<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713</id><updated>2011-10-14T05:02:43.921-06:00</updated><category term='Content'/><category term='Respect'/><category term='The Year of Me.'/><category term='High achievers'/><category term='Of all things'/><category term='Outta this world'/><category term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category term='Rotten to the Core'/><category term='Sky Watch Friday'/><category term='The Funnies'/><category term='True Colours'/><category term='Scales'/><category term='365 Days of Grace'/><category term='Back home'/><category term='Terribly guilty'/><category term='Inner self'/><category term='ABC Wednesday'/><category term='Odd Shot Monday'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Thought of the day'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Farm Sitting'/><category term='Favourite things'/><category term='What gives?'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Dares'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Brain Song of the day'/><category term='Ponderings'/><category term='Movie Critic'/><category term='Gonna try it'/><category term='Tea Party'/><category term='Work on it.'/><category term='My Faves'/><category term='Crack up'/><category term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>The Cloisters</title><subtitle type='html'>&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;b&gt;Only Child Syndrome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Welcome to the Nut House.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>539</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8793387408032675212</id><published>2011-10-13T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:16:24.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>I AM ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>I am alive...I really am...really!&lt;br /&gt;Since my last good grief post...I quit at the newspaper...$7.92/hour.&amp;nbsp; Heavens,&amp;nbsp;I was going backwards again.&amp;nbsp; I am at a new job which I love.&amp;nbsp; I work for a chef/chocolatier in a dessert shoppe.&amp;nbsp; I am the front end manager/bulldog and I could'nt be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married in July to Buster Brown and have it pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a reletively new company - 3 years old- a jewelry company.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.stelladot.com/sites/suzannemalo"&gt;Stella &amp;amp; Dot&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Its higher end boutique style jewelry that has .925 silver, 14-18k gold plating, uses real stones, pearls and other metals.&amp;nbsp; I now have 2 stylists under me and things are really running along.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also about to open a few new doors in the community too.&amp;nbsp; I am founding an Arts Council and resurrecting the community theatre.&amp;nbsp; I have the ball rolling already for the Arts Council and once that gets up and running then I will get cracking with the theatre.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am about to head to the BIG city on Sunday for 3 days with 4 of my cousins.&amp;nbsp; I plan to relax, have a few drinks and lots of laughs.&amp;nbsp; While we are there, I am planning to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.fairmont.com/macdonald"&gt;Poshy Hotel&lt;/a&gt; for food and drinks as I have been getting to know the chefs there through my work.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what they have in store for us but...it should be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8793387408032675212?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8793387408032675212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8793387408032675212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8793387408032675212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8793387408032675212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-alive.html' title='I AM ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7226140116858586583</id><published>2011-04-10T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:40:22.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to stay positive...I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to catch up with this new job change paying me less...way less then before...Im not a wealthy person.&amp;nbsp; I do live from pay check to pay check and that has only been lately as I have been socking the so called extra money I get into a retirement plan...do I get kudos for that...nope.&amp;nbsp; Hell I could take it out and spend it!!&lt;br /&gt;I was just offered a way better paying job, one that I will enjoy.&amp;nbsp; I asked if I could work a 10 hour shift instead.&amp;nbsp; I was told no because of the way the business and staff work and instead was offered a dollar more...who can argue with that...apparently that is not good enough for some people.&amp;nbsp; IT can't get any better than that...and I can take days off to help with another catering job that pays great too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough...apparently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do get is a verbal shit kicking.&amp;nbsp; Does this at all help any situation??&amp;nbsp; I think not.&amp;nbsp; Does this make me feel like "well, then what the fuck am I doing then?"...you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I first got married at 19 again.&amp;nbsp; I feel like a 12 year old having to account for every penny of my allowance...did I realize that getting a divorce would leave me pretty much homeless with no place to live much less food on the table...oh, wait, what table....I didn't have that either!!&amp;nbsp; I did not ask for any of that.&amp;nbsp; Hell, I didn't even have enough money to move back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did do was learn how to get a job, rent a one bedroom apartment, get a bed, a table and a deep freeze.&amp;nbsp; Learn how to pay a bill - because that I did not even know how to do - and because I was the one at fault for the divorce, I am still paying for it.&amp;nbsp; Oh, my GOD, I am still paying for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking others to help me out.&amp;nbsp; Never did, never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not continue to badger me about my finances.&amp;nbsp; I did not lead a charmed life.&amp;nbsp; I was not taught how to budget or figure out finances properly until I was in my mid 30's and holy crap, I think I am doing pretty damn good.....others may not think so, but I am self sufficient.&amp;nbsp; I am not asking for hand outs.&amp;nbsp; I am not living at a shelter.&amp;nbsp; I can stand on my own two feet thank you.&amp;nbsp; Stop telling me what&amp;nbsp; crappy job I am doing and instead let me know how well I am doing.&amp;nbsp; I know I still have debt.&amp;nbsp; It may take me many years to get rid of it all, but it's my debt.&amp;nbsp; I don't harp about yours or anyone else's.&amp;nbsp; I don't tell you what you need or want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that difference between needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is some kind gentle advice or help, maybe a pat on the back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't need is to be preached or bitched at about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7226140116858586583?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7226140116858586583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7226140116858586583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7226140116858586583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7226140116858586583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/04/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8234960779298417327</id><published>2011-04-08T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:36:58.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I tried...I really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't go home this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have decided to take advantage of my certificates....the certificates that I have held for so many years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have found the one place I think will fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got my pay check yesterday and have come to the conclusion that salary plus commission is not all it cracked up to be.&amp;nbsp;I busted my butt for the last month an a half and I was shocked when I got my pay check.&amp;nbsp; Not only that but on commission you&amp;nbsp;never know from one day to the next if&amp;nbsp;your even gonna sell anything...and there is a company car here for use with one exception...I can't use it!?&amp;nbsp; As sales consultant, I have to drive to a couple of different towns...gas went up as well to $1.16/litre...so my travel time will be cut short. How am I to make sales if I can't get anything sold??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was offered a job yesterday for more pay and one that will be&amp;nbsp;offering a consistent paycheck..no guess work.&amp;nbsp; It also involves something that I love to do which is cook, bake and decorate!...and Gordon Ramsay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am giving it the weekend to think about this new job offer, since I am not going home due to the lack of funds from the pay at my recent job.&amp;nbsp; I was disappointed as was my mom.&amp;nbsp; I have called the realtor and she is going over to my Uncles to assess the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the meantime....I am heading over this afternoon to take another stab at cake decorating, baking and chocolate cigar wrapping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8234960779298417327?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8234960779298417327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8234960779298417327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8234960779298417327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8234960779298417327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4621909698376902163</id><published>2011-04-05T09:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:47:09.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>Im going to try to hit for home this weekend. I am about to put up my Uncles house and property for sale. I've had it with the family and their incredible stupidity in this whole crappy situation. Since I am the executor of the Estate, I am making theeee final decision. My mom and myself have done nothing but pay for this and the dead man is still laughing from the grave... See ya on the other side Uncle Billy...I have a few things to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4621909698376902163?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4621909698376902163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4621909698376902163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4621909698376902163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4621909698376902163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4540433169127315664</id><published>2011-03-31T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:21:48.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rotten to the Core'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>A play</title><content type='html'>THis week is a big one. The Board at my old job goes in for their meeting about the two people I hate for bullying me and harassing me at work. I have give all documentation, a list of laws from the Canadian Standards Board and just two days ago, received yet another email about the slander that is still going on there about me. I was wild. I emailed the one board member who has known about this for awhile now and told her about the email I just got and told her that if she didn't nip the talk about me in the bud, I would take them to court for slander. I'm done with this crap. I last went to ex-work January 7th. It is now end of March and Im still the talk of the theatre. I have been ousted from my presidency on one board...the Gala. I have been ever so nicely asked to leave my baby - The Players. My best friend co-wrote a play that I was dying to do - to direct, and now can no longer direct it. I'm heatbroken....sad and oh so disappointed. And really, really pissed off....the line was crossed. The board member who made that all possible is the one who continues to cover for the bullies. Do people not think that I still have friends there who tell me all of this? People are so stupid...you can't fix stupid folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4540433169127315664?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4540433169127315664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4540433169127315664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4540433169127315664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4540433169127315664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/play.html' title='A play'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-2265148914335502420</id><published>2011-03-28T10:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:00:11.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Its been one week</title><content type='html'>I decided to take on a second job. I decided to go where I thought would be a fun kinda place to work. Turns out it was more dangerous than fun. I decided to work at a very well known monster chain - a chain Bruno boycots. I was put in the jewellry department - how hard can that be? Change watch batteries, take out links, organize the stands...blah, blah, blah...turns out last Saturday was my last. One paycheck and my letter of resignation. Last Saturday was hell. I find out that it is both the associates and the customers are not all there...when you seel the photos floating around through your personal emails of the people who shop there...believe it! An associate who worked in electronics came by my department with a little girl and a mom. They were looking for little girl socks....hmmm....if the electronic girl had looked to see that across from her department was the little girls socks none of this day would have transpired...not to mention it was double full moon night...ugh. After the two were dumped off in my department I took the two to the footwear section. I stopped with the mom to see the size of the girls feet...and in a split second from looking up to taking a step forward...BAMMMM I smacked head first into a cement pillar in the middle of the walking aisle. I bounced off of it and for the first time in my life my nose bled. Now, I don't know if the rest of you know this, but in a gigantic chain store like this one...if there is blood in the aisle...you literally have to suit up in a BIO HAZARD outfit!...there is protocol and procedure, bags and gloves, face masks and splash proof gear! I ran to the ladies filtting room with an armload of papertowel. Got myself cleaned up and headed to the office to write up an incident report. It is so crazy in that store, that when I slammed my face at 10:30am, I was back on the floor by 11:30 am with still no report done up. A black eye, a flattened nose, and a head ache from hell. I should have been sent to the hospital, I should have been sent home, instead I went back to work. By about 3:30 that afternoon, I was helping a customer pull off a bauble necklace from a stand. She was an elderly but fiesty little lady and we were talking jewellry....just then a fat woman riding a motorized cart came around the corner and ran myself and the lady right over. The lady fell onto me and the fat woman drove up my leg....there goes another incident report. I left work at 4pm. I. Was. Done. A broken nose and a black and blue leg...all in one day. Monday, I went to the doctor about my nose...he complimented my on putting it back in place...ugh. Its been one week now. My nose still hurts and my bruise is fading and my stint at the big chain is painfully over... I start my new second job this week.... Working for a master chocolatier!! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-2265148914335502420?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2265148914335502420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=2265148914335502420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2265148914335502420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2265148914335502420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-one-week.html' title='Its been one week'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-715744322679254786</id><published>2011-03-27T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:57:27.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>Only Child Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Only Child Syndrome has graced my presence again.  I hate it.  I have no one to talked to.  I don't want to stress out my mom, with her health still not great.  