impress - like really dressed up -I've never seen Manchester so turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a welcome glass of pink champagne, we were escorted into the main shopping area - rows and rows of clothes at half price to 70% off! We were in our element for about 20 minutes, picking up some fab buys at really great prices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best bits we found were - Blush B-Lush Bags, Funky Ben De Lisi pieces starting from £40.00, D&amp;amp;G signature coats at £120.00, a bit of Vivienne Westwood (including some fab biker boots), loads of Van Der Lande, Gharani Strok (yes, we nearly died), fun Manchester brand Me &amp;amp; Yu and loads more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spotted Sara Cox picking up a few bargains - mostly a-line t-shirt dresses - lovely lady that she is... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117739469741307890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXc7srtN_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cdrHi7G9wzc/s200/me-n-sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeHMrtOCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sHuQNxZiZwc/s1600-h/catwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117740766821431330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeHMrtOCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sHuQNxZiZwc/s200/catwalk.jpg" 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;Dashed upstairs in the funky Urbis lift, with Sarah Dunne from Hollyoaks and the cute little thing who plays 'Nancy', and a couple of the Emmerdale girls to find our place at the catwalk show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a split rumour about who styled the show - some said it was the lovely Karen Jones Russell, some Rose (ex. Vivienne Westwood). Either way, it was a lovely show, with Boss Models strutting their stuff... it was actually VERY wearable, and not at all 'couture crazy' which surprised us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also seems to be a lean towards quite androgenous models - no 'girly gorgeousness' to be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117740650857314322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeAcrtOBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EkeeAR2b6Ew/s200/catwalk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeOcrtOEI/AAAAAAAAABI/W50F-_GNp1A/s1600-h/catwalk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117740891375482946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeOcrtOEI/AAAAAAAAABI/W50F-_GNp1A/s200/catwalk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all - the show was packed full of wearable AW07/08 gorgeousness, floors 2 and 3 are packed full of clothes, bags, shoes and accessories that, quite frankly, you need your credit card ready for (there's no way you'll be able to resist buying something!)... it's worth a look definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the first night, and within half an hour, it was packed - we were saying that Saturday will be manic, so get your flat boots on, and prepare for a bit of mayhem - rails may be flying by lunchtime, so try to get there ontime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email us &lt;a href="mailto:experts@busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;experts@busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; for the timetable for the rest of the weekend... have fun Busy Girls and let us know if you have any questions - we're always here to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lucy x &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - The expert lifestyle guide for Busy Girls - Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-9215586021534809668?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/9215586021534809668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=9215586021534809668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/9215586021534809668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/9215586021534809668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/fashion-weekend-manchester-our-diary.html' title='fashion weekend manchester - our diary, review &amp; backstage gossip'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4iuPCcQMvs/RwXeK8rtODI/AAAAAAAAABA/98MkzCvyYOI/s72-c/catwalk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924562700713023229.post-6090972454051547720</id><published>2007-10-03T06:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:47:29.792Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialistic britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialistic gain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>Stressed huh? Well, perhaps a little bit...</title><content type='html'>Apparently half of Britain are stressed - having time off work to 'recover'. I'm not surprised to be honest, it's a pretty stressful place to be at the moment - there's such a drive for materialistic gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so evident in the media where everyone seems to think you've only made it if you have the latest Chloe Bag or read the right magazines and been to the right parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all about money, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bona-fide Busy Girl, my life often seems too full to be consumed by consumerism - I just don't have time to flick through magazines to find out which tote I should have my eye on, or which shoes I should be coveting. But, I do believe that it's that level of 'need' for 'things' that has us working like crazy, desperate to make another buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stress. We all have it to some degree, in our 'want it all, need it all' generation - we want the promotion, we want the family, the happy relationship, the nice meals-out, the lovely clothes, the 'happy life'... we want it all - so we strive to get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we're stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make the most of my day, to forget which bag Grazia Magazine tells me I should have and to enjoy meeting some new faces, hear new stories and absorb real life - the people themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one Busy Girl and if you do feel stressed, I'm a good listener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There's an article on The Busy Girls Guide about how to relieve stress - do have a peek &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=42"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-6090972454051547720?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6090972454051547720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=6090972454051547720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6090972454051547720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6090972454051547720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/stressed-huh-well-perhaps-little-bit.html' title='Stressed huh? Well, perhaps a little bit...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-6873060409098188616</id><published>2007-10-02T07:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:20:09.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is britain getting ruder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant about britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>how rude? Is Britain becoming worse?</title><content type='html'>That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of people beeping me because I'm a second too slow taking off at the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of the girl at the local shop who can't even be bothered to look at me when she serves me, let alone smile or say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of the waiters who throw evils at me because I've not added a tip to the credit card slip - especially when I was intending on giving them some change instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of pressing 75 different buttons to get through to the right person at the phone company, only to be cut off after 10 minutes of continual dialling tone - and they say they're in communications?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of watching chavs on tv getting away with murder, literally, meanwhile we're all worshipping chav-celebrities, who 'forget' to wear knickers to get in the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of moaning about it all... do you think it will get worse or will it ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over. Got it off my chest. I'm too busy for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-6873060409098188616?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6873060409098188616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=6873060409098188616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6873060409098188616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6873060409098188616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-rude-is-britain-becoming-worse.html' title='how rude? Is Britain becoming worse?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-3279774128373148620</id><published>2007-10-01T06:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:00:47.667Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importance of having breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow metabolism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorset cereals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>breakfast battle...