Sigh...

CAME to work this morning...well rested, good mood, the boss however, was not in a good mood. Maybe he had cheese dreams last night...I don't know.

I do know that I should have stayed home. My mind reading is a little rusty and I am in need of it today. But this too shall pass....

Listening Devices

Scroll down the Cinemascope link and take a look at Madame Tutli-Putli and Even Pigeons go to Heaven.

They are really good.

Extra, Extra...

I got a little note from Wilma the other day telling me to give "Extras" (a t.v. show on the Comedy Network) a try......I did.

"Hey Mikey, she likes it!!"

Just Breathe..

I got up six minutes after my alarm went off this morning. I had a shower. I got ready for work. I had breakfast. I then decided to push the little car starter button on my key chain to start the car.

I put on my scarf, and coat and gloves and trudged down the stairs and out the door I went....right into -30C degree weather. There is a catch. Not only is it -30 out but the wind chill is a startling -53C!!! What the hell?

I wanna go to LA!!!!!! Wahhhh.....

Raffy

Well he did it again.

Mom called and called and called for him to come for his dinner. No Raff. So she left him. It is chore time now, so she picks up her chore jeans and hears a pitiful meow....in her jeans!

Raff is in the leg of her pants...the bottom of her pants....he is stuck.....wedged. Get the scissors...we gotta cut Raff outta these jeans!

Crazy cat!

Where are they??

I have been trying now ...well actually since I started this blogging thing, to read other blogs out there. The only ones I have been able to read are linked to other people. Like Wilma has some links on hers, which is linked to QoH, who is linked to...??? and so on.

My situation is this.

When I try to "surf" other blogs...you know, the little button that says "next blog" on the left hand corner? Well, when I hit that button I either get blogs in German, Chinese, French, Spanish or advertisements. I can never get them in English. OR, when I do get English blogs they are of people renovating their houses or pregnant women taking pictures of their stomach as weeks pass by. I don't care about your house renovation and I certainly don't want to see some chics stomach get bigger!!! YUK!

What am I doing wrong?

Top 6

Well, I was pleasantly surprised last night! I was able to have a double dose of Chuck!

Now, I have the t.v. on at all times. Most of the time I am doing things and listening to it, not really watching it. I am getting really tired of the reality t.v.shows!!! Seriously!!! I was so enthralled with Survivor but now I can take it or leave it!

Right now, at this very moment I LOVE these shows, and let me tell you the world stops for me when they are on! I don't answer the telephone, I don't talk to anyone, I just don't!
1). Paranormal State - ghost, demons, orbs...WOW
2). Chuck - its funny, and refreshing. The characters are quirky. To me it runs along the lines of The 40 Year Old Virgin, but with a twist.
3). Pushing Daisies - It is an odd t.v. show with the narration of the likes of The Wonder Years.
4). The ORIGINAL LAW & ORDER - nothing beats it! Nothing.
5). Without a Trace - I really like Anthony LaPaglia.
6). Cold Case - It always chokes me up in the end PLUS I saw the set in LA!!
Honourable Mention goes to Back to You - Just cuz I attended the pilot in LA! Plus there are some pretty good zinger come-backs.

Those are the shows as of late that make my day complete.

Sleepless in the Border Town

Today, I look like I have been beaten within an inch of my life. Three days now I have not been able to sleep. This morning I woke up at 4:45am. Yesterday it was 6:16am, the morning before that it was 5:36am. All three nights, I just got up and then stayed up. Why??

Well, since I have started this diet with the you-know-whos, I have been exercising every day, by swimming, cardio, or walking. I don't eat anything after 7pm and I have been drinking 6-8 glasses of water a day. I think this sleepless thing may have something to do with my regiment.

I am not a pill popper by any means, but I finally succumbed to taking a sleeping pill. I am always a little apprehensive about taking drugs, but three sleepless nights in a row.....yowzers...

This morning....I feel good. Let the day be full of good karma!

Wish me luck for tonight!

All bets...ON!