I don't want to talk to my cousin cuz...well I just don't want to.  I don't want to talk to my aunt even though she is a wise woman, well its just still not the same, still not my mom.  Turns out that if I try to talk to Buster, the person I should be able to talk to about anything...well, it turns out I can't.   I end up getting yelled at and and called a nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to talk to him is like trying to talk a jumper jumping off a building but he's already jumped...useless.  I am frustrated and extremely disappointed and in turn have been deemed a nag!!  A nag?!  Thanks...all because I want to know if one of my conditions to this relationship has been dumped.  One of the conditions is to eventually get my horses back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate being an only child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-715744322679254786?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/715744322679254786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=715744322679254786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/715744322679254786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/715744322679254786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/ony-child-syndrome.html' title='Only Child Syndrome'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5352756885696596766</id><published>2011-03-07T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:47:37.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>I must say this trip to Mexico was wonderful. I was with my honey and my friends..it was heaven. The shopping was great and the trips we went on were exciting. Mismaloya is on the map for the movie "Night of the Iguana" and "Predator". We visited both remaining sets and had a blast. The Night of the Iguana is just off to the side of a great beach area in Mismaloya and "Predator" is about an hour on horseback up the mountain. At the "Predator" set is a great restaurant where we had a fabulous shrimp meal and a beautiful tropical song sang to us by the sweetest little Mexican man. "Be-de-be-de-be, Bun-da-bun-da buh" was the chorus he sang and it still remains in my head. We went zip lining with 16 people in on our tour and 10 of them were "princesses" in regualr clothes and it truly was a great time as well. I fed two different types of monkeys - all whom had no problems jumping on me to eat the strawberry yogurt, which made me late catching the tour bus...oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought jewellry from the local people and had our refreshments at a restaurant that belonged to a man named Noah. I must not forget to mention the ever-so-wonderful full body massages. They were welcomed. I had two!! I only managed to burn one day and didnt even peel!! Yup, this white girl turned brown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now Im only a sickly yellow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5352756885696596766?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5352756885696596766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5352756885696596766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5352756885696596766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5352756885696596766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7735903008699978741</id><published>2011-03-04T08:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:42:47.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin....</title><content type='html'>ITs been so long since my last post....the time has gone by quickly.  Many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mom had open heart surgery the last part of January.  She had a valve replaced and one repaired.  During that time, I went home to look after the farm and travelled over two hours (one way only) every second day to go see her.  Before I went home, the tramsmission on my car went and had to go to the shop, where I had a melt down in order for them to give me a loaner to go back home...this thing was a gas guzzler!  They gave me a truck and were kind enough to let me have it for as long as I needed.  It was very nice of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while tending to the farm, some asshole proceeded to take advantage of my mom being in the hospital by calling the SPCA and reporting us for having 4 dead horses in the yard and that the horses were being neglected because whomever it was that called the SPCA, knew my mom was in the hospital, but had no clue that I was home....or so I thought.  I have since found out who called the animal rights people and have not spoken to that person since...did the SPCA find anything at the farm you ask?  NO.   Does the person who called SPCA know that I know they called them...NO.  I am just waiting for them to slip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- during this time, with mom in the hospital and the SPCA on my back, I had a phone call from a Welfare case worker.  After my uncle died - Im the executor - he left in the will that his girlfriend would live in the house as long as bills were paid and the yard was looked after.  IN the meantime, the girlfriend got sick and was very close to death, but was being looked after by her family....so I thought.  I get a call from the bank saying that if the mortgage on the house was not paid in 45 days the house would go into foreclosure.  I freaked.  I called the daughter of my uncles girlfriend and nothing was looked after, no bills paid, no mortage paid...nothing.  I immediately called the lawyer handling my uncles estate.  In the meantime, the daughter went to welfare and told them the only way her mom/my uncles girlfriend could move back in to the house is if the furnace got replaced. While that was going on, the daughter called me and told me her mom is moving in with her and her husband, which meant I got stuck with the bills and the mortage...I was furious!  All of a sudden, I get a call from a welfare case worker inquiring about installing a furnace at my uncles house. I was perplexed as was the case worker when I told her that my uncles girlfriend was moving in with her daughter...the case worker told me that the house was the daughters and she was re-renting the house back out!  I lost it!  The daughter managed to get all the bills but into her name - the power, the telephone, the electric...everything and was indeed planning to re-rent the house out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the lawyer...I was wayyyy in over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap....mom - heart surgery&lt;br /&gt;                       my car - no tranny&lt;br /&gt;                       SPCA - animal abuse&lt;br /&gt;                       sneaky daughter - illegally renting a property not belonging to her&lt;br /&gt;anything else??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya, did I forget to mention, that I was planning on getting married?&lt;br /&gt;WHile all of this is going on, we booked a vacation with Wilma and her better half, and Bruno, with his better half plus myself and my better half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.....I managed in the meantime to get half the herd sold, we went from 31 horses to 16!  Managed to get my cousin to start paying her share of the feed bill and managed to get my lazy-assed Aunt to get rid of her horses that she abandoned leaving my mom to look after!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however lose my marbles, once again and had to see the doc for stronger happy pills.  He said that I endured events that should have happened to a person within a 2 year span - happen in two weeks.  By the time Mexico rolled around, my shakes disappeared but my food was not able to stay down all the time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think through all of this the one thing that I will remember is that one particular day that I went to see my mom, my gut told me to take someone with.  I asked a family friend if she wanted to come and she did.  When it was time for us to leave - visiting hours had ended.  My mom was sitting in her chair saying see ya later and all of a sudden, she fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes...I will never forget her eyes as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my grama when she passed.  It was peaceful.  I was content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom - that was terrifiying.  She slumped over in her chair and you could see, you could literally see the life leave her eyes.  Laurie (the friend), caught her, while I started screaming to the nurses..."my mom, my mom, you have to help my mom"...there was a sea of blue in her room.  Nurses, doctors...all surrounding my mom.  Laurie was shoved out the door and I somehow was trapped in the room...I think I black out, the next thing I remember was seeing the crash cart in the the room and I....thats all I remember....I then remember being in a room with Laurie and another couple.  I would not calm down, I didnt want to sit.  I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;This other woman came over to help Laurie with me and a nurse rushed in, grabbed me and Laurie and took us to a quiet room.  A social worker walked in and gave us water...what seemed like only a few seconds was actually 15 minutes.  A nurse stuck her head in the room and finally told us they had a pulse.  5 minutes later we went in to see my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am such a believer in the afterlife, and after I told my mom that she scared the hell out of me  and to never do that again, I asked her what she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the only thing she remembers is the blackness and hearing the panic in my voice, calling the nurses and the next thing waking up and seeing all the nursing staff around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2-12 was Mexico&lt;br /&gt;We spent two fabulous weeks in a beautiful house called &lt;a href="http://www.casaazulprofundo.com/"&gt;Casa Azul Profundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff was wonderful, the days were bright and sunny and I was with 5 of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;We went zip lining, horse back riding, shopping, fishing and OH it was welcomed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ends the first chapter.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7735903008699978741?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7735903008699978741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7735903008699978741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7735903008699978741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7735903008699978741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4081075959179816386</id><published>2011-01-07T09:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:31:57.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><title type='text'>January clean up</title><content type='html'>Today is a little better.  I still have not yet located my smile.  I think it may still be under the Christmas tree.  I may find it once its put away.  My girl is having surgery this morning and I will be able to pick her up after dinner.  I am trying to get all things tidied and in order before she comes home so I can spend some sympathy time with her later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry is underway, the floors swept, now its time to tackle the decorations.  I may just leave the hand made snow flakes up though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call the hospital later today to check on mom...it makes me laugh when I call...there is always someone there visiting...that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly packing for the trip to Mexico although my heart is not there to go yet.  Its less than a month away....where does the time go!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4081075959179816386?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4081075959179816386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4081075959179816386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4081075959179816386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4081075959179816386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-clean-up.html' title='January clean up'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1974988018580005872</id><published>2011-01-06T23:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:47:34.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dares'/><title type='text'>No name</title><content type='html'>I've sent in my resume to I don't know how many people.  My tranny on the escape has decided to give me grief - thank you warranty!  My mother is having open heart surgery on what looks like now Tuesday, my horse died, and now my dog broke her leg.  Is this my fault I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of this my fault?  Bad karma maybe but never asked for.  Im sick to fucking death of trying to please every one and trying to be the good guy.  Im sick to death of others shit attitute.  Hey, I'm just trying to get through one more fucking day.  Get off my back, treat me with some respect.  If I'm such a pain in the ass then let me know so I can fix that.  If I'm such a miserable SOB to work with then let me know so I can fix that.  If I'm such an idiot, then let me know so I can fix that..don't know if that can be fixed...?  If I'm not pulling my weight or if I am being a burden then by all means, let me fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says Fairy, take the day off tomorrow and get your self together.  Really?  What more can I possible get together?  No matter what I touch, no matter what I say or feel, I am falling apart and no happy pill in the world is gonna help me get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of having others have a shit day or shit news and treating me like this is all my doing.  I'm sick of travelling with moody road partners, I'm sick of being told what is mine and what isn't .  I'm sick, fed up and have had it.  I double dog dare just one more person to make my day a disaster with their attitude or crap words.  I demand respect and kindness. I want it and I want it from now on. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed out, a nervous wreck and ready to fly....so DON'T piss me off.  I really, really, from the bottom of my heart, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and on top of it all...these feelings really scare the hell out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1974988018580005872?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1974988018580005872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1974988018580005872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1974988018580005872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1974988018580005872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-name.html' title='No name'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6577356630075865580</id><published>2011-01-03T18:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:38:13.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, December 4, 2010 was a great time.  I attended Busters Christmas Party which was held at the River Cree in Edmonton.  We ate, gambled and had some lovely refreshments!  I gambled away all the winnings that Buster was making!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas party was December 12th, 2010.  We ended up going to a restaurant for food and drink.  It was a nice time but very, very tame compared to Busters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it at work and am now on the hunt for a new job here in Veg.  I have put in for so many jobs that I am losing count!  I am hopeful though that something will come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster came home with me on the 22nd and was introduced to all of my weird and wacky friends and family.  The 25th came and mom was taken to the hospital due to shortness of breath while Angle and I played Santa and Elf to all the residents of the hospital and lodge and nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 27th Buster and I came home and two days later mom was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia and rapid heart beat...its now the 3rd of January and she is now in the city hospital with a leaky heart valve and booked in for open heart surgery late this week.  I will take a drive down once I know more.  Yesterday my beloved horse of 26 glorious wonderful years passed away and that was the icing on the cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it Berline yesterday....poor Buster I don't think knew what to make of it all. &lt;br /&gt;With the crap going on at work, me trying to find a job, mom being very sick and then the horse dying, well that was all I could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure though that if I lose my mom just what will happen to me.  I have Buster...I think I'll keep him but mom is the last of my immediate family.  