</title><content type='html'>Unless I plan it, or have something I fancy ready to eat, I just can't help but let breakfast slip through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the most important meal of the day. I know my metabolism will slow down if I don't eat breakfast and I know my body will move into starvation mode and stop breaking down the fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're busy you really can forget to have breakfast, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's another week, and being a fan of 'resolutions' I decided to put another 'plan' into action (if you've read this blog before, you'll know self-improvement is my religion). So this morning I decided to make an effort to eat something pretty much as soon as I got up. I actually went out last night and bought some Dorset Cereals porridge (talk about commitment to a plan) - the sad thing is, I looked forward to tasting it this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually very nice (I got the nutty version) and I know I'll be full up 'til lunch - the only thing is I was muttering disapproval through the whole process - it's hardly a quick option, it takes a lot of milk and a look of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goody-two-shoes side of my brain tells me to shut up, and that in reality, it's only 10 minutes, so I should make an effort to queeze the time out of my schedule to fit it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a new week a new resolution, let's see if I can keep it up - hope you've had your Shreddies or your Weetabix this morning! Have a great day Busy Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; The Lifestyle Guide to Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire for Busy Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-3279774128373148620?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/3279774128373148620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=3279774128373148620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3279774128373148620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3279774128373148620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/10/breakfast-battle.html' title='breakfast battle...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4022296510957198720</id><published>2007-09-28T06:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:00:54.887Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing favours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rid the guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to say no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when to say yes'/><title type='text'>then the guilt follows...</title><content type='html'>I did it... I tried to say no. In fact, more than 'tried' I did say no. But the problem was I ended up feeling mightily guilty - like a really selfish old trout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me off thinking though - there is a right time to say no, and a right time to say no and not be guilty that your friend / colleague is going to have to find another willing fool, sorry, participant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to take another tactic - to say yes, but to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- find out what I'm saying 'yes' to, in full, before doing it &lt;br /&gt;- explain how busy I am and that I can't do it straight away &lt;br /&gt;- ask when the 'favour' needs doing by, and if I can't make it, say no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, a plan - I like plans... let's see if I can stick to this one today. I'm suffering from a lovely cold, so it's going to be like wading through mud to just make the simplest of decisions today but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day lovelies and speak soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4022296510957198720?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4022296510957198720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4022296510957198720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4022296510957198720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4022296510957198720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/then-guilt-follows.html' title='then the guilt follows...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-4552903583556997961</id><published>2007-09-27T06:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:46:58.448Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to say no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saying no'/><title type='text'>saying no...</title><content type='html'>Don't know about you Busy Girl, but I have a real issue saying "no". It's not just me, my more conscientious friends are the same - whenever someone asks us for a favour, we automatically say 'ok, yeah, I'll help you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to say yes to a seemingly simple task and then find out what I've really let myself in for when it's too late to back out. The favour usually becomes something I don't really have the time to do - like ferrying boxes backwards and forwards or waiting for hours for a delivery. I end up frantically rushing to get all my stuff done too - or it gets forgotten in the haste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it my quest today to say 'no' to something that I'm asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine - the next time my boss asks me something I'll be like 'No!' - ok, maybe I'd better figure out my boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you try it too? Together we will become liberated Busy Girl (or sacked)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt; Manchester &amp; Cheshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-4552903583556997961?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/4552903583556997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=4552903583556997961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4552903583556997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/4552903583556997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/saying-no.html' title='saying no...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1255497294750785582</id><published>2007-09-26T06:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:34:15.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demotivated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting back into it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post holiday blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting up in the morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><title type='text'>I can't get back into it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's so dark in the mornings! I have been practising my 'how to get up happy' tricks, and although it's getting somewhat easier, I still want to curl up into my duvet and hide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it's because I &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=122" target="_blank"&gt;can't get back into it&lt;/a&gt; - I've been away for a week and that's it - I'm totally out of touch with my motivation and 'keeness'. Maybe it's because things have gone a bit quiet. I chatted with a friend about this yesterday and she was feeling the same, just really bored and demotivated. So, what do I do? Well, my friends at the &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt; have put together an article all about it, so that's a start - here's a snippet... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Get out! - &lt;/strong&gt;What did you love most about your holidays? The fresh air? The walks or the swimming? Take in some scenery &amp;amp; get walking now you're back... try to get out for lunch, even if it's to get a change of environment for 1/2 an hour" &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=122" target="_blank"&gt;the rest of the article&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right - onwards and upwards - I've got too much to do today to be faffing about - need to get brain and act into gear! I'll see you later Busy Girls - have a lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt; to Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1255497294750785582?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1255497294750785582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1255497294750785582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1255497294750785582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1255497294750785582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-get-back-into-it.html' title='I can&apos;t get back into it...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7065758429030668311</id><published>2007-09-25T06:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:29:47.567Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinning class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downhill mountain biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things you do for love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>The things you do for love...</title><content type='html'>Himself likes this and I like that - but the chance of him going shopping for MAC makeup is slim, so I end up doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened when I first tried rock climbing, hill walking and more recently spinning. Not that himself likes spinning, but he goes downhill mountain biking, so if I'm going to try that, I should at least get myself comfortable in the saddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the things I've done for him have been done with an initial disinterest, but turned out to be good fun and, in some cases, something I'm actually quite good at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from spinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night pootled off to the gym with friend in tow, decided to get into gear before being dragged onto a mountain to hurtle down it on two wheels. Everything was going ok til I got my trouser leg caught in the peddle and nearly garroted my left leg off. Had to spend rest of the class with trousers pulled up above thighs, much to the amusement of skinny 'hilarious' man on the bike next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - don't wear long trousers on a bike, no matter how white and blotchy legs are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sit on a cushion - my bottom hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7065758429030668311?