Well, yesterday I weighed in with the rest of the pack. I think for the being the heaviest of the three, I am doing pretty good. With this, I had to buy a scale. I have never owned a scale til now and quite frankly, I think I am starting to become obsessed with it! I just HAVE to step on it. I guess it is because I am losing weight and I am kinda pumped about that. Heaven help me when I fall!!

Anyway I have lost a whopping 3.4 pounds this week. I'm ok with that but I realize that is gonna slow down once I get this flab off of me!!

Flab...blech...

Shocked...sad...

I am sitting listening to the t.v. (Larry King Live) and just shocked and terribly saddened by the passing of Heath Ledger. I can not believe my ears.

I actually shed a tear. My heart goes out to his loved ones. I am not sure why I am so affected by this. I mean, I didn't know the man. I guess it is circumstances.

I do believe in the good Lord above and maybe He had a plan for Mr. Ledger.

The Adventures of Raff

While I live in the Border City in an rented one bedroom apartment, my kids are being looked after by my mom. I have an Australian Shepherd and her name is Effie. I also have an Iguana - Juanita and I am taking, when I move to Wallyburg, two cats..Riff and Raff.

Riff and Raff are 6 month old gangly, gawky black-as-midnight kittens, and VERY funny!

Raffy is our little Linus. He will go into the bathroom and pull down a towel and drag it in his mouth all over the house! He will grab the duster and do the same. Hence this picture we took of him.....he is a very busy little cat as you can see!

We are rescuers my mom and I. Most of the animals on the farm are drop-offs and we love them all. Riff and Raff were rescued after their mama was hit on the road. They seem to be well adjusted!! Haha!!

Ahh... the farm life. I love it! What would I do without my animals....they all have their own personalities.

Little souls that live with us.

I'm hungry.....

what the....?

The weekend was good. I did lots. I exercised, ate right and started to do some thinking! It must have been the lack of food, or oxygen, or something.... that I decided to do this....

I have been thinking for a LONG time now that I should write a book of sorts on my "adventures" of being married to the RCMP....after I divorced I realized that it WAS the RCMP I was married to, not my ex!

I started to write and decided to call my mother and tell her what I was doing and to read the first page to her. Right away, she starts...well you can't do that!

Why not?

My mother...the do-gooder! Heaven forbid I should do something not right! I was brought up better than that!!! I can just hear her...no wait....I did hear her!!

Well for starters I would be disrespecting the RCMP and the people involved....no, not really.... I never said that I would use their real names, just the places that I was stationed at and the "adventures" that I was involved in.

Why can't I do this?

I NEVER got a thank you, kiss my ass, a go to hell, or anything from "them" while I was helping my "ex" climb the ranks or giving moral support for him and others! Once I got a divorce from him, I have had phone calls from spouses telling me what an awful person I was for "deserting my husband", I have lost close friends who are in the RCMP because it is such a "tight circle" they can't associate with me. I always called them the "good mafia" because everybody watches out for everybody until you are "out", then you are "dead" to them. Done. Final.

It is crazy!

I don't know if there are other "ex's" from the RCMP out there in cyber space who have experienced this but I know what I have gone through and it was scarring. I know I am a good person, I know that things happen and people grow apart or abuse is involved or whatever and they have a voice. Why can't I? Why do I have to "keep the peace?" No pun intended!!

I am tired of it.

I still mourn the loss of some people who I had known for 15+ years. People that I loved as friends. It is sad really....

I guess that is why I am writing all of these "adventures" down on paper. We (the spouses), were all held hostage for an night, we had the calls from telecoms calling them out for stabbings, rapes, beatings and more, we were there when their buddies were shot while on duty...we were there to see how affected they were by these incidents.

That is why I am doing it...I guess to let people know that it is not just the ones on duty who are affected by the goings on in the RCMP. It is all of us.

ok...I'm done. I save the rest for the book.

The weight..no, wait!

Today has been 3 days since we started "the stand-off diet".

How can ANYBODY have a muffin and a yogurt for dinner!! The way my body works is that it loves carbs!! So I eat more protein than carbs. For breakfast I had two eggs. That's it. Thats all protein baby! I thought that I should have some carbs so I brought for dinner a muffin and a yogurt....what was I thinking!!