I will then ultimately be 100% alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep my chin up and keep my spirits up talking to mom.  I have to.  My heart hurts to much to think of the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another day..tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6577356630075865580?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6577356630075865580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6577356630075865580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6577356630075865580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6577356630075865580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-2400273286051312133</id><published>2010-11-30T13:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:40:59.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rotten to the Core'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>Well, the next step from here is up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im cranky, upset, and just don't want to be here at this job any more.  I have given three years, and for what?&lt;br /&gt;I have been disrespected by the tech and stage manager on more than one occasion...nothing has ever been done.  They tech manager is padding his hours...what?...yes, he still works here.&lt;br /&gt;The stage manager is rude, and obnoxious and that is to clients as well.  He decided to use one of my ornaments as a hammer to "tack" down a piece of tile that was sticking up in the office and broke my ornament.  Too lazy to get a hammer?  I know, let's use one of Fairy Mae's things to use...I don't like her anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked to leave the stage area on more than one occasion, eventhough I was in there to do my job.  I have been bullied long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I can not continue this.  I mentally can not take the crap anymore.  When I bring this up to the former acting manager, who is a board memeber, I get "we'll look into it."  When Rodney broke my ornament and they all stood there and watched, I got "you sould be use to him by now."  I didn't get an apology...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have informed my new boss, that I am checking out.  I will no longer be nice to Rodney, so don't look for it, don't expect it.  I am looking for another job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me very sad to know that I went from loving this job, all the marketing ideas, the avenues it opened, the great people I have met along the way, the childhood mentors I was able to meet like Valdy and Tommy Hunter, my love for music, theatre and dance - gone.  Soured.  Made all possible first and foremost, by two assholes that still and I would imagine will always work here, chasing away the people who want to work here, want to be here. Soured, from working my ass 12 hours straight for three or more weeks in a row, no thank you, kiss my ass, or go to hell, with no relief help, soured from endless gas mileage from not having any days off...just fed up and soured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its just too sad and it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rodney and John for being such a pain in my lily white ass for 3 years...you have earned it.  I hope you make others around miserable until the board finally realizes its you, and then justice will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-2400273286051312133?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2400273286051312133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=2400273286051312133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2400273286051312133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2400273286051312133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7626797545988252201</id><published>2010-11-20T09:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:05:51.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>I understand the ten commandments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="tencommandments" border="0" cellpadding="7" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" scope="col"&gt;&lt;span class="monotypexl"&gt;The Ten Commandments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="monotypexsm"&gt;(Exodus 20:2-17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-1" id="TenCommandments-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of  Egypt, out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before  Me.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-2" id="TenCommandments-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness  of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or  that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them  nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the  iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth  generations of those who hate Me, but showing mercy to thousands, to  those who love Me and keep My Commandments.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-3" id="TenCommandments-3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes His name in vain.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-4" id="TenCommandments-4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall  labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the  Lord your God. In it you shall do no work: you, nor your son, nor your  daughter, nor your male servant, nor your female servant, nor your  cattle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the  Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them,  and rested the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day  and hallowed it.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-5" id="TenCommandments-5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-6" id="TenCommandments-6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not murder.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-7" id="TenCommandments-7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not commit adultery.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-8" id="TenCommandments-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not steal.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-9" id="TenCommandments-9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr class="monotype"&gt;    &lt;td class="monotypebig"&gt;&lt;a name="TenCommandments-10" id="TenCommandments-10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;“You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet  your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor  his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this cover not having any chocolate, potato chips, candy or pop, popcorn with butter and salt, or an extra helping of potatoes and gravy ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7626797545988252201?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7626797545988252201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7626797545988252201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7626797545988252201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7626797545988252201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/ten-commandments.html' title='Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3722454889664454341</id><published>2010-11-19T12:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:26:26.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I want to be a kid again because the only drama I faced was every once in awhile my Barbie's head would pop off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3722454889664454341?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3722454889664454341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3722454889664454341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3722454889664454341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3722454889664454341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1952074596976272026</id><published>2010-11-17T17:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:28:52.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terribly guilty'/><title type='text'>Billy The Exterminator</title><content type='html'>I had a night off last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited...the GM said "go home Fairy Mae..." and Fairy Mae left on a dead run out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Buster and I could catch a bit of Billy when I got home, but alas they were all re-runs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda stuck of some of that reality TV...its a shame really, but thats all thats ever on anymore when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race, Survivor, Billy, Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares...ugggh.  Can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Big Bang Theory but I can never catch it on time.  Bones, Lie to Me, Law &amp;amp; Order UK and Los Angeles.  I find if I miss too many, I can't catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really watch that much?  I admit that I do have the TV on most of the time, but lots of times I am doing something else in another room and like it on for noise sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch a movie the other day with a dog as the main character.  I was about to change the channel when my dog, Effie caught sight of it and then I had to leave it there for her to watch.  Since when does a dog lay infront of the TV and watch a two hour movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1952074596976272026?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1952074596976272026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1952074596976272026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1952074596976272026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1952074596976272026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/billy-exterminator.html' title='Billy The Exterminator'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1758571367626012680</id><published>2010-11-16T14:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:26:20.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Something's Got to Give....</title><content type='html'>My days turn into evenings here at work...there has been a new GM, but nothing seems to be changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burnt out, grouchy and have started to look for other job opportunities...it makes me so sad because I really do love my job.  Last night I had yet another childhood dream fulfilled and knowing that this may never happen any more literally breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GM is here, but seems to not be able to stand her ground in rule changes around here.  She wants to impliment them but with such a strong presence around us, it seems like the light at the end of the tunnel grows farther and farther away.  I am not sure how much more of these long, long days I can put in mentally and I know the new GM, won't stand for it.  My worries are now that we seem to be at a stand still, she will quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my performance review on Monday and I am skeptical at this point that there will be changes.  The GM knows where I am coming from but if I don't see changes to my work schedule and a raise then I really will have to put my nose to the grind and find another job...and that, I am not looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1758571367626012680?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1758571367626012680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1758571367626012680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1758571367626012680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1758571367626012680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/somethings-got-to-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Got to Give....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4896168999196585260</id><published>2010-11-11T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:00:59.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>November 11, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TNw9Whn1roI/AAAAAAAAArQ/T67JRGYwavo/s1600/Remembrance-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538369098950749826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TNw9Whn1roI/AAAAAAAAArQ/T67JRGYwavo/s400/Remembrance-Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4896168999196585260?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4896168999196585260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4896168999196585260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4896168999196585260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4896168999196585260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-11-2010.html' title='November 11, 2010'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TNw9Whn1roI/AAAAAAAAArQ/T67JRGYwavo/s72-c/Remembrance-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6302995475621006024</id><published>2010-11-11T11:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:42:18.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><title type='text'>Ranting: conversations in a group</title><content type='html'>Ive noticed a while ago that when I attend a function, a gathering, or a group large or small, that if I am not included in the conversation, I end up zoning out or walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be mad at me because I've done my best to fit in with a nod or a grunt...you can't fault me for zoning out or walking away...you've done nothing to me? I've done nothing to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why get annoyed with me when you don't get the answer from me you want when I have no idea what you were talking about. I may have been there in body but unless you look at me when talking to others and include me in that particular conversation, then and only then will I indulge in the gathering, group or likewise...geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to not being included in conversations, gatherings and so forth...does it bother me? A little. It makes me feel invisible. It makes me feel like in not worthy of your time.&lt;br /&gt;If it makes me feel like that, why stay? If it makes me feel bad about myself and makes me feel useless, why would I allow myself to stay in that situation. You don't want to talk to me and include me, thats your deal, but don't get pissy when I do it to you! Kinda hurts the soul a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO think about it in your next group type setting....make sure you say hi to everyone and include them in your conversation, even if you don't know their names. They are there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them feel welcome too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6302995475621006024?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6302995475621006024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6302995475621006024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6302995475621006024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6302995475621006024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/ranting-conversations-in-group.html' title='Ranting: conversations in a group'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-710810844377599565</id><published>2010-11-08T19:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:59:26.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the Paw is officially and painfully over.  The next play to be pulled off is this weekend at the seniors centre..."On Golden Pond". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from yet another year of theatre.  The One act Festival called TheatreOne was held in Melfort over the weekend.  9 plays over 3 days.  It was a great little mini vacation.  I was able to stay with Peanut all weekend and was also able to hang out with Dave &amp;amp; Moe as well.  The only thing that I had a wee bit of a problem with, well two problems really, was that I had a shadow who followed me most places...and the other was taht I didn't get to see a whole lot of Wilma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also a little perturbed about a few things along the way as well, but this too shall pass.  The great thing about is, that I only see some of these people once a year and I am not married to them which is even better, so once is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one person there that is really starting to rub me the wrong way.  He is a smart ass 24/7 and has really only stupid stories to tell.  I never know if he is really serious about topics he talks about...is his home life really that bad that he has to cover as a smart ass all the time?  