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7065758429030668311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7065758429030668311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7065758429030668311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7065758429030668311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-you-do-for-love.html' title='The things you do for love...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1852010054018422712</id><published>2007-09-24T06:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:05:09.318Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday morning blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to wake up happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad lightbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake up in the morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to be happy in the morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>How to wake up happy</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up miserable - my alarm is too loud, my bed is too comfortable and I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But waking up happy is possible - I know from searching the depths of my distant memory, that I've done it before, at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up happy is all about preparation - you need to have a few key things ready for the next day... I had a chat with the Experts and came back with this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get an alarm clock with a nice (not annoying) tone - even a &lt;a href="http://www.sadbox.co.uk/daylight-alarm-clocks-c-41.html?sadboxid=fdffba6f5a624d09abef305f26ab4efe"&gt;SAD Alarm Clock&lt;/a&gt; is more gentle than your mobile phone's shrill alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have something to look forward to! If it's Monday and you're going to work, you're off to a bad start, so why not plan something fun for the evening; have a friend over for a girly night or go to the flicks, even get something nice in for breakfast... it will cheer you up when you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave your dressing gown by the bed. One of the big reasons you won't want to get out is because it's too cold out there. If your dressing gown is within reach at least your first few steps won't be so unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps Busy Girl? I'm going to try it tonight, see how I get on. Oh, and the 3 things a day thing is really working for me - I've stopped trying to do 'everything' at once and seem (cautious pause) to be getting more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders never cease! Have fun Busy Girl, love Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;Busy Girls Guide, Manchester &amp; Cheshire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1852010054018422712?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1852010054018422712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1852010054018422712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1852010054018422712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1852010054018422712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-wake-up-happy.html' title='How to wake up happy'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-413764217558042027</id><published>2007-09-22T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:38:06.617Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PlayStation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored on saturday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PlayStation widow'/><title type='text'>PlayStation widow...</title><content type='html'>To be fair, I've done well to get away with it for this long. Boasting to my friends "oh yes, he's a star... he doesn't like football and he doesn't even have a Playstation - the perfect man, huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would come back to bite me - today he went out to get a new magazine and came home proudly brandishing a PlayStation 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know the graphics are cool, I'm aware the joystick (or whatever it is) is wireless and, yes darling, it HAS got better music than old computer games... but honestly, after 1/2hr the erractic screaming of racing cars buzzing around the mud-pit track is beginning to seriously grate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nursing a &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=128"&gt;hangover&lt;/a&gt; from too much champagne last night (nice, but painful now) and have had to take Paracetamol and Ibuprofen again for pounding head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now officially a PlayStation Widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend is more peaceful than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-413764217558042027?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/413764217558042027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=413764217558042027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/413764217558042027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/413764217558042027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/playstation-widow.html' title='PlayStation widow...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-3055328537950861967</id><published>2007-09-21T07:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:50:34.830Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheque book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheques'/><title type='text'>The cheque's in the post...</title><content type='html'>Morning Busy Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying are cheques and paperwork? I'm so used to firing off an email or checking my bank balance online that I feel to send a cheque is just big hassle and bottom of the list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You not only have to find your cheque book, write it, find the person's address, write a note to accompany it, find an envelope, buy some stamps, but then also remember to post the thing and not leave it hanging around in your bag for days getting dirty and crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be an easier way - maybe soon they'll get rid of cheques completely and then I can save a good hour or so faffing about trying to pay people their dues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over - have a great day! Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-3055328537950861967?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/3055328537950861967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=3055328537950861967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3055328537950861967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/3055328537950861967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheques-in-post.html' title='The cheque&apos;s in the post...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-1189060951702351690</id><published>2007-09-20T06:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:33:25.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effective and efficient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be more effective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc move to manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effective vs efficient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>Are you effective or efficient?</title><content type='html'>Effectiveness is doing the things that get you closer to your goals. Efficiency is performing a given task in the most economical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you effective every day or efficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the example of a washing machine - if it's efficient, it will use less water, less detergent, finish washing in less time and generally be more economical to run. But we need the machine to be effective too; it has to wash the clothes well, otherwise, we'll have to put them back in for another cycle, which then reduces the efficiency too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply the same thought process to work - are you the sort of person who checks their email 30 times a day, clicking the 'send/receive' button? Do you have an elaborate 'folder system' for your emails, to get them out of the way and into different piles to sort through later? If so, do you think this is efficient or effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being effective will get you to where you need to be. It will get you home earlier in the long run, it'll make you feel satisfied at the end of the day, it'll get you results and it will make people notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a think about it today, Busy Girl, maybe simply checking your mails 4 times a day and responding to the most important ones, delegating the appropriate and binning the ridiculous would make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one, lots of love, Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt;, Manchester &amp;amp; Cheshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-1189060951702351690?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/1189060951702351690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=1189060951702351690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1189060951702351690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/1189060951702351690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-effective-or-efficient.html' title='Are you effective or efficient?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2965722966774920590</id><published>2007-09-19T08:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:51:25.739Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clairvoyant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='predictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><title type='text'>What's on your life cards?