<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770</id><updated>2008-06-17T21:29:50.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Cunio - New Beginnings</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-116205165053034113</id><published>2006-07-29T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:30:42.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Silverstone</title><summary type='text'>Huge weekend seeing David for the first time in months. As usual David was all over me and we had a great time with his grandma and grandad too! I think we both want time just to be together though to chill and enjoy the time passing - slowly! :)



One David took of me :)




"Love wasn't put in your heart to stay, love isn't love until you give it away"

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/07/silverstone.html' title='Silverstone'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=116205165053034113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/116205165053034113'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/116205165053034113'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-115291123226522305</id><published>2006-07-14T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:31:25.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Separated at Birth?? Steve and the Flirtomatic Vixen..</title><summary type='text'>An uncanny resemblance, I'm sure you'll agree lol! ;)

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/07/separated-at-birth-steve-and.html' title='Separated at Birth?? Steve and the Flirtomatic Vixen..'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=115291123226522305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/115291123226522305'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/115291123226522305'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-115040951326355088</id><published>2006-06-15T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:11:53.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For David - 09 06 06 - Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own -U2</title><summary type='text'>Lyrics - Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own - U2

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/06/for-david-09-06-06-sometimes-you-cant.html' title='For David - 09 06 06 - Sometimes You Can&apos;t Make It On Your Own -U2'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=115040951326355088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/115040951326355088'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/115040951326355088'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114946455598649040</id><published>2006-06-05T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:19:52.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Week</title><summary type='text'>Had a great week!

Gave Blood

Gave Blood on Thursday and the was chatting to nurse Catherine about The Smiths. Her colleague came over and joined in mentioning where her son works. It only turns out he works with Aaron, who me and Rachel France met randomly when out a few weeks ago. Which is when I did my rendition of Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics -- and people got up and danced!! Small world.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/06/fantastic-week.html' title='Fantastic Week'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114946455598649040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114946455598649040'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114946455598649040'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114885189542583520</id><published>2006-05-28T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:44:02.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Poem</title><summary type='text'>[written by someone else]

Daddy's Poem :  

Her hair was up in a pony tail, 
her favorite dress tied with a bow. 
Today was Daddy's Day at school, 
and she couldn't wait to go. 
But her mommy tried to tell her, 
that she probably should stay home. 
Why the kids might not understand, 
if she went to school alone. 

But she was not afraid; 
she knew just what to say. 
What to tell her classmates 
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/05/daddys-poem.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Poem'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114885189542583520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114885189542583520'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114885189542583520'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114712373449835262</id><published>2006-05-08T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:33:02.736Z</updated><title type='text'>BookCrossing.com - referrer stevecunio ;)</title><summary type='text'>
Have today joined http://www.bookcrossing.com/

You can see my lovely profile at http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/stevecunio

I'll be adding more books, if you want to make any requests, I will post otherwise they will be left for anyone to find, read, and comment on!

If you join up too, mention me stevecunio as referrer and add me as a friend :)

Easy! :D

Psst.. pass it on!


"For the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/05/bookcrossingcom-referrer-stevecunio.html' title='BookCrossing.com - referrer stevecunio ;)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114712373449835262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114712373449835262'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114712373449835262'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114608433352909426</id><published>2006-04-26T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:45:33.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you defeat the Steve-Bot?</title><summary type='text'>Steve is a Robot that is Painted in Camouflage Colours, Flips itself Over and Over to Move, is Powered by Angry Bees, is fitted with Rotating Blades, and has a Red Light that Flashes from Side to Side.Force: 4 Handling: 5 Weaponry: 2To see if your Battle Robot candefeat Steve, enter your name and choose an attack: fights Steve using  Force Handling Weaponry</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/can-you-defeat-steve-bot.html' title='Can you defeat the Steve-Bot?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114608433352909426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114608433352909426'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114608433352909426'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114700806465218269</id><published>2006-04-22T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:34:20.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Bench Building in Kersal Dale</title><summary type='text'>Great morning out building benches in Kersal Dale.  We actually managed to get a couple done this time.

It was tough going as the soil was completely meshed with roots from the trees and we had to get through an old stone wall that was a couple of foot down too!

We all managed it though and had a nice cup of tea for our break!

Here's us with one of the benches completed!



"A contented mind </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/bench-building-in-kersal-dale.html' title='Bench Building in Kersal Dale'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114700806465218269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114700806465218269'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114700806465218269'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114538801054971043</id><published>2006-04-18T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:35:08.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Guitar hero!</title><summary type='text'>
Soon to be guitar hero, Steve Cunio, practices some newly learnt scales and chords..  oh yes, I can now play:

Hurt - Johnny Cash (written by Trent Reznor - NIN!)
Should I Stay, or Should I Go? - The Clash
Various classical pieces!

I also invented a wheel that is extremely useful for learning music and I will put it on my website in due course... I'll be creating a Guitar page!