Im not sure, but the less I ran into him over the weekend the happier I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut and I did manage to smooze a few wee drinkies out of 4 hockey players while in the hot tub and was quite happy when it was time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, it was a fab weekend and this December its going to be Christmas at my house with Peanut and Wilma...I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My two best friends in the world are comin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-710810844377599565?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/710810844377599565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=710810844377599565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/710810844377599565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/710810844377599565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4435922490818898919</id><published>2010-11-02T17:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:32:06.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High achievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><title type='text'>The Monkey's Paw</title><content type='html'>Tonight is full dress rehearsal for a very scattered cast and crew.  I've got directors coming from every which way and tomorrow is thee day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the point to where I'm not too sure about the whole thing.  It seems this poor play was cursed from the very get go and nothing seems to be working for us still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our little actors have memorized until they are blue in the face.  I've had committed actors memorizing the script but never showing up for practice, yet of all the rehearsals that we have had, they seem to be pulling it off when they do show, but are now throwing the other actors off because the others just got used to them not being there....sigh.  Did I mention the cast before this one buggared off to do Rocky!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one actor whispering lines to everyone and late for her own, I've got the lights man telling me which chair the main actor should sit in, I've got my props lady coming over to me and pointing out to me that the actors are not following the stage directions that are in the book!  AARRGGGHHHH...too many directors and not enough actors.  Oh, did I mention that the little high school student who was supposed to run lights, never did show up and when he did, he wanted me to sign the paper to his teacher saying he WAS there for all the rehearsals!!  That didn't happen!  I'm hoping he failed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now doing sound, prompting, set construction and making damn good and sure there is a double caesar waiting for me in the wings when its all over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that they will have a great run tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4435922490818898919?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4435922490818898919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4435922490818898919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4435922490818898919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4435922490818898919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/monkeys-paw.html' title='The Monkey&apos;s Paw'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-541116434585463735</id><published>2010-11-01T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:33:55.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>You're right!  I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>So, if everyone else gets sympathy cards signed by the office when their loved ones pass on and I am one of them that signs my name to the card,(being office staff and all)...how come I didn't get one when there was a death in my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-541116434585463735?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/541116434585463735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=541116434585463735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/541116434585463735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/541116434585463735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-right-i-dont-get-it.html' title='You&apos;re right!  I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7481129241856776824</id><published>2010-10-29T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:52:43.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallowe'en!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TMsXyXOK9GI/AAAAAAAAArI/jshI31kfcBo/s1600/Happy_Halloween_Jack_O_Lantern_by_GENZOMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TMsXyXOK9GI/AAAAAAAAArI/jshI31kfcBo/s400/Happy_Halloween_Jack_O_Lantern_by_GENZOMAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533542721149138018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7481129241856776824?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7481129241856776824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7481129241856776824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7481129241856776824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7481129241856776824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Hallowe&apos;en!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TMsXyXOK9GI/AAAAAAAAArI/jshI31kfcBo/s72-c/Happy_Halloween_Jack_O_Lantern_by_GENZOMAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8936214363049867385</id><published>2010-10-29T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:50:33.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Rocky's Paw</title><content type='html'>Well, the time is getting closer for the RHPS Party here at work.  I thought that I would be able to enjoy watching it, but have ended up choreographing the time warp, running on and off stage with props and doing floor show make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty good time so far.  the nights however, for rehearsal have been very late ending and I'm finding my butt is starting to drag...&lt;br /&gt;The Paw rehearsal's have been very disappointing for me.  The actor's are great, its the people who feel the need to give me their two cents that are driving me to the boiling point.  I have the set designer who natters at me the whole time, and the lights man!!  The lights man?  Why is he not up in the booth?  Ugh.  Final rehearsal is on Tuesday and the law will be once again laid.  All we can do now is go up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next weekend is one act festival and I can not wait for it.  I have a travelling companion with me, so it won't seem like such a long drive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be full of tricks and treats.....hope everyone has a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8936214363049867385?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8936214363049867385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8936214363049867385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8936214363049867385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8936214363049867385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rockys-paw.html' title='Rocky&apos;s Paw'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8938768666941338587</id><published>2010-10-19T08:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:54:05.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Great day</title><content type='html'>So Buster and I headed to Edmontonius to attend an Adult trade show.  We weren't sure what we were getting ourselves into but once Buster paid our entry fee, we were pleasantly surprised by all the booths, shows, chocolate!, and dildos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were booths from hot tubs, to blow up dolls, to lube, to a porn star autograph signing, to cars, to you name it, it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best days that I have spent with Buster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we saw all we saw!, we then headed to an electronics store and picked up a HUGE tv, headed over to a great restaurant and ended the night with installing the tv while eating an ice cream treat from dairy queen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was a fab day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster has since headed back up north to work.  He has been home the last almost 3 weeks getting the harvest off.  Its been so nice to have him home every night. &lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh, smile and he makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returns home, Kiddo will be here too which will be fantastic as it will be Halloween.  Halloween is one of my absolute favourite days.  I love decorating the house, carving the pumpkins and handing out treats to kids.  With Kiddo being here, it will make it all that more exciting!  Kiddo has decided to dress up as a brown cow this year...this makes me giggle.  She has this infectious laugh and great smile that lights up the room.  I cant wait to see her in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8938768666941338587?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8938768666941338587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8938768666941338587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8938768666941338587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8938768666941338587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-day.html' title='Great day'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5495187776919459884</id><published>2010-10-17T13:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:14:29.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>70</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 70th BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5495187776919459884?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5495187776919459884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5495187776919459884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5495187776919459884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5495187776919459884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/70.html' title='70'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4528909429671511702</id><published>2010-10-17T12:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:11:33.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>what's worse?</title><content type='html'>Im 39  years old and to this day I am pretty sure being disappointed in someone is far worse than being mad at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been plenty disappointed and only some mad.  Every time I turn around I see someone having a melt down over something so trivial that affects me personally and I really am not sure how to deal with it other then by just walking away.  The problem of me walking away is that then the situation never gets addressed and low and behold, it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really getting tired of being put in my spot over things that are really so stupid.  I feel hurt, used, stupid and belittled.  I don't pull that shit on others so why do they think its ok to continue to do it over and over to me?  Im guessing its because I do just walk away, but really why fight back over something soooo ridiculous?  I do believe that after a time I should be apologized to, but that happens few and far between and when I do get an "Im sorry", it is full of nothingness so why bother saying it unless you do really mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am at home or at work, all I want is to be treated with respect, not to be taken for granted, which is what I see happening and if your having a bad day, take it somewhere else because what happens is when you lash out a me for stupid crap that happens in your day, I just happen to hold grudges and do expect an apology and will remember what happen previously and that my friends will make me all that more cautious around you....if I know that I was in the wrong  then by all means I will apologize and make a note to self, never to do that again, so why is it, it continues to with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4528909429671511702?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4528909429671511702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4528909429671511702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4528909429671511702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4528909429671511702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-worse.html' title='what&apos;s worse?'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6777517747403256396</id><published>2010-10-06T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:47:26.039-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High achievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Well, after cancelling out for festival, I think we finally have our group of 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to gather the 8 people who committed to doing The Paw for festival in November.  Then Rocky Horror pops up and I went frio 8 to ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to phone head office to cancel out of Festival, got a talking to from the E.D. who rubs me the wrong way on a good day and barked back at her only to realized that not only can I not go to festival but the play is advertised in the season brochure AND, found out that the schools here were taking it in their reading curriculum and selling the house for a 10:30 AM performance out while STILL I had Zero actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I gathered up 4 out of 5 actors.  I still needed a dad.  I found him last week.  I was giving myself until the end of September to do this play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at myself for losing sleep over the damn thing, I am pissed that many went over to RHPS and couldn't "DO" both....there are no lines to learn in Rocky and pissed that there is another sub group of the Players doing a show for the seniors at the same time of The Paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in the meantime, I have had a get together with all the Players and sorted this fiasco out.  We have all agreed, because we went from 9 to 35 people overnight basically, that we need more communication....ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring we are in the works for "See How They Run"...which thankfully will not be diirected by me...Im soured and need a break.  I may however, take a roll in it.  I think it could be awfully fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, rehearsal last night went great and we have come a long way baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6777517747403256396?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6777517747403256396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6777517747403256396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6777517747403256396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6777517747403256396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rehearsal.html' title='Rehearsal'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3081066002423409141</id><published>2010-10-05T13:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:30:02.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>Five Alarm Pizza</title><content type='html'>Well, the girls here at work, plus myself decided to have the very hard left over pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: "How long should I heat this for?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, about 3 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen walks away in to her office leaving me, Blanche and Berline in the box office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am plating a piece of pizza for myself while the other two girls are on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's Burning??"&lt;br /&gt;ALL: OMG The pizza is on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run over to the microwave, open the door only to pull out one piece of SMOKIN' pizza. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKt8ViuRRQI/AAAAAAAAArA/6iTiPCE2lHc/s1600/432855202_a39c3394a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKt8ViuRRQI/AAAAAAAAArA/6iTiPCE2lHc/s200/432855202_a39c3394a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524646077440017666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With smoke everywhere in the box office, Gwen running to grab...of all things the aerosol air freshner can, which was being sprayed by her, I am running the plate of fired up pizza to the tap to douse it with water and as for the college....well, at least the sprinklers didn't go off....only the fire alarms!!!!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, we cleared the college....What day is it again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3081066002423409141?