</title><content type='html'>Is it in the cards? Is everything that is going to happen to you this week, this month, this year already set out and waiting to happen? A tarot card reader or clairvoyant will tell you that yes, it's in the cards (or to us our everyday expression - it's on the cards). But if it is all set out for us, then why do we worry so much about the future - if we can control very little of it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I destined to prang the car on Tuesday or was it a cause &amp;amp; reaction situation? Have you ever watched the film sliding doors - where the main character's whole life goes in a different direction just because she missed her train to work one morning... makes you wonder how life would have been different, if you'd taken another path. Imagine if you'd not chosen your University, and gone to another one. Or, if you didn't go, imagine what life would have been like if you did. You'd probably have a different partner, live somewhere else in the country, have different friends, job, pets, ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our days running to and fro, getting things done to secure our future - but maybe it's all secured for us already - in which case, what's it all for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crickey... it's 9am - that's deep enough for one day, Busy Girl - have fun whatever you are striving to do -let's hope it makes a difference to your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2965722966774920590?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2965722966774920590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2965722966774920590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2965722966774920590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2965722966774920590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-on-your-life-cards.html' title='What&apos;s on your life cards?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5278676221185521253</id><published>2007-09-18T07:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:19:54.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organised life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car crash'/><title type='text'>Nothing like a crash to come to your senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, how did you get on Busy Girl? Manage to prioritise just 3 things to do yesterday? Hard isn't it? I really struggled to &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=122" target="_blank"&gt;get back into it&lt;/a&gt; yesterday - with being away on hols last week. I managed to get 2 of the 3 things done on my list but then on my way to lunch someone decided drive into the road without looking and ploughed into my car, ripping the back end off. I spent the rest of the day trying to change the tyre, sort out the insurance and get it booked into the nearest garage whilst shaking with that instinctive panic that envelops you when you have a crash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes you think doesn't it. One minute you're there &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=54" target="_blank"&gt;worrying about your to do list&lt;/a&gt;, the next life slaps you firmly in the face and makes you realise that actually there are more important things than being efficient - like being alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't mean to dramatise, but it really hit home (excuse the pun) yesterday - I realised if he'd hit me a milli-second sooner, I may have ended up mashed into the car, because he would have hit me at 30mph directly on the driver's door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I'm going to get the car to the garage and then make sure I actually &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=52" target="_blank"&gt;enjoy my day&lt;/a&gt; whilst getting things done without worrying - because let's face it, today could have been a different story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you later Busy Girls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;love Eva xx &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5278676221185521253?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5278676221185521253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5278676221185521253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5278676221185521253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5278676221185521253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-like-crash-to-come-to-your.html' title='Nothing like a crash to come to your senses'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7088415493506270554</id><published>2007-09-17T07:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:55:52.503Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to prioritise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday morning blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work overload'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five minute fix'/><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Got up this morning feeling like my brain had been removed and replaced with a brick. What is it with Mondays? The start of a new week should be a great thing, with the weekend behind us and the chance to start again, but no - what it really means is the start of another tough old grind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot recently about how we are the hardest working country in Europe. We've always got something to do - we're never short of a to-do list or 7! I Flicking through a book last week, I came across a new time management technique. It said that in order to maximise our day, we should try to do only 3 things that really matter. So, you this morning I'm going to battle the Monday blues and give it a go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have to sit for 5 minutes and find 3 things that really need to be done today - only 3. It makes you prioritise and realise that actually, you're not that burdened after all... right 3 things... I'll let you know how I get on - why don't you give it a go too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7088415493506270554?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7088415493506270554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7088415493506270554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7088415493506270554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7088415493506270554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8060913599638931606</id><published>2007-09-02T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:57:42.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilton mancheser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc move to manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemar manchester'/><title type='text'>Lemar really rocks</title><content type='html'>Sorry but I simply had to post this blog heading, as yesterday I went to see Lemar, who was playing at a private party at The Hilton in Manchester... and he was amazing. He really was fab, my friends and I enjoyed every single minute of it. It was one great way to start September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just Lemar, his guitarist and about 100 people dancing in front of him... totally fabulous. I've taken some pics but left my camera in my friends car so don't have them yet. Argh! Give me the camera back quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard him do his warm up and he had a few off notes, but when it came to the actual performance, not a duff note in sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemar, if you remember back far enough, was in that odd reality programme Fame Academy - since then I've really loved Lemar's soulful tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough gushing from me - photos to follow shortly (as soon as I get my camera back!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely Sunday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8060913599638931606?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8060913599638931606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8060913599638931606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8060913599638931606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8060913599638931606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/09/lemar-really-rocks.html' title='Lemar really rocks'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-6305448647509389871</id><published>2007-08-29T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:22:31.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less spam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more spam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spammers'/><title type='text'>Have all the spammers gone on their hols?</title><content type='html'>Ha ha... just realised something. It's been really quiet the last few weeks, with my email. I've not really had the floods of stuff I usually have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised what it is, the spammers must be on their hols, because I've not had anything about increasing the size of my you-know-what for a few weeks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, funny. I just got one then - typical isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much time is wasted checking spam filters, deleting the ones that got through &amp; generally wasting time on the ones which you read because they make you laugh!? To be fair, they must have a wicked sense of humour... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On go on, come back off your hols 'bigger-bits' people, you make me laugh... what a bunch of expletives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over... have a good one Busy Girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-6305448647509389871?