Take it easy.
:</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar hero!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114538801054971043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114538801054971043'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114538801054971043'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114564095417216368</id><published>2006-04-16T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:35:55.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Baby Annais</title><summary type='text'>Went out to a 40s do at The Printworks to see my friends. Mark, Mandy, Cat, Carol, Emilie and Keith were all there! So was Emilie and Keith's new baby -- she is sooo gorgeous. I was completely in my element and just couldn't put her down, or stop smiling!


Emilie was glad for the break and Annais stayed asleep in my arms for at least an hour whilst I chatted to another lovely mum, Louise, next </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/me-baby-annais.html' title='Me &amp; Baby Annais'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114564095417216368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114564095417216368'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114564095417216368'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114460163290249360</id><published>2006-04-09T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:53:52.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><summary type='text'> Last night you came to me,  Appearing like a vision,  Your eyes full of passion,  Your heart equally so.   Your hair, long and dark,  Fell around your neck, As pure, white light bathed your face,  And you smiled upon me.   I felt the weight of your   body press down.   As you gathered from the mist,  You wrapped your slender fingers  around my arms,  Informing me  Of your reality.  I felt the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/embrace.html' title='Embrace'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114460163290249360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114460163290249360'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114460163290249360'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114409511577730618</id><published>2006-04-03T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:14:02.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposing the Corruption in the Family Courts</title><summary type='text'>This is the book everyone should read who values their born, and yet to be born, children and grandchildren. As true over here as it is over there.
EXPOSING THE CORRUPTION IN THE MASSACHUSETTS FAMILY COURTS  (http://www.lulu.com/content/198514)
by Kevin ThompsonI (Kevin Thompson) am just one of the thousands of fathers who have been victimized by the system of organized crime in the Massachusetts</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/04/exposing-corruption-in-family-courts.html' title='Exposing the Corruption in the Family Courts'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114409511577730618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114409511577730618'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114409511577730618'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114383687409114540</id><published>2006-03-31T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:27:54.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not work with Children? Letter in McKenzie Friend Issue 69</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I seem to be getting around! I was just casually reading through Families Need Fathers magazine (which has become a much more rounded publication) and started reading something that sounded very familiar... sure enough it was yours truly!! Here's the article...

Why not work with children?

For several years now I have worked with Children. I have always loved children and they have always </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/03/why-not-work-with-children-letter-in.html' title='Why not work with Children? Letter in McKenzie Friend Issue 69'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114383687409114540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114383687409114540'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114383687409114540'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114347117435387547</id><published>2006-03-25T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:36:52.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Steve Son of Borg</title><summary type='text'>Not The Borg but Bjorn Borg lol!

Went to Nina's 80s themed Fancy Dress birthday party. It was only when Louise rang up 2 hours before I was due to go that I came up with the idea... rattling through all the people that others have thought I looked like over the years!



There were actually some Swedes at the party too asking me to do the accent, which, if they hadn't been there I would have </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/03/steve-son-of-borg.html' title='Steve Son of Borg'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114347117435387547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114347117435387547'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114347117435387547'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114278179060134510</id><published>2006-03-19T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:23:10.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Bench Building IN Salford</title><summary type='text'>Spent a GREAT morning bench building down on Kersal Dale with Jo and the Rangers! :)

Got up, went out and just turned up.  My mobile's no longer working as my phone got trashed and I cannot afford a new one -- totally broke at the moment.. if you've an old one I can have let me know!

Jo was really nice and the rest of the Team were on top joking form.. one guy reminded me of my grandad the way </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/03/bench-building-in-salford.html' title='Bench Building IN Salford'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114278179060134510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114278179060134510'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114278179060134510'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114340822297264280</id><published>2006-03-17T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:37:47.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Limo ride!</title><summary type='text'>Oh, what a night!

I escorted Jinny on her birthday bash, riding in a fantastic Limo around Manchester! It felt great... I rejoiced, "At last I have what I deserve!".




Watched some great comics and danced the night away, all suited and booted.

The champers flowed and everyone had a great time, including Jinny!


"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven."</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/03/limo-ride.html' title='Limo ride!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114340822297264280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114340822297264280'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114340822297264280'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-114063498226321574</id><published>2006-02-20T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:03:02.276Z</updated><title type='text'>The Health Shop</title><summary type='text'>A few nights ago I had a dream that there was a street of shops that sold all organic produce and where there were lovely people helping each other and offering alternative therapy services... in Swinton!

Bizarrely, 2 days later a flyer was posted through the door for a Health Shop that was in exactly the same place as I had dreamt!

I went down with my mum and although a lot smaller than </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/02/health-shop.html' title='The Health Shop'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=114063498226321574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114063498226321574'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/114063498226321574'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113673918761724946</id><published>2006-01-08T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:39:37.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Time travel into Christopher Eccleston!</title><summary type='text'>It was so weird!! Me and my sister Claire had gone for a walk in Worsley and we came across a motorway bridge and past it was a stone bridge with woods beyond... To me it looked like the gateway into another world and that's exactly what I said.. messing about! I actually took a photo of it too..