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3081066002423409141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3081066002423409141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3081066002423409141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3081066002423409141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-alarm.html' title='Five Alarm Pizza'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKt8ViuRRQI/AAAAAAAAArA/6iTiPCE2lHc/s72-c/432855202_a39c3394a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3272086613745064028</id><published>2010-10-01T11:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:26:44.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Its fall, my favourite season.  Watching all the leaves turn beautiful oranges and yellows.  Its great horse back riding weather.  The colts are brought in off their mothers and we can start working with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combing is in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I always enjoyed helping grama fix the lunches for the men on the field.  Their faces black with dirt, their hands spackled with grease, and their clothes dusty and dirty and the smell coming from the freshly combined rows was like I had died and gone to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the season to get the last of the hay bales off the flat.  This is the time for canning, pulling the rest of the veggies out of the garden.  This is the time for Thanksgiving....October is a good month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3272086613745064028?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3272086613745064028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3272086613745064028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3272086613745064028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3272086613745064028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7110056297901765880</id><published>2010-09-29T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:33:29.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>HUH!??</title><content type='html'>How on God's Green Earth can they possible mistake MY office for Health Services???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first come to my office, you see a door PLASTERED with posters of up coming events.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but by my door is another cork board filled with more events and a prop table with props on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look inside you will meet a knight that stands about 5 feeet high and yes he is in shining armour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will then see my desk and leaning up against that desk is a parking sign that says "Drama Queen Parking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will then see all the little artsy fartsy things placed on my desk and you will see beautiful abstract oil/acrylic paintings on my highly coloured walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM, do you see anything remotely similar to a health services office!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, they come in droves they do!&lt;br /&gt;They come and saunter in and ask where the nurse is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at them behind my desk, at my computer and over my glasses and ask them if I look like Health Services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however, thinking of going into the props department and finding a doctors or nurses costume, changing into it and grabbing the HUGE syringe, filling it with water and yelling "Next" out my door!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7110056297901765880?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7110056297901765880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7110056297901765880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7110056297901765880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7110056297901765880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/huh.html' title='HUH!??'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-523686917578792596</id><published>2010-09-29T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:19:49.583-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><title type='text'>Rocky Horror Picture Show Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO7Op2ew4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/BZZjBgQJBkM/s1600/Picture7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO7Op2ew4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/BZZjBgQJBkM/s200/Picture7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522463428513284994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating 35 years of the cult classic.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Wilma, I finally got the show watched...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-523686917578792596?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/523686917578792596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=523686917578792596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/523686917578792596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/523686917578792596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocky-horror-picture-show-party.html' title='Rocky Horror Picture Show Party'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO7Op2ew4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/BZZjBgQJBkM/s72-c/Picture7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6158133716103902924</id><published>2010-09-29T16:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:17:15.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>What to do, what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO6hsgA6PI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_UwJA17g9ro/s1600/Mens_Antique_Ruby_Ring-300x262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO6hsgA6PI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_UwJA17g9ro/s200/Mens_Antique_Ruby_Ring-300x262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522462656130246898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my uncle passed, I have taken it upon myself to keep his carpenters ring.  Its a nice ring with a ruby and a diamond on it.  Aunt Petunia knows I have it and really, I am not prepared to give it up to her.  There are two places it will end up and Im ready to fight for the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will either end up pawned or in the cairn we are currently building for my grama, grapa and now uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: grama and grapa are still in my room at the farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Petunia has asked mom to get it from me....mom's asked me and my answer was "she ain't gonna get it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a meeting with the two people that I hate on Tuesday.  Just me and four others...my gut is already twisting in knots.  Thank goodness though for this blog as I have all dates documented...!!! Proof is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6158133716103902924?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6158133716103902924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6158133716103902924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6158133716103902924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6158133716103902924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do?'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TKO6hsgA6PI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_UwJA17g9ro/s72-c/Mens_Antique_Ruby_Ring-300x262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8941425840873638033</id><published>2010-09-23T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:47:40.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends</title><content type='html'>September is always such a hard month for me, and for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the month of my grapa's birthday...Happy Heavenly Birthday.  This is also the month of my grama's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who mean so very much to me.  Two people who I can't hardly wait to see again.  I know my heart shouldn't be heavy, but it is soooo terribly heavy.  The pain is almost unbearable.  So with that I try hard to keep myself busy, try to think of only the best and muddle through the month..thank goodness its almost done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8941425840873638033?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8941425840873638033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8941425840873638033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8941425840873638033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8941425840873638033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when September ends'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-607028950735653123</id><published>2010-09-22T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:32:44.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJplLIRw-OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YnziffyauUU/s1600/Baby-Elephant-Boy-0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJplLIRw-OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YnziffyauUU/s320/Baby-Elephant-Boy-0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519835535170926818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Elephant Appreciation Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-607028950735653123?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/607028950735653123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=607028950735653123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/607028950735653123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/607028950735653123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJplLIRw-OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YnziffyauUU/s72-c/Baby-Elephant-Boy-0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-9217970604674748499</id><published>2010-09-21T11:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:45:11.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Life lesson #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJju3QmvA6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ol25e1WBqKA/s1600/ceramic-tequila-shot-glasses-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJju3QmvA6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ol25e1WBqKA/s320/ceramic-tequila-shot-glasses-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519423976460190626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If life throws you lemons....bring out the Tequila!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-9217970604674748499?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/9217970604674748499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=9217970604674748499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/9217970604674748499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/9217970604674748499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-lesson-1.html' title='Life lesson #1'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJju3QmvA6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ol25e1WBqKA/s72-c/ceramic-tequila-shot-glasses-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-768726623482636775</id><published>2010-09-19T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:15:06.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>Yay!   A new season of one of my favourite reality tv shows are back on again....yup....Survivor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am one of thossssse people.  I also really, really enjoy and laugh the hell out of myself over Wipeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipeout makes me cry, I laugh so hard.  The big red bouncy balls do it for me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the balls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-768726623482636775?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/768726623482636775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=768726623482636775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/768726623482636775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/768726623482636775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6004102902696253965</id><published>2010-09-19T15:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:08:30.714-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><title type='text'>Lake Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJZ7fYnpB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/i2J-5P10DK8/s1600/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518734172504000354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJZ7fYnpB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/i2J-5P10DK8/s320/DSCN1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6004102902696253965?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6004102902696253965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6004102902696253965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6004102902696253965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6004102902696253965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/lake-louise.html' title='Lake Louise'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TJZ7fYnpB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/i2J-5P10DK8/s72-c/DSCN1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3018709995114465087</id><published>2010-09-12T09:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:04:48.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back home'/><title type='text'>Happy Heavenly Birthday Grapa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TIzr1h3PyTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6gcU6N17NDI/s1600/Grapa+and+his+xmas+glasses.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TIzr1h3PyTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6gcU6N17NDI/s400/Grapa+and+his+xmas+glasses.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516042948477700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3018709995114465087?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3018709995114465087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3018709995114465087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3018709995114465087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3018709995114465087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-heavenly-birthday-grapa.html' title='Happy Heavenly Birthday Grapa!!!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TIzr1h3PyTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6gcU6N17NDI/s72-c/Grapa+and+his+xmas+glasses.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1035770830628134546</id><published>2010-09-12T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:02:02.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Rant - Intuition</title><content type='html'>Today, I am heading out with 5 other strangers to a Leadership Sypmosium.  I know only 2 out of the 5.  Does that mean I should not go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Twitter and have 71 people following me...I maybe know 3, I don't know the rest....does this mean I should cancel my account since I don't know the other 68 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Blogger and have some beloved blogger friends and have not met many of you face to face, should I block you from reading my blogs?  HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I am the creator or 4 pages and have over 3 hundred friends.  Some acquaintances, some co-workers and some game players...some I do not know.  Being the creator of 4 pages with over 6 hundred people on all four of them, some I do not know, does this mean that I make them not like the page cuz of my profile on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like that new people come into my life everyday, then I guess I better stay home this week and not get into a car with 5 other people. I guess I better tell my boss that I can't run 4 pages anymore and that I better stay in the house with the blinds closed and the car in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other point is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really good gut intuition.  If my gut is telling me to run!, I run!  If my gut is telling me these are good people, then they are good people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people made me feel really bad about myself last night and when I defended myself and gave examples to both of them about what they do on these social networks, that what they do is essentially the same thing, this conversation made all these horrible feelings come back.  Feelings that I swore I would never have again in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really hurt, that these two people, have the gall to tell me what is right and what is wrong when they have no room to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt; feelings come back, the ones that landed me at the farm for a week, seeing a doctor who had to prescribe me happy pills so I wouldn't jump off the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you make me feel that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what I am doing then you can "de-friend, de-follow, and de-blog" me!  