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/6305448647509389871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=6305448647509389871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6305448647509389871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/6305448647509389871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-all-spammers-gone-on-their-hols.html' title='Have all the spammers gone on their hols?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7557415416227093801</id><published>2007-08-24T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:35:13.629Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p up in a brewery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tescos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merchandising chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new layouts in stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>Why keep changing the layout Tescos?</title><content type='html'>21st August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. What have they done to Tescos? I'm a Busy Girl, as you, and I need my supermarket to be sympathetic to my needs - that means not changing everything around continually for 8 weeks, so I don't know whether I'm in the fruit and veg section or supposed to be buying Tuna. Goodness me. I've just had the most stressful shopping trip ever, all over loo roll and mayonnaise. I don't know about you Busy Girls, but I need things to be in a 'grab 'em quick' spot, so I can almost unconsciously run down the aisle, and pop the usual into the trolley on autopilot. &lt;br /&gt;It seems they have decided to 'upgrade', which means changing every single aisle round, cutting off bits and adding new bits, slicing walls in half and adding an extra floor - I think this signifies the start of real shopping hell. They're going to add a whole second floor to what is already the busiest store in the world. Great stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely wishing that I had some smaller, independents a little closer to home, so I could get things easier, but I guess that's the whole point of these big supermarkets - they're easy, aren't they!? I mean, I've definitely been known to pop out for some sweet chilli sauce and come home with a new top, some tights and a new mascara. It makes life too easy, being able to pop down to a buy-it-all haven. &lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a while since I've blogged, well it has been the hols - I've definitely had a few too many lazy days recently. It's just that when everyone else is away, you really struggle to keep up the pace, don't you. Not to say it hasn't been a busy August, just a tad quieter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Busy Friends, it is time for me to go now, and have some dinner (if I have anything worth eating from my ridiculous haul earlier). I'm off for some stir fry. Oh, yes, I got some new GHDs, you'll be pleased to know. You don't realise quite how much you need them until they break down on you. Rather like men and cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time - lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7557415416227093801?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7557415416227093801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7557415416227093801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7557415416227093801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7557415416227093801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-keep-changing-layout-tescos.html' title='Why keep changing the layout Tescos?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8377345494761333973</id><published>2007-08-24T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:33:37.289Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester. cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frizzy hair'/><title type='text'>My GHDs died! The trials of being a frazzled Busy Girl!</title><content type='html'>3rd August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GHDs have just died. You know what a nightmare this is for me now - after 4 years of loyal service, they've just totally died on me... in the most uncivilised way, too. Suddenly I could feel scraping down my hair - I looked at them, and they they were, snatching handfuls of hair out, amongst big gaping cracks between the ceramic plate and the plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had proper panic - I can't go downstairs with half frizzy, half straight hair - I'm supposed to be going out! Luckily, they have bound together a little with the heat, so I managed to finish the mop off, but I'm going to have to bite the bullet and get some new ones yet. I had to tell you, it's not like himself would understand... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off out now with my half chewed, slightly frizzy mop... now all I need is some rain and I'm sorted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one Busy Girls - until later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8377345494761333973?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8377345494761333973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8377345494761333973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8377345494761333973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8377345494761333973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-ghds-died-trials-of-being-frazzled.html' title='My GHDs died! The trials of being a frazzled Busy Girl!'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-169372160825610478</id><published>2007-08-24T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:32:14.131Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pale legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter blues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28th July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend of sun! Oh joy - I actually thought I was going mad last week - as I was getting used to having wet feet, wet hair &amp; generally looking like a total mess, even after an hour of dressing effort. But, like a juxtaposed joke, just as I got used to it, the sun came back! I don't know about you but at first I wasn't very impressed - I mean, I have all my black tights &amp; boots out now. Just as I've been planning a weekend away in the sun, out he comes, in all his glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great weekend though - busy in the garden generally, taking in the rays and sorting out everything that has overgrown and gone totally mad in the last few weeks of rainy solitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been shopping lately? It seems the stores have been going totally mad with their sales - apparently Harvey Nicks were selling off the most amazing Jimmy Choos for less than £100 because the season has been so changeable and the summer stock needed shifting... how fabulous is that? Can't believe I didn't get in there early enough - note to self, get to the shops on time next season sale! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to our stylist, Martine, the shops are stocking short season items nowadays so you have to snap up things you like because they're not hanging around - I thought her article was really interesting... whatever next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happily I didn't have to munch on a roast dinner tonight, because the sun's been out again and I've been back on the salad. The only thing is though, my skin seems to be taking a battering - I'm not sure if it's the weather or what -I seem to be going through a combination of dry, then oily skin, spots and then no spots but dry skin again. I keep changing my moisturiser, but not sure that's the answer really. &lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, when I got my legs out in the garden in the vague attempt at some suntanning I had remnants of fake tan all over my ankles and knees - oh, how attractive. The things we do to try to look attractive, it's funny really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I can see you all now - imagining this confused looking Girl with her trousers round her knees, orange streaky legs and funny spotty face (you're probably not far off!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to eat potato wedges, Busy Girls, it's gone cool this evening again, you see! &lt;br /&gt;Catch you soon Busy Girls, love from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-169372160825610478?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/169372160825610478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=169372160825610478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/169372160825610478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/169372160825610478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/08/28th-july-2007-weekend-of-sun-oh-joy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2083623555713425017</id><published>2007-07-22T20:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:39:45.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Ripping up your hard work...