I just came back from Quizznos with a flatbread pizza....

Bad Fairy Mae!!

One for me!

As I mentioned in a previous blog about getting no respect...well, I did something and am very proud of myself! I stayed calm. Showed no emotion. Talked in a calm voice and walked away. No confrontation!

The other day was Legs' birthday and I must mention he too was one I was getting no respect from, so I snapped!

As I was saying the other night was Legs' birthday. I was nicely home from work when he walked thru the door. I wished him happy birthday and asked him if he wanted to go out for supper then a movie. He mentioned that he was tired but was open to anything....he "didn't care."

Now, I have to interject here and say that he wishes that I wouldn't take things to heart so much and to try not to let things get to me.....that I shouldn't "care" so much. Something so typical of him to say....so I called him on it. (I have since decided to try a "not give a shit" attitude.) I casually mentioned that I didn't care...afterall, it wasn't MY birthday.

Legs looked at me funny and asked me what was wrong. I just patted him on the shoulder and told him to be careful what he wishes for, he may just get it.

That was two days ago.


Last night he called me on the cell and told me he was going to have a drink or two with a friend he had not seen in a longtime. He would be home for supper but it would be later. I was thankful for the call and told him I would see him later and don't be late. To me, late is 9:30 if you start drinking at 5:30 and it's a work night. Call me old fashioned....

At 7pm Stifler's Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go play pool with her and some of her co-workers. It's 7pm. Supper is cold. I have not heard from Legs and I am not gonna call him to tell him where I was going but rather, leave a note. I got home at 9pm and there was still no sign of Legs. He could have called earlier, like 7pm and let me know that he was enjoying himself and that he was truly going to be late and not to wait with supper and..... not to worry, or he could have asked if I wanted to join them, afterall, this friend he was seeing was a mutal friend of ours!

To hell with it...I'm going to play pool. To hell with supper! He is on his own!

9:30pm....Legs walks thru the door. I am on the couch. He walks over and sits right next to me. He asks if I am mad. I say no, and continue to look at the t.v. He didn't like that too much. He asked what was wrong and I calmly said.."nothing" and smiled.

I got up and walked into the kitchen and he followed. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and asked again what was wrong. I looked him in the eye and told him..."you got your wish!" Make your own damn supper.

I always think to myself..... You can't change others you can only change your self.

What I am doing may not be the best for me but I think until he sees that by not giving someone who you are supposed to love respect, then why give it back?

Friday night I am planning on going to the bar with a bunch of girlfriends to see a band play who is having their CD debut.

Legs said to me that him and his friend Jesus are looking forward to coming. Now, I have never asked him fo come. He is not a girl! A taste of his own medicine should do the trick. I told him he wasn't invited! I didn't get an invite to his little soiree, what makes him think he can come to mine?

He stood there stupefied....

Ahhh, as the stomach turns.......

Friends

To my friends....

Chopped liver?

What am I?

Why is it that people seem to feel it is their right to give me no respect?

I have arranged my work day to go on a lunch date. I am ready to go, I wait....5 minutes, 10 minutes.... 15 minutes have gone by. I phone and get a voice mail! I am not impressed. I still sit and wait. I don't want to leave the phone in case my "date" calls. This has been happening alot to me lately and its not just the lunch date chic, but it is others. It's family, co-workers, cashiers... I am really getting tired of it. So I will ponder....

Is it because these people are not hooked up to sasktel/telus and can't call you?
Is it because these people are so busy in their life that they can't see a clock and time got away on them?
Is it because these people are enroute and know it is not good to use the phone while driving?
Is it because these people see a brand on my forehead which reads "sucker?"
Is it because these people have done it to me before and I have not put my foot down?
Is it because these people know that it's just Fairy Mae and she'll understand.

I think I will chose the second last and last "ponder" statements. I often wonder what these people would do if I ever did say to them what was really going on in my head.