I am doing nothing wrong.  Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get off my back, take a look at yourself.  You are no different then I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1035770830628134546?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1035770830628134546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1035770830628134546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1035770830628134546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1035770830628134546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/rant-intuition.html' title='Rant - Intuition'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-192686591734539984</id><published>2010-09-09T12:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:46:24.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Home sick</title><content type='html'>Where have the days gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its September and the leaves are changing, the wind is a little chillier and the animals are starting to hair up for the cold months that lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting shorter which is making my internal clock want to hibernate and stay under the covers for just that one...more...minute longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little home sick though, I am missing the September horse back rides through the beautifully coloured trees, stopping along the way to take pictures of the nature that surrounds me.  I am missing the smell of the wet wood as we ride.  I am missing the laughter and the fun my cousins and I had riding horseback, running flat out across the open prairie and looking down at my horses mane flowing back and touching my hand that holds the rein.  I miss our giggling while we coax our horses to jump over fallen logs...yes, I am home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get home for that one last ride before the snow flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-192686591734539984?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/192686591734539984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=192686591734539984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/192686591734539984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/192686591734539984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/home-sick.html' title='Home sick'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5526118630435140824</id><published>2010-09-02T15:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:41:04.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back home'/><title type='text'>Say Good Bye.</title><content type='html'>Good Bye Uncle Billy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="table21" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 100%;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;/td&gt;                                                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;td rowspan="2" valign="top" width="100"&gt;                                                                 &lt;!--                                                                  &lt;table border="0" width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" id="table24"&gt;                                                                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                                          &lt;td width="100%"&gt; 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                                                                &lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                                     Do not go gentle into that good night,&lt;br /&gt;Old age should burn and rave at close of day;&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though wise men at their end know dark is right,&lt;br /&gt;Because their words had forked no lightning they&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright&lt;br /&gt;Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight&lt;br /&gt;Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my father, there on that sad height,&lt;br /&gt;Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;                                                                         Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5526118630435140824?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5526118630435140824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5526118630435140824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5526118630435140824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5526118630435140824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/say-good-bye.html' title='Say Good Bye.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6132277919585137583</id><published>2010-08-19T17:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:04:28.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Two signs</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got off the phone with Angle and she is all freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and told mom about my vision.  After she hung up from me on the phone they all asked her why she was crying and she told them that I saw grama and grapa.  Angle spoke up and said, that she saw them too.  Mom never told Angle what I said to her and told Angle to call me right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grama and grapa told her too that they were here to take home their sick little boy and they too had their arms held out.  I could hear mom in the background crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so real, I mean they looked so solid to me...and to Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both smiling and they both told us the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty cool in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better that she too saw them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better that they really are waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now only a matter of time before Uncle Billy leaves us free of pain and hurt and heads toward Grama and Grapa waiting for him on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6132277919585137583?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6132277919585137583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6132277919585137583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6132277919585137583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6132277919585137583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-signs.html' title='Two signs'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8392456405230389519</id><published>2010-08-19T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:52:09.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><title type='text'>A sign</title><content type='html'>My Uncle Billy is not well.  He has been an alcoholic all of his adult life.  We knew his liver was shutting down and was to go to Regina on Monday.  Yesterday however, he totally stunned us all by having a massive heart attack and is now in recovery in a coma on life support.  I am on pins and needles at home waiting to hear from the majority of the family who went up this morning to get the low down from the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I went to bed, I had a rather an odd thing happen.  As we all know I am a complete believer of the spirit world, have seen my fair share of ghosts, have witnesses numerous phenomenon.  I was laying in bed and not quite asleep but not awake either.  Not one, but both grama and grapa stood beside me last night....I knew what that meant.  I asked them why they were here and both grama and grapa, grama wearing her jeans and pink sweatshirt and grapa was wearing his work pants, plaid shirt and blue ballcap, both with out stretched arms said they were ready for Bill.  They had come to "take him home".  I remember just laying very still in bed, hoping they would give me more.  Grama smiled and said she was here to take her sick little boy home.  It was his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.  Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad today because I know that he won't be coming out of his coma.  I am however, content with the fact that my beloved grandparents are waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and wait for the phone to ring.  It's not quite dinner time yet and I already know the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8392456405230389519?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8392456405230389519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8392456405230389519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8392456405230389519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8392456405230389519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/08/sign.html' title='A sign'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8191299521425290385</id><published>2010-08-17T11:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:11:21.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Two weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, I just nicely got back from two weeks of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster, Kiddo and I headed to the mountains.  This was a new thing for all of us.  Our first holiday together...all three of us....together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived....Buster and his lack of communication, Kiddo and her non listening skills and me, the basket case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got it all ironed out and it was fabulous.  I am looking forward to another adventure - minus the in law drama, their camper, their truck and their bullshit in general.  We learned a lesson that we will never, never borrow anything of theirs again and actually realized that in the long run it would have been cheaper to rent a cabin with a kichenette and so forth. I did however take some fantastic pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I spent at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;I have an uncle that is dying from alcoholism....everything is shutting down and it will be only a matter of time before I attend his funeral.  In the meantime, he has three children which eventually lost contact with him because of his drinking, he preferred the bottle over his kids.  One however, came home this past week to mend fences with the whole family.  She brought her two kids and camped out at the farm and we had a great time.  She decided that she would go in and visit her dad/my uncle.  When we first walked in he didn't know her.  He has had no contact with her for over 25 years....but when she told him who he was...well, the water works kicked in and it made a dying man very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days at the farm were very trying for me.  Angle and her husband Lorne with three kids also camped out at the farm.  He had a temper tantrum many times throughout the week and all those times I kept my mouth shut.  The day before I went home was the day the shit finally hit the fan.  He threw his last one around me.  I said two words to the lot of them and they packed up and left.  He was whining because he wanted to go to the lake and there was too much to do at the farm due to rain two days before. There was about 1/2 mile of fence that needed tending too and he just didn't want to be there so he made life miserable.  I put my hammer down and told them all to "go".  The second time I said it, tears were then streaming down my face and they then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left my mom, who is 70 and my self to build and fix a fence.  We worked from 10am and got into the house a little after 7pm.  Of course, Angle called her mommy, who then called my mommy, who then proceeded to tell me to calm down and talk to Angle...well, I just wasn't ready to hear the sob story and the excuses....now, because I allowed myself to be mad, I am the bad guy.  because I am not ready to listen to the bullshit, I am the bad guy.  These past few days after pounding with the sledge over 25 fence posts and putting up a millions miles of barbed wire, page wire and pounding in staples...I am not quite ready to talk to anyone yet.  My hands are still swollen and thank heaven I have a tetnus shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two weeks of holidays were very eventful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til next year!!!   HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8191299521425290385?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8191299521425290385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8191299521425290385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8191299521425290385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8191299521425290385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-524232052216264211</id><published>2010-07-22T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:09:33.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Rocked!</title><content type='html'>Well, Bon Jovi and Kid Rock were great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would really like Kid Rock but he is a really good entertainer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Bon Jovi was GRRREAT!  He has beautiful teeth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Buster's birthday party and things went fairly well.  I think everyone enjoyed themselves.  I was a little stressed due to the fact that there were sooooo many little kids there.  I am not used to little kids and there were 7 there, I think!  There were alot in any case.  I don't like it when people show up and let others look after their kids.  Buster's sister-in-law did that and Im not their mom, so therefore, look after your kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after my own but it up to others to watch theirs....ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to go on holidays and I am quite excited about it.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pretty excited about heading over to Wilma's for the weekend.  I only wish Buster was home to go with.  I am checking my four legged kid into the doggy hotel for two nights and am taking my lawn chair and some kind of meat and beverages.  I haven't quite decided...steak and chicken or ribs....hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-524232052216264211?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/524232052216264211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=524232052216264211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/524232052216264211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/524232052216264211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/rocked.html' title='Rocked!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3068098791205404805</id><published>2010-07-15T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:30:11.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Rock Star Hair</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for the Rock Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and half did my hair...just enough to get me to work, then when I go home this afternoon, I can finish it off forthat Rock Star look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my co-workers telling them about this concert and where it was.  They started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the concert is outdoors......SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changes things.  Eventhough, it is July, the weather here is rain. rain, and more rain.  I will be taking the following:&lt;br /&gt;Gloves, umbrella, winter jacket, touque, scarf, winter boots....I WAS going to wear rock star non-existant wear, but that's not going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however, planning on head banging it out in style though...bring on the big hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for awhile anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3068098791205404805?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3068098791205404805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3068098791205404805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3068098791205404805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3068098791205404805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/rock-star-hair.html' title='Rock Star Hair'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8617856514379383641</id><published>2010-07-14T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:30:44.200-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>GM</title><content type='html'>The new GM started today here at my place of lovely work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure about her...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was inquiring about MY job a few months ago and was told that the position was filled and was not about to come open.  