</title><content type='html'>Good evening my Busy Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you all? I'm good, although the weekend seems to have gone so quickly! I'm doing my normal Sunday night ritual - waiting for Waking The Dead to start, watching rubbish on the TV, until it comes on. I'm sooo full - Ilook forward to Sunday lunch so much and I'm so hungrey and then when I finally come round to eating it, I feel totally and utterly stuffed afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the day after a night out when you say 'I'm never drinking again!' and then of course you end up reaching for the wine two days later. Well, that 's how I feel now - like I'm never going to be able to eat again. But, my God, Sunday lunches are good - if you're a vegetarain and don't like meat, it still applies, because in my book, roast dinners are all about the potatoes. Oh dear, I'm making myself feel even worse talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a bit odd though, isn't it? Eating a roast dinner on the 21st July. But, that's what I felt like - I came in with my hair blowing all over my face, covered in mud from Tatton Park Flower Show and I felt like a good old roast. The weather is really messing with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what though - Tatton Flower show was good. I really enjoyed the displays - it's really quite amazing what people can come up with in 3 weeks - that's how long they have to plant their feature gardens on site. I just couldn't believe that all the beautiful gardens they had planted would be ripped out tomorrow when the show finishes. Just imagine that - you've grown these beautiful shrubs and have this perfect result from your laborious hard work and then 5 days later, you pull it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place does look fantastic though - even through the mud and the splodges of rain, it looked beautiful. My favourite displays were those which looked like meadows of wild flowers - long rushes and leggy poppies, beautiful mauve and blue cornflowers - they were totally stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow Busy Girls, I'd better get back to my old TV programme - I've missed the start! Will catch you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2083623555713425017?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2083623555713425017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2083623555713425017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2083623555713425017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2083623555713425017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/07/ripping-up-your-hard-work.html' title='Ripping up your hard work...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8376849137499060406</id><published>2007-07-04T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:40:05.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it impossible to be Busy in the rain?</title><content type='html'>Dear Busy Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article from our site is quite cool, so I thought I'd share it with you... I'm so totally the same as this, it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/"&gt;www.busygirlsguide.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a very Busy Girl, I have firm evidence that my mood has been affected by this crazy weather - but more importantly for me, it really impacts on how effective I am. I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now (since it's been that long raining!) so I thought I'd do a little research into just how the weather effects a Busy Girls Lifestyle... here's my day in the life of a Busy Girl in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with the morning alarm... it's like winter at the moment, cold &amp; chilly, so when the alarm goes off I have to give it at least an extra half an hour before I can crawl out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 30minutes of snoozing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr... bath please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the first ever summer that I've been tempted into having a bath! When it's chilly &amp; miserable there's nothing more comforting - but it takes way longer than the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 15minutes of soaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to wear!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'm totally scuppered for something to wear - I want to wear a polo-neck &amp; tights, but I've put my winter stuff in the attic. So, it's on with the white pants, then off again, on with a t-shirt, then I'm cold, so I'm back to a long sleeved top. All the faffing around &amp;amp; I've changed 4 times before I'm done &amp; I'm still cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 25 minutes of faffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that hair, or frizz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm done up &amp; ready to go, I step out of the front door (quite a bit later than hoped) &amp;amp; puff! There goes the hair - from sleek to shit-zu in 5 minutes flat. I'm like a puff ball of cotton wool - I think of how long it took me to straighten it... what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 15 minutes of straightening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pie or Salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time gets even more time consuming as I face the dinner queue - I should have a salad - it's healthy &amp; it's July afterall. But no, I want a pie &amp;amp; chips, no, I want baked potatoes, I just want stodge! I want to feel comforted by hot nosh. Miserably I reach for the salad, feeling very unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 10 minutes of culinary contemplation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait for the shower to pass...I'm sat in the car, wearing sandals &amp; a white skirt, meanwhile the heavens have opened &amp;amp; everyone I can see through the blurry windscreen is getting totally &amp; utterly soaked. I'm not going anywhere without an umbrella (I defiantly have my sunglasses on my head but I've left my umbrella at home again!) I'm sitting here til it passes - work can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 15 minutes of waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up &amp; want to watch rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally on a lovely summer's evening, I joyfully breeze into the kitchen, create a culinary masterpiece &amp; float into the garden to enjoy a glass of Sancerre on my oak lounger (ok, I get home, make tea &amp;amp; half-lie in the back yard on a wonky deckchair). But no, not today. Today, in this weather, I'm like Julie Andrews without the spoonful of sugar or the fixed grin. I'm a miserable, wet-toe'd version of my normal 'lighter than life' self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stomp into the kitchen, wet through from the 10yard stumble from the car to the front door. I'm trying to carry all 9 bags from Tesco (as I don't want to make two trips). I fall over the dog, who is also wet through, and land in the kitchen - which by the way has a pleasant musty smell from not having the windows open enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rummage through the bags to find crisps or something equally fattening &amp; mood-enhancing &amp;amp; wander into the lounge to flick on the TV. Before I know it, I've been slouching in front of some mind-numbing programme - for 2 hours, feeling cosy &amp; warm at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Lost - 2 hours of slouching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, melodramatic I may be (I'm a Busy Girl &amp; melodrama is compulsory when life is this hectic) but I reckon on an average day I lose about 3 hours, 50 minutes of efficiency a day... &amp;amp; I actually like being efficient &amp; busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's that for the weather affecting the Nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think, Busy Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8376849137499060406?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8376849137499060406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8376849137499060406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8376849137499060406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8376849137499060406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-impossible-to-be-busy-in-rain.html' title='Is it impossible to be Busy in the rain?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-2844065598665594144</id><published>2007-07-03T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:10:37.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Er, hello! I'm wearing a scarf &amp;amp; I've got hayfever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?!?! I'm not being funny, but if someone's got the direct dial for God, or whoever is controlling the weather at the moment - please can I have it? I'm sat here, sniffing like a 5 year old (I know, I need to take my tablets, but I keep forgetting) and I'm wearing a scarf, black boots and a cardi and I'm cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a moan and I'm not bothered. I know that's a bit miserable of me Busy Girls, but for goodness sake. Where's the weather? It's the second of July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lovely weekend hasn't it? In the puddles, the storms, the grey clouds and the misery, totally and utterly blooming glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, enough of my moaning - how are you guys? I hope you're managing to keep a smiley face? I've been going to loads of events this past week, but all, predictably, have been indoors, when they were supposed to be outdoors. They were really good though. The only issue I had was (as it usually is to be honest) what to wear?!? I've literally been thinking 'long dress, black? too wintery. Short dress? White legs. Cocktail dress? Body too pale. Backless dress? Too cold'. It's a nice worry to have I guess, I could be sat at home wondering whether to eat cauliflower cheese or a frozen lasagne, but you know what it's like. You just want to look lovely, and not like a white, snivvling 12 year old in her mum's too-bold wintery ballgown. Or of course, the dreadful faux-pas... mutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to go a bit that way when I try to do my eye makeup... I start off ok and then I think "oh, just a bit more black around the eyes" the next minute, I look like a cross between one of Ricky Hatton's conquests and Lilo Lil from Bread (now I sound old, if you don't know who I mean, think Liz McDonald from Corrie). Then I try to scrape some off and end up with smears across my face and pale bits where I've smudged by blusher off. So, I've decided less is definitely more... I'm trying to take it easy on the makeup before the event and keep it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Busy Girls, I'd better go and do some sniffing and busying, it's going to be another busy one today... do let me know how you're all getting on - if you don't want your comments publishing you can opt out and simply send me a hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak soon my lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="Eva" src="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/images/pods/Evax.jpg" width="80" longdesc="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/images/pods/evax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-2844065598665594144?