Like..."listen you stoopid son-of-a-bitch...." blah-blah-blah. I'm sure their jaws would drop!

I guess my point is this: You can only get respect if you give it and if you can' t get the respect from others then to hell with them. They are doing this because they can. I have allowed them to do so. I was brought up to be nice to people, especially your elders! But, I am getting up in age and therefore to some people I am an elder...so what gives?! I am gonna take a stand! I am gonna call my "late date" and tell her...she has stood me up for the last time. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Aaaah, we all know it's not gonna happen.....

Ready

Okay Wilma, Bruno....I am ready to start....January 15th...bring it!

I have made a grocery list and have joined a yoga class! I am ready!

Martyr..another rant

A Martyr...one who bears witness of the truth, and suffers death in the cause of Christ.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.....

But apparently that is what I am! I know I am a perfectionist, and I know I like to have things in control and order. I do however, take ownership and responsibility when the chips fall, or when the $h!t hits the fan, I am there to help or bail out if anyone needs it. Not only am I a martyr, but I an also confrontational! ME??! Only when need be...let me tell you!

Whatever...

Ready for the weekend

Well, I am feeling kinda guilty, well actually alot guilty! I have not been out to see my kids in quite some time and I am ready to see them this weekend. I miss them so much. I have been working, well, living at work and now I am just getting over the cold/flu thing that has been hanging over me for a week!

About last night....

So...we had our little soiree last night and by God it was fun! We had a fabulous supper...Lasagna and Caesar Salad with beverages. After supper we had a chinese Christmas gift exchange and I started out with a fantastic bread knife...then down graded to a cute little massaging frog...then had that stolen from me only to end up with an orange cow piggy bank.

We then divided into groups of 3 with about 7 on each team and we then proceeded to play Canadian Trivia...ok I suck! I got two right, neither of them were my questions and both had the answer of Nickelback...need I say more.

Staff Christmas Party con't....

I had a phone call from Stifler's Mom last night. She has just moved here to the big Border City. I told her when she first moved here, don't be too quick to make friends, they will come to you in time. Now, what does she do? She goes and gets herself into a wee bit of trouble. She is working with a girl who has a roommate. HE likes Stifler's Mom. HE bought her two George Strait tickets plus a weekend in Vegas! Stifler's Mom called me last night and was freaking out because she doesn't even know this guy, yet has two tickets and a weekend in Vegas. She said to me..."Fairy Mae help me find a nice man!" Now, you have to understand that the men out here are like 4 to 1. Lots of them, but real creepers! I am not a snob, or at least don't think I am but I have standards. The people that I look for in friendship have to have the following:
1) a JOB! A good job, a steady income. No riggers please!
2) all of their teeth!
3) be able to dress themselves and not live in those blue coveralls
4) have a sense of humour, no assholes please!
5) Clean hair, short preferrably

There are probably a few more stipulations but those are the main ones.

So, I told Stifler's Mom to come with me to the Gala...surely there is a network there!
This really all ties in with the staff party...yes it does! The staff party is made of the people who work with me and people who are on the board (who we answer to.) Some of the board members are, well, different. I am not calling anyone anything, I'm just saying that, well, it's gonna be different. Only wine drinkers here if you will. So, it should be interesting tonight. It should be interesting at the Gala too.
People are people, there are just different classes. I'm not sure where I fit, but I do like to people watch, so interaction with others at the Staff Party and at the Gala will be...interesting! My point...I'm not sure what my point is but this has always stuck with me...my mom told me "tell me who your friends are, and I'll tell you what you are." She also told me when we go to restaurants to "eat your meat, that's what your paying for." Good ol' mom!

Staff Christmas Party

So today is our staff Christmas party. It should be interesting with all the people who are attending....so with that in mind I must write a new blog...

I've had it!

Okay...Once again, I have been sick. Not just a cold but the flu for crying out loud! Three times on the way to Wallyburg we had to pull over! When is it gonna end!! I am tired of being sick all the flippin time. I take vitamins, I take calcium! I have seen the doc for my "shakes!" I am mentally on top of things...well, as close to being sane as I can! When is it gonna stop!!! AARRGGHHH!