End of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has applied for the GM position here and is now my new boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious as to how this is gonna play out.&lt;br /&gt;Will she tell me how to do my job?  Suggestions are fine, you can ask me but DO NOT tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Will she stay out of my area?  If she doesnt thats ok, gimme some input, but once again, I know my job, love my job so leave me to do my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am presently, working on the new brochure for this season.  I am uninspired right at the moment and am scrapping the whole thing and starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some great talent lined up. &lt;br /&gt;I am trying very hard to get Wilma's birthday twin, &lt;a href="http://www.bifnaked.com/"&gt;Bif Naked&lt;/a&gt; to come to perform here but she is not touring the month we need her to come.  We are still opimistic though....she seems to be a genuine person and that is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also getting three people who I have been after to come for quite some time as well and that is &lt;a href="http://www.livetourartists.com/roster/valdygary/index.htm"&gt;Valdy and Gary Fjellgaard.&lt;/a&gt;  Two grass roots folk singers and the brother of Nat King Cole, &lt;a href="http://www.freddycole.com/"&gt;Mr. Freddy Cole&lt;/a&gt; who's voice is spellbinding!  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also getting &lt;a href="http://www.arrogantworms.com/"&gt;The Arrogant Worms,&lt;/a&gt; who I have been wanting for awhile too.  My wish list this year was granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8617856514379383641?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8617856514379383641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8617856514379383641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8617856514379383641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8617856514379383641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/gm.html' title='GM'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4033118514236849510</id><published>2010-07-14T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:32:01.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Awwwww.....</title><content type='html'>So, I was complaining to Buster how he never gets me anything and it's time that he got me a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tickets to Bon Jovi and Kid Rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I dress back in the 80's to go to this with the high bang hair or should I just go "in the now"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Buster!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a great present!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4033118514236849510?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4033118514236849510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4033118514236849510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4033118514236849510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4033118514236849510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww.....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6704747092093738854</id><published>2010-07-13T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:12:28.131-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Dealing</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how to deal with a few things going on, I don't want to say in my life, cuz that sounds too dramatic, but my gut is telling me to be very, very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a birthday party for Buster on Friday and I am going to be surrounding myself with alot of people that I personally do. not. trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gut is almost in a knot and I am pretty close to being sick about it.  I have all these people coming over who have not been very considerate of myself or Buster and still are called "friends" and "famliy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are trouble makers, two-facers, liars, and back-stabbers and I have personally got rid of those types of people in my life years ago.  I try to surround myself with happy, positive and welcoming, sensitive humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually shaking as I type this, I have gotten myself in such a tizzy.  I should know better, but because I offend easily by stupid people, I am on the defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I will put on a happy face cuz it is for Buster and make the most of it.  I only need to be nice, cordial, and only need to give as much as I am given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad that these people that are in Busters life, accept him, of at least I think they do, I have been fooled before, and I have tried to be courteous and polite and still get slapped in the face.  They say they are happy for him, that he is finally happy and that I am a warm welcome, but they sure have a funny way of showing it, and Buster is caught int he middle and I hate it.  I see in the future a choice may have to be made, but for now, all will be left....simmering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone will be at my house, on my territory so to speak, I will give them one last chance.  I only do this, because I do love Buster and these people have always been in his life good and bad.  So, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not lose sleep over this......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6704747092093738854?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6704747092093738854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6704747092093738854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6704747092093738854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6704747092093738854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/dealing.html' title='Dealing'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8712456601295085341</id><published>2010-07-08T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:09:52.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Soooo......</title><content type='html'>So,  what the hell was that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma is right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8712456601295085341?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8712456601295085341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8712456601295085341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8712456601295085341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8712456601295085341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/soooo.html' title='Soooo......'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7049833026697071596</id><published>2010-07-06T14:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:50:25.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gonna try it'/><title type='text'>Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>Last night, I got a text from the ex about 6pm....6pm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an asshole.  Anyway, that being said, he told me he was swamped with work...sure, ok, and would call me back ASAP!  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be placing the line bill on the windshield of his truck tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, is a little better.  One of my Great Uncles past away on July 2nd.  The man was 91!  He was funny, smart and really, really witty!  Being an only child, my mom and I along with my grama, headed to Strasbourg ALOT when I was small.  I was always with those great aunts and uncles.  I never played with the other kids....they kinda scared me...too rowdy and ALWAYS getting into trouble and I really didn't like having my ass tanned on a regular basis, so I didn't go with them, but stayed behind to help out in the kitchen, I mean really, how much help can a 5 year old do!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I hung out with Great grandpa by the radio and we watched the women prep for...I don't know what, but we were always eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one particular great aunt is not talking to my mom.  She hasn't spoken to her since my grama died in 2007, and its over the dumbest thing!  We were really, very close to this great aunt too.  She stopped talking to my mom, cuz my mom still has my grama's ashes.  My mom isn't ready to let go of grama yet, so leave her alone!  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Great Uncle Fred passed away on the 2nd.  He will be dearly missed by everyone.  He always had a smile on his face and cracked a joke.  I'm being selfish right at this moment, but when he gets to heaven, I hope he says Hi to my grama and grapa for me.  I went to Uncle Fred's facebook page and there are a few requests on it for him to say hi to various people....he has alot to do up there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the initiative today and facebooked the DHV an invitation to Buster's birthday party next Friday.  I think its in advance enough.....I guess we'll see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite doubtful if any come.  My faith in them is not good.  My trust in them is nill.  My optimism is half empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They better prove me wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be nice much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7049833026697071596?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7049833026697071596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7049833026697071596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7049833026697071596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7049833026697071596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday...'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-909546428801743568</id><published>2010-07-05T12:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:43:40.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rotten to the Core'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>Well where do I start....</title><content type='html'>The weekend was full of....full of....ummmm.  Huh, where do I start....let's start with Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster's mom gave me two free tickets that she won to the H2 Rodeo.  Im not a big rodeo fan but like the beer gardens.  Way more action in there than in the arena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home Friday from work, I was gonna sit on the couch and watch the boob tube.  I then texted Buster to see what he was doing and told him I was pondering about going to the rodeo to hook up with the Desperate Housewives of Veg.  He encouraged me to go, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove out to H2 and stumbled around trying to find the DHV.  There they were.  A white truck was backed up, with the tail gate open.  I know a tail gate party when I see one.  So I walked up, said hi and just stood there.  I'd say there was about 20 people around it, only three women that I knew.  The three said hi, the one came and asked if I wanted to get a beer with her so away we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, the rodeo was over and the women were gathering things up and they all hopped in the truck leaving me and the other gal standing there.  The truck stopped and Poverty opened the door and asked if T wanted a ride over to their camp....ummmm.....I was with T.  They only asked T if she wanted a ride.....ummmm...can I come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so mood set.  I knew where I stood.  T told them that she would walk with me over to the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, really, do you think for one minute, I want to go over there and stay and partay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's recap.&lt;br /&gt;1). Invited to a DHV candle/Arbonne/food/Jockey party and dissedby Arbonne lady.&lt;br /&gt;2). Thinking about making good, deciding to host a party by inviting all - no one showed.&lt;br /&gt;3). Getting a call from T's mom and giving me hell for not going to her jockey/candle party.&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;4). Not being asked if I wanted to go to the campsite with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too black and white here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I fit in with these women.  I really don't and I feel bad cuz Buster is friends with their husbands, but I just don't think like they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I walked with T to the said campsite and the same 20 people were there and when I was done looking at my surroundings, I found that I was standing alone.  Everyone was on one side and I, just I on the other.  I felt like that out cast little kid in grade one that nobody liked.  No one introduced themselves to me and when I approached them, I tried to introduce myself but that fell on deaf ears....I walked away...I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was intruding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told T that I was heading home and would come on Saturday night....I never went and on my facebook wall, Poverty asked where I was on Saturday and I felt like saying "who cares".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to a Theatre meeting in Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;The meeting went fine until the end of it when I had to leave Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Buster and he and his room mate talked me out of there.  I was pissed off, nervous and hungry by the time I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about 7:30 and decided to go for the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got in the mail was a bill from the phone company for a line that was dug on my ex's family farm...yup.  I got the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even live there AND it was just dug this past month!  We split officially in August 09 but were done wwwway before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was a day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Monday, I called the phone company, my lawyer, and the ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-909546428801743568?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/909546428801743568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=909546428801743568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/909546428801743568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/909546428801743568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-where-do-i-start.html' title='Well where do I start....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5313618991870406614</id><published>2010-07-02T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:05:11.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Parking and camping</title><content type='html'>Well, Buster, Kiddo and I are booked in to go camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked 3 nights at Lake Louise, 3 nights at &lt;a href="http://www.pc.gc.ca/eng/pn-np/ab/banff/index.aspx"&gt;Banff&lt;/a&gt; then off to &lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurvalley.com/"&gt;Drumheller&lt;/a&gt; for 2 nights, then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave end of July and are back mid August....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone camping in a 24 foot trailer before.  To me, thats almost cheating.  To me, camping is either tenting or going in one of those soft top canvas, hard bottom trailers.  That is the way mom and I used to do it.  We would pack "Harold" up and head out. Take the old coleman stove, the kerosene lanterns, food and water and just go.  We used the fire we built to toast our bread, used it to make campfire coffee, for burning marshmallows, for popcorn, even for boiling water for general use.  We used to either sponge bath, head into the lake or tramp over to the public showers to scrub up.  Now everything is in the house trailer...is that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but I guess I'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is....&lt;br /&gt;who will come back alive!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5313618991870406614?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5313618991870406614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5313618991870406614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5313618991870406614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5313618991870406614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/parking-and-camping.html' title='Parking and camping'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8092645732859103083</id><published>2010-07-02T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:45:22.