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/2844065598665594144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=2844065598665594144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2844065598665594144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/2844065598665594144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/07/er-hello-im-wearing-scarf-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5807724791310607695</id><published>2007-06-22T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:33:26.553Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulgarity or vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><title type='text'>Toe jobs, knee lifts &amp; chest implants... what's Hollywood on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="25thmarch" name="25thmarch"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21st June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to start another blog like this but... oh, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not really been watching TV for a few weeks because I've been so busy, but tonight I thought I'd sit down, relax and watch some mind-numbing TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Never seen anything quite like what's on the TV right now. 'Hollywood Lives: Vanity &amp; Vulgarity' is the most unbelievable programme I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see it? The programme was all about Hollywood and the incredible increase in plastic surgery operations taking place in Hollywood. Look, don't get me wrong, I can kind of understand someone wanting to make their chest a little bigger, or maybe make their nose a little less hooked, but this programme was truly incredible. I've just watched someone having their toes shortened, for goodness sake. Not only that, but a guy who was pretty good looking until he spent £260,000.00 on makign himself look utterly peculiar - with chest, bicep, cheek, chin, buttock and goodness-knows-what-else implants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whilst we're here contemplating our next new top, or whether to invest in a new pair of wedge heels this summer, you can be sure that there's a shocking number of people across the pond who are chipping away at their faces wondering whether to get a tummy tuck or a knee lift next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now, my mouth feels like the inside of a fur boot, because I've been sat here with my mouth wide open, gawping at the TV for the last half an hour. Having said that, it was incredibly entertaining, in a bit of a sick car-crash interest kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about the coined 'car-crash TV' that makes us want to watch things like that? I'm so busy most of the week that I don't get a chance to sit and watch TV, really, so I guess when I do I just want something a bit mind-numbing, which you don't have to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow Busy Girls, I promised to get you an article on back health... so I did... it's in our Healthy Living section - I hope you like it &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=76"&gt;click here to view &lt;/a&gt;. I hope it helps you - it certainly made me think and to be fair, I do feel a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Busy Girls, me and my slightly wonky nose, probably too-long toes and definitely too-small chest is off to bed, safe in the knowledge that the scalpel won't be coming near me when I lie down tonight! Hope you have a lovely evening and if you do have anything to say (perhaps you're a pro-surgery kinda girl, who can change my mind) do let me know.... &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;amp;postID=5978478518877010928"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5807724791310607695?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5807724791310607695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5807724791310607695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5807724791310607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5807724791310607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/06/toe-jobs-knee-lifts-chest-implants.html' title='Toe jobs, knee lifts &amp; chest implants... what&apos;s Hollywood on?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-8573100231117123794</id><published>2007-06-13T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:33:12.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie factory salford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc move to manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc'/><title type='text'>Busy BBC comes to Manchester</title><content type='html'>Hey Busy Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? It's a bit late in the day, but I thought I'd share some Busy goings on in Manchester today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I'd usually go to, but I popped on down to The Pie Factory in Salford this evening. No Busy Girls, I've not got a sudden penchant for a steak and kidney - The Pie Factory is the name of the media centre where the BBC have been doing some of their filming from, in the wake of their move ooop North. I was invited there with a few Manchester media peeps to hear the formal news that the BBC have finally signed their agreement to come up and live in Salford, in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you Busy Girls who have been a little too busy to listen to the news for the last, well, 3 years, the BBC are moving lock stock n barrel to Salford once their premises (Media City) are completed by 2011. It's going to have a massive impact on Manchester and Salford in terms of investment and I reckon will put the place firmly on the map - a massive, massive thing for Manchester (and it looks like it's going to be really fabulous - like a little city in a city).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm stood at this event, listening to the Director General of the BBC talking about the economic status, blah blah &amp;amp; all I could think was "I wonder what the Londoners are going to make of Manchester?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a native of the Northern Quarter of the UK - i.e. being more of a Suvvener, I reckon it's going to be a bit of a shock to the system for the BBC. I mean, when I moved here, I couldn't actually get over the place - well, I'm still not over it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing for me, and one of the reasons I could never go back to London, is Manchester is so much more accessible -you can actually drive to your friends' houses, rather than having to sit on a tube for 2 hours to go 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it's much easier to be Busy and Happy in Manchester than it is in London. If I were to stand in front of the BBC and give them a little pep talk about their move, I think I'd gently tell them that nowhere else can you get to the sea in an hour, choose from a range of major airports, go to the beautiful Lakes within a couple of hours, shop and eat and be entertained by such fantastic quality and diverse restaurants (that you don't need to book weeks in advance for) oh, and drive home 20 miles within half an hour... do you think the BBC would buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some it will be too slow and too suburban. But hey ho, if everyone liked the same thing, we'd all be living in the same house, on the same road in the same city... dinner would be interesting in that house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it, Busy Girls, I've had enough for one night, it's off for a white tea with blackcurrant for me (I'd rather have a glass of wine but I'm trying to be good :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Eva x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Promise I'll get that neck ache article to you soon - I think my massage is wearing off, the old back's playing up again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-8573100231117123794?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/8573100231117123794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=8573100231117123794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8573100231117123794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/8573100231117123794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-bbc-comes-to-manchester.html' title='Busy BBC comes to Manchester'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5978478518877010928</id><published>2007-06-11T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:05:41.211Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sore neck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dairy free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'>massages, climbing &amp; dairy free - what's going on?</title><content type='html'>Hello my Busy Friends. Well, it's been a hot one again this weekend and so I'm finally beginning to look a little more human (i.e. less like a Smurf, and more off white than pale as a pasty).