I said "Come on! Link my arm and we'll run through together!". We did so and made appropriate </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2006/01/time-travel-into-christopher-eccleston.html' title='Time travel into Christopher Eccleston!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113673918761724946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113673918761724946'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113673918761724946'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113597585789119889</id><published>2005-12-30T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:50:57.893Z</updated><title type='text'>New diary, new year, new outlook</title><summary type='text'>Well I've got a new small diary for christmas so I'm going to use it to record my progress with things! :)

At the moment that includes my guitar, my yoga, my abs training lol (to help my back) and my singing exercises - I will be a rock star lol!

In the front I've written the following words: 2006 Progress, Enlightenment, Love, Respect, Regard, Meaning, Whole / One.

Have a good 2006!


"I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/12/new-diary-new-year-new-outlook.html' title='New diary, new year, new outlook'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113597585789119889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113597585789119889'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113597585789119889'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113597541955119715</id><published>2005-12-26T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:43:39.560Z</updated><title type='text'>David on Boxing Day</title><summary type='text'>Finally saw David on boxing day and it was wonderful!  The first thing he wanted to do was go for a drive in my car, albeit a courtesy car at the moment!  We drove up to the roundabout and back and it felt like old times. :)

Throughtout the day he was all over me, sitting on me, by me, with me... wrestling me at every opportunity and playing catch "just like buzz and zurg" lol.

He loved his </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/12/david-on-boxing-day.html' title='David on Boxing Day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113597541955119715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113597541955119715'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113597541955119715'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113519632152749727</id><published>2005-12-21T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:07:44.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Chantal - a child abused, now an adult with no voice</title><summary type='text'>I received the mail below via my website http://www.stevencunio.com/

It's horrible that even as a child and now a grown up Chantal''s story is left unheard. At the last hearing the Truth became lies and lies became the Truth - the same story the world over. There are many, many more of stories like these, worse even but the secrecy that surround Family Courts, supposedly to protect the child </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/12/chantal-child-abused-now-adult-with-no.html' title='Chantal - a child abused, now an adult with no voice'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113519632152749727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113519632152749727'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113519632152749727'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113433430074218725</id><published>2005-12-11T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:41:28.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Feminist4Fathers: Santas Storm London - photos</title><summary type='text'>Here's the Fathers-4-Justice xmas demo photos from Teri

http://feminist4fathers.blogspot.com/2005/12/santas-storm-london-photos.html

Beware they show you things other don't want you to see - women supporting their sons, partners and brothers!


"The only real failure in life is giving up."

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/12/feminist4fathers-santas-storm-london.html' title='Feminist4Fathers: Santas Storm London - photos'/><link rel='related' href='http://feminist4fathers.blogspot.com/2005/12/santas-storm-london-photos.html' title='Feminist4Fathers: Santas Storm London - photos'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113433430074218725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113433430074218725'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113433430074218725'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113369953290546910</id><published>2005-12-01T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:33:27.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Sign Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Had my first sign conversation with the tutor Michael McDonald today! :D We were being filmed as well.. I nearly stormed out to my trailer when I realised there was no make-up! ;)

It was a short conversation about holidays, family etc.

Friends helped me catch up with some of the lessons I missed right at the start -- I joined the class late but am making good progress! :)


"Those who give - </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/12/sign-conversation.html' title='Sign Conversation'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113369953290546910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369953290546910'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369953290546910'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113369933608223332</id><published>2005-11-29T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:35:01.726Z</updated><title type='text'>All stretched out at Yoga</title><summary type='text'>I really needed to get to yoga this week. I suffered migraines the two weeks previously but still managed to do some at home with Geri Halliwell! lol

We did some new postures with Sheila and got really stretched out. My back has been really sore between my shoulder blades so it was great to feel that working itself out. They were all sitting up postures and stretching forwards, holding your toes</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/11/all-stretched-out-at-yoga.html' title='All stretched out at Yoga'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113369933608223332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369933608223332'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369933608223332'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17072770.post-113369859959498017</id><published>2005-11-28T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:16:39.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Steve at Kids United!</title><summary type='text'>Had another fun time at Kids United! Ran a program for them to make cards on the computer :) Rebecca made Jessica a birthday card!

Roisin and Lauren were very giddy and started messing with my hair being "the best hairdressers in the world!" which basically meant making Steve's hair as BIG a mess as possible!!! lol :D

My hair is pretty long now as I'm not cutting it until I see David again. </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/2005/11/ballerina-steve-at-kids-united.html' title='Ballerina Steve at Kids United!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17072770&amp;postID=113369859959498017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevencunio.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369859959498017'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17072770/posts/default/113369859959498017'/><author><name>Steve Cunio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05267160304291574117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>