Today is Monday... hey Wilama...sorry to hear about Bif. Not good!

Monday, the beginning of the week. The start...the get-up-and-go, I am not really a fan of Mondays...except...Paranormal State is on tonight!! Yay! I had a comment about orbs from the Queen of Halloween. They are curious little spheres. They kinda freak me out a bit. Knowing all these little souls are floating around you. Weird. I must ponder this...

Tarots

As I sat on the couch with my main squeeze, Legs last night , ok so I attempted to sit on the couch after making supper, well, I had ants in my pants, unsettled, fidgity, I got up and wondered around a wee bit doing dishes up and stuff like that. Legs said to me...how come you are so restless. It hit me. It was time to read the tarots. I went to the cupboard, opened the doors and looked for the purple silk the cards were wrapped in. Yup, here they are!

I did the Celtic spread read. Very interesting. It said that I was unsettled in the past and that I was getting ready for a change. I had to stop being the martyr, stand up for myself. The change was going to be big and it is going to be soon. I have people in my life that are very headstrong (Legs), my mother!!, and that I was going to have to be strong for myself and near the end of the read, I had forgotten that a card jumped. It was the judgement card. A very optimistic card. When a card jumps it actally is the overall outcome of the whole read. All in all I was very impressed with the spread and am having a rather good feel about it.

We'll see what happens won't we!

Ranting...

I like to rant. I am French Canadian with a bit of German, Austrian and Irish mixed into that. I am a mixed breed. What chance do I have of not having a quick temper...yup your right, I have no chance! I fly off the handle easy, whether I am excited, happy, sad, mad, or just plain telling a story. Cut me some slack. Would you sooner I have no emotion?? I have emotion! I am over 35 and I am not going to change a whole hell of a lot. I am conscious of being this way and most times I will keep myself in check allowing a few hand waves here and there. I know this! My shrink told me once that you can only change yourself, you can't change others, so I try to keep that in mind as well as my personal theme song by Great Big Sea - Ordinary Day. So if I go off on a rant get used to it. This is what I do.

Paranormal State and other things that are a little off

So right at the moment I am obsessed with the Paranormal State on A&E. So crazy about it that I wrote into them telling them about my ghost experiences and be damned if they didn't put my stories in their blog!! I thought it was pretty cool, however there are gonna be alot of people that are gonna think I am .....weird....! Fancy that...me weird!

I am also not having a good day which makes me think my aura is a little grey today. I gotta get out of this funk....Ya know, I kinda feel a little grey today...

I gotta say that A&E is about my favourite channel. I get up in the morning get a dose of Archie Bunker before I hit the shower then at 8am is channel 25...A&E, til about 8:45 then off to work.

Speaking of things a little off, I still howl when I watch Archie Bunker. It is still funny. I mean all the things today that you can't say and they have these re-runs of Archie and it just cracks me up. Sometimes, I think it, but I sure as hell don't say it!

Yup..it's A&E for me.

In the Big City

While in Saskatoon one weekend with my two best friends Wilma and Peanut, we decided to go shopping...now I do not drive in Saskatoon...why you ask, well I tend to get lost.... very easy. So with Wilma and Peanut in tow, I thought I should drive since they are experienced Saskatoon drivers! As we were heading out on circle drive a car decided to skid across three lanes of traffice and head for us! Wilma was calmly telling me to relax and "drive through it" while Peanut was yelling in the back to "stomp on it!" So...we made it! We drove up to the shopping store...Newfoundland Speed and Sport, got out of the car and promptly took out our sucking devices. Two cigarettes and an inhaler!! After the ordeal we walked to the store only to be backed into by a truck! Needless to say we cabbed it for the rest of the evening, which was a good thing. Our three hour dining experience at The Ivy was fabulous! Am going there again for sure! After our fine dining, we went to a rowdy band at The Roxy and when that got to be enough, we trudged over to Buds for a wrap up evening of Bluegrass delight. Ahh it was a fine, fine weekend!