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I've been told that mine tastes like melted ice-cream. I asked to try my mum's, when she was breastfeeding my little sister and I remember liking it too. It tasted heaps better than our goat's milk and maybe even more palatable than our cow's. My older child loved it when she tried mine, when I was breastfeeding our youngest. I also breastfed a friend's child once, when she was ill and the baby didn't seem to notice the difference. I remember she gave me a funny look, just before she latched on, but she didn't fuss at all. It was the most natural thing in the world to do.

I tried posting this one a while ago, but I think Choggie was the only one who voted for it. I love this song and her version of it. Pity it's been removed.

I wonder if these ladies subscribe to the belief that Jesus actually lived in India for about a decade, learning meditation and other esoteric practices from Buddhist and Hindu gurus? Maybe not?

I most certainly would have been burned at the stake, had I lived at that time. I treat my family with herbs, before I rush them off to the doctor. I have helped other women give birth at home. I have had an abortion and practise birth control. What's interesting to me, living in modern times, is that even though I will not be burned at the stake for doing these things, if I was a devout catholic, I would still be considered a sinner and as a herbalist, I sometimes suffer the derision of people who do not see herbs as valid medicine. I don't think we are so far away from those times, after all.

Little-known, unless you're from Brisbane! Yeah for Brizbands!

Great message. This band looks like fun to be in.

Where'd ya get the Drizabone?

They are definitely intimidating spiders, even though they're harmless. Aside from being as big as your hand, they are extremely fast and when cornered, will lightening-speed jump great distances to evade capture.

When I was a kid, we put one in a jar with a venomous red back spider and took bets on which would win. The huntsman immediately pounced on the red back and killed it instantly. We were all in awe, because we were all afraid of red backs, hearing stories of kids who'd been hospitalised for bites. The huntsman became our hero!

The Work, by Byron Katie, is based on a similar idea: if we could entertain the notion that for every conviction that we may have about someone or something, that the opposite is also true, we are a step toward healing ourselves of all the judgements that cause us pain.

Maybe Reba McIntyre loves Bulgogi? The ingredients are a little different, but Japanese do a version of it, called yaki niku. The meat needs to be paper-thin. Save your fingers and get some from a Korean butcher.

But what does a pooter look like?

I don't think the audience could be called immature for their response. The whole talk was designed to titillate, as well as inform. Ms. Roach was laughing quite a bit herself and I love nothing better than a lecturer who really enjoys her subject.

Quite a performance!

Photoshop, perhaps?