&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lovely week to be fair. Apart from my massage. Oh dear Lord. I'm sorry, but I thought that massages were supposed to be relaxing? You know, therapeutic, gentle and calming... not this one. Not, that it was the fault of the masseur, in fact I can't fault her - she was absolutely fantastic. No, you see the thing is - my back and neck is in a terrible state. So, when she got hold of me and started to pummel, well I felt sick. But, I know she was doing me some good - she said that I needed a few sessions to sort my back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for gentle massages anyway to be fair, and I prefer to know that I'm actually getting somewhere with these things, so if you need to be de-knotted, have a chat with Emma at &lt;a href="http://www.naturalpractices.co.uk"&gt;Natural Practices&lt;/a&gt;, based in Wilmslow - she definitely knows what she's doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason my neck is in such a bad way is because of how I sit at work. I know I do this - I really slump in my chair - sort of humped back style (nice). I don't realise I'm doing it until I can feel a pain running down my neck. Do you ever get that or is it just me? I actually thought I'd seek the help of our resident back &amp; neck health expert Fran this week to see what I could do about it. Fran is working on some advice for us as we speak - I'll post the info as soon as she's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to do some exercise to see if it limbered me up a bit. After a good session on the rock climbing wall on Sunday, with my mate (Busy Girl About Town) Sam, I felt quite a bit better (although today my biceps feel like they're been pummelled by Tyson in a fit of rage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that, today has got off to a good start. I feel a little fitter and a little healthier. I decided to try to cut dairy last week - erm... nearly impossible! Until I realised that dairy means cows only - and that you can eat goats milk, goats &amp;amp; sheeps cheese, goats yoghurt, goats butter, soya milk and Alpro (am going to turn into goat soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! Sorry for being dim, but I hadn't put two and two togetherand realised I was just avoiding the cow thing. The reason for this ration is that I tend to get a bit sniffy (like every day, even when there's no cold in sight) so apparently cutting dairy can reduce mucus (hate that word) in your system - worth a go, surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off cause I'm going on a bit now. Hope you have a fantabulous week and enjoy your busy bulletins which are going out this week. Have a good one and if you want to send me a message, please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="Eva" src="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/images/pods/Evax.jpg" width="80" longdesc="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/images/pods/evax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5978478518877010928?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5978478518877010928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5978478518877010928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5978478518877010928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5978478518877010928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/06/massages-rock-climbing-dairy-free-whats.html' title='massages, climbing &amp; dairy free - what&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-7437999832006997140</id><published>2007-06-09T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:31:33.303Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun shining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy girl'/><title type='text'>Sun's out - Busy's off...</title><content type='html'>Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot is not the word - this is totally amazing for a Manchester summer. Ok, so it's not consistent but by God is it good when the sun's out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only probelm is, I can't seem to motivate myself to do anything when the weather's like this, just sit &amp; fry. According to GMTV we should stay indoors between 11am and 3pm, when the sun's the strongest - are you having a laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Busy Girls antics have been halted for an afternoon - doesn't stop the bits of guilt from edging in - although I'm much less harsh to myself now I've learnt to handle my guilt a bit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you Busy Girls are having a wonderful time in the sun. If it's not out where you are, then why not have a quite peek around &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;/a&gt;and see if you can find some solace from our Expert friends' advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow for the blog of the week... better get some energy to my fingers at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva x&lt;br /&gt;Busy Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/busy" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.4em; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=busy" /&gt;busy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-7437999832006997140?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/7437999832006997140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=7437999832006997140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7437999832006997140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/7437999832006997140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/06/suns-out-busys-off.html' title='Sun&apos;s out - Busy&apos;s off...'/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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-1924562700713023229.post-5671722816546443124</id><published>2007-06-08T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:24:58.300Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridding guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Youniverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a busy girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi...&lt;a id="25thmarch" name="25thmarch"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Eva and I'm writing a blog on behalf of &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt; - have a look, see what you think... I live in Manchester (UK) with himself (my ever patient boyf) and the dog. We have a relatively ridiculous life, in the sense that we never stop (both of us) running around like headless chickens - we're sooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess in that sense I'm definitely qualified to be a busy girl blogger. And I like writing (well, I love talking and writing's just another way of getting my word quota out there!) and I love speaking my mind and I also feel that blogging is a bit like therapy really - isn't it? Like, you write and get it all out of your head and then things somehow feel less stressful. Maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have read my blog before on &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk"&gt;The Busy Girls Guide&lt;/a&gt; you may be wondering whether the group hypnotherapy I had is still working... To find out, I kind of have to think about it, 'have I been calmer? more confident? how do I feel today?' Yes, I guess that it is still working. Quite amazing really. Even my mum has decided that she wants to go now, as she thinks there's been a good change in me (for those of you that didn't read about it - I went for group hypnotherapy - my account of it's here &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/busy_blog.asp"&gt;My Busy Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I was doing my usual soul-searching, at about 10.30pm when I should have been thinking of sleep, not my Youniverse! I was beating myself up a bit about an old friend of mine whose wedding I didn't go to a year ago. Basically, she was a really good friend from school and one of the first to get married of a big group of us. She sent me the invitation and I was delighted to have been invited along, but then a couple of days before, I felt really tired. You know when you can't wait for the weekend to come round and you're just really looking forward to doing nothing for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was really looking forward to a two day break at home when I suddenly realised that I had a wedding to go to, like 400 miles away, by car. I couldn't get the thought out of my head that I didn't want to go. Anyway, long story short, I didn't go. I called and apologied, but I felt really relieved, which is bad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm telling you this, is because I think us girls are really bad at storing guilt. We seem to be able to hold onto the guilt from things that we did or didn't do in the past for ages. Like an ex-boyfriend whose heart I know I broke. I still feel really awful sometimes now, even though I have no feelings for him, and know that I did the right thing not being with him. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to have a broken heart, and the Guilt (there it is again) at having done it myself has remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel I need to do something about this guilt thing - maybe it's something you can sort yourself, well, it definitely is, but I asked the experts at The Busy Girls Guide to help me out. See what they advised me to do &lt;a href="http://www.busygirlsguide.co.uk/article.asp?id=70"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week and enjoy your weekend - next week - did I rid my guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS_ I'm blogging here and on the guide now, but they're the same from now on, so take your pick Busy Girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1924562700713023229-5671722816546443124?l=busygirlsguide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/feeds/5671722816546443124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1924562700713023229&amp;postID=5671722816546443124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5671722816546443124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924562700713023229/posts/default/5671722816546443124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busygirlsguide.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397923386116618263</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>
