tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669925287523977622012-02-16T07:46:10.806-08:00Welcome to the Blog of all Ages.Emily Jeffcotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12033898576842774837noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566992528752397762.post-39131342351572917702010-03-01T04:03:00.000-08:002010-03-01T04:58:27.891-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXs1K1kEFAA/S4uzCKuIevI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2M9KfIB3jR8/s1600-h/Copy+of+01-03-10_2059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXs1K1kEFAA/S4uzCKuIevI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2M9KfIB3jR8/s320/Copy+of+01-03-10_2059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443641424426334962" border="0" /></a><br /></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;name&quot;}" style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Spend a day with my sister <span style="font-weight: bold;">I dare you</span>. I spent 3 hours with her and I think my head is caving in.</span></span></h3><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't get me wrong I lov</span><span style="font-size:85%;">e the girl to bits but I'm not sure the word eccentric quite covers it. She waltzed into my room in her Chef getup (left) and poked me in the face with a whisk till I played a game with her. The game resulted in me being blindfolded and shotting various liquids, one being Soy sauce mixed with Mayo and Ham. Never again will I play Chef.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />She asked if she could come to lunch with me and a friend and. BAD IDEA. She spent all her money on a Phrase book then decided a coke was in order and I was buying. All up I bought her new school tights, a jam donut, face wash, coke, the above mentioned whisk, no dose and</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> coffee.<br /><br />The coffee and No dose mean she can't sleep. So she is dancing in tto wear herself out. Honestly I cannot bear to here Ravenous by HIM one more time. You really can't choose your relatives.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566992528752397762-3913134235157291770?l=pleaseinserturl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emily Jeffcotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12033898576842774837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566992528752397762.post-30264306124817393082010-02-27T13:51:00.000-08:002010-02-27T13:54:37.573-08:00"Today despite the hangover I'm gonna get motivated and sit in the sunny park and read my book, clean the house and find a job." Ahh how ideas always seem great when your still in bed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566992528752397762-3026430612481739308?l=pleaseinserturl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emily Jeffcotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12033898576842774837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566992528752397762.post-6243613288045766462010-02-27T13:23:00.000-08:002010-02-27T13:31:12.592-08:00It's Sunday morning and I hurt. Why did I drink so much?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566992528752397762-624361328804576646?l=pleaseinserturl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emily Jeffcotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12033898576842774837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566992528752397762.post-84152571131027134832010-02-26T05:05:00.000-08:002010-02-26T05:59:47.595-08:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn174/pe-detal/IMG_8228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn174/pe-detal/IMG_8228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><i>Hello, my name is Emily. Whats your name? Hey, nimeni on Emily. Mika sinun nemesi on?</i><br /></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><i>Lord knows why I </i><i>crudely </i><i>translated my greeting into Finnish but, for all those fluent in the language; Heeelllo again (Winks).</i><br /><br /><i>Still here? Errm, have some word vomit to much on:</i><br /><i>- As you already know my name is Emily.</i><br /><i>- I'm changing that name as of May 30th (suggestions?)</i><br /><i>- I was once known as Pe-Detal.</i><br /><i>- I'm currently un-employed, not in any studies and plainly usless as a soggy water cracker.</i><br /><i>- I had a best frind called Tiinie once. A polar bear ate her.</i><br /><i>- Tiinie was fictional. Awesome but, fictional none the less.</i><br /><i>- My family forgot how old my little sister is. She tells us shes 16.</i><br /><i>- Her name is Boy and she's quite a funny man.</i><br /><i>- Mother figure is my Mum and Father figure is my Dad (complex I know).</i><br /><i>- I have run out of things about myself. (Note: Brain and I must have staff meeting)</i><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566992528752397762-8415257113102713483?l=pleaseinserturl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emily Jeffcotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12033898576842774837noreply@blogger.com0