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Canada Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TC5BqL-3fWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AFJqdHI_8q8/s1600/canada_day_graphics_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TC5BqL-3fWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AFJqdHI_8q8/s400/canada_day_graphics_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489397188837997922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Canadian Weekend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8092645732859103083?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8092645732859103083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8092645732859103083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8092645732859103083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8092645732859103083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/07/canada-day-weekend.html' title='Canada Day Weekend'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TC5BqL-3fWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AFJqdHI_8q8/s72-c/canada_day_graphics_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3995339695035611611</id><published>2010-06-30T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:38:55.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought of the day'/><title type='text'>There will be more.</title><content type='html'>I'm learning new things about myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to tolerate and appreciate the minds of little people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to tolerate older people but speak my mind without feeling bad about it later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to tolerate Buster and Kiddo when they decide to "act up".&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to appreciate my OWN time outs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to relax a little under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all within the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to see a little more shades of gray but still struggle with the black and white.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to stay away from toxic people and not get caught up in their poison.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to see a little better in a  "dis" functional family and know that mine is not really that bad, or at least is basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all within the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3995339695035611611?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3995339695035611611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3995339695035611611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3995339695035611611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3995339695035611611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-will-be-more.html' title='There will be more.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1892900998070216661</id><published>2010-06-28T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:48:13.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh, Mondays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TCkYhPiebgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9e63wwhbUHA/s1600/brevity4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TCkYhPiebgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9e63wwhbUHA/s400/brevity4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487944580313542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1892900998070216661?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1892900998070216661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1892900998070216661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1892900998070216661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1892900998070216661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahhhh-mondays.html' title='Ahhhh, Mondays!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TCkYhPiebgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9e63wwhbUHA/s72-c/brevity4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4752033737965685946</id><published>2010-06-28T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:36:41.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High achievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Fast as lightning!</title><content type='html'>I helped Buster's aunt yesterday.  My second job is helping her cater.  It was about a 240 seater  and all the Ukrainian fixings were on the table.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were cabbage rolls, head cheese, three types of salads, buns with cheese inside them and dill sauce spilled over top!  There were pickles, fried chicken, and little potatoes with a dill cream sauce ontop as well as baked beet leaves!  Man oh Man was it a feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing there at the end of the table a man walked up to me and asked me for....ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Ketchup?!"  My eyebrows were raised and my mouth open.  Are you joking?   "Ketchup, with what", I asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course said no!  No Ketchup!!  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sauntered in to the kitchen and asked the cook....is there any ketchup?  In an Ukrainian accent you could hear to the post office was the reply..."Ketchup!  Who's putting ketchup on my food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I needed.  Nope.  No Ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also standing there when I heard a woman asking another woman where she was from.  The woman replied that she lived in Lloydminster.  The other woman asked if she lived on the Alberta side or the Saskatchewan side.  Alberta was the reply.  And with that there was some verbal exchange and before I knew it, the woman sidled up to me and asked where I was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I live in Vegreville" was my answer....I knew what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I have never seen you there before, are you new?"  she asked&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am an import.", thinking that I don't even know you what do you care...but I played along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you from?" the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "The Saskatchewan/Manitoba Border."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a slight moment of silence...and one word puked out of her mouth..."oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "Oh, that's too bad."  "Your on the right side now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "You know, its attitudes like yours that make me proud to be from Saskatchewan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a quick intake of breath and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4752033737965685946?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4752033737965685946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4752033737965685946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4752033737965685946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4752033737965685946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/fast-as-lightning.html' title='Fast as lightning!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4289485601221118836</id><published>2010-06-24T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:55:25.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>The Diva and Jann</title><content type='html'>One of my good friends here in the Border Town is an avid tweeter and she follows Jann Arden.  She was on Jann's twitter account and replied to a statement Jann made....they tweeted and Jann asked if she could phone the Diva to chat...be damned!  Jann called The Diva and she will be airing on Jann's CBC radio talk show on July 3rd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Diva!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4289485601221118836?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4289485601221118836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4289485601221118836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4289485601221118836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4289485601221118836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/diva-and-jann.html' title='The Diva and Jann'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5309838482806314466</id><published>2010-06-24T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:48:27.825-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is busy this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo has her birthday party on Friday.  I am wondering which of Busters friends will stand us up yet again.&lt;br /&gt;I started a second job by helping Busters Aunt and Uncle out with their catering business.  It has been busy!!  AND, I have been asked to be on a Theatre Board, which for some strange reason all the meetings are in July!  How strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to go home to help mother with a few things in the house, which by the way I am not impressed with how things turned out for me on that little renovation adventure my mom just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again mommy was bailed out by "people who love her" and I am just chopped liver, I who bail her out on a regular basis...am well, I just am her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little SUV that I just bought has also been recalled and I now have to take time off work to get it serviced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, so it all starts tonight...which I might add, I may or may not be home by myself...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to call upon my old friend Mr. Polar Ice to talk to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, since I started this online workout, I have lost 5 pounds and have toned up considerably...I think I even see and ab poking through!!!  WOOHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5309838482806314466?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5309838482806314466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5309838482806314466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5309838482806314466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5309838482806314466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4626476313680737457</id><published>2010-06-24T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:38:00.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>What next!</title><content type='html'>Dear Buster,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very frustrated this morning.  I was frustrated last night already and it spilled over to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see you for weeks, then the next thing I know is that the family gathering is without me  I am ok with that.  What I am not ok with is that you know where I am, you know what I am doing and that I am at home waiting for you all .  Why can't you pack us both food and have supper with me, rather then me being on my own.  If momma told you to jump off the bridge, would you do it?  If I told you it was dangerous and not too, would you still listen to her?  By the way things are looking, you would listen to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side you gonna play on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring kiddo into this, you know better then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side you gonna play on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you let Kiddo do whatever she needs to do there and you wait? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a family unit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time...which side you gonna play on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4626476313680737457?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4626476313680737457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4626476313680737457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4626476313680737457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4626476313680737457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-next.html' title='What next!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-209716806591836625</id><published>2010-06-22T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:07:03.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril's Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I have always been haunted by the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to work the other day and for the second time in a row, I heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics leave me to tears most times and I never know why.  Why did this song have such an effect on me. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the one person whom I have never known.  I will never know this man and as much as I hate him, I also love him and that my friends is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm With You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt;  Christy, Lauren; Spock, Scott; Edwards, Graham; Lavigne, Avril Ramona;&lt;/small&gt;I'm  standin' on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin' in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that  you'd be here by now&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on  the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone  tryin' to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home?&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn  cold night&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by  the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But  I'm, I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a  place&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody here I know?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause  nothing's going right&lt;br /&gt;And everything's a mess&lt;br /&gt;And no one likes to  be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come  take me home?&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;I try to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't  you take me by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who  you are&lt;br /&gt;But I'm, I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  why is everything so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yea  eee yeah, yea eee yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yea yee yea, yea eee yeah,yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a  damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me  by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But  I'm, I'm with you, yea&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take  me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I'm, I'm with you,  yea&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere  new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I'm, I'm with you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm  with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe it was the failed marriage that I had, but nope.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cuz the family jilted me so bad over grapa's passing, nope, not that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this highway that I travel twice daily, I get alot of thinking done.  What has bothered me in the morning from home leaves me when I hit work and what gets to me at work is gone by the time I get home.  But this one damn song played twice in a row finally got though my thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about the person I wish would have made the effort to find me.  The person who I thought should have given a damn and for all I know maybe he did...aww hell ,what do I know about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I am kind of at piece now with this song.  It doesn't haunt me so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good thing - Martha Stewart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-209716806591836625?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/209716806591836625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=209716806591836625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/209716806591836625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/209716806591836625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/avrils-lyrics.html' title='Avril&apos;s Lyrics'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5263857605671060527</id><published>2010-06-05T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:56:07.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Didn't know? Language warning!</title><content type='html'>If I would have known that after about 3 weeks of working non stop and this being my first weekend off, IF I would have known that there would be one fuck of a moody son-of -a- bitch sitting on the deck, waiting to take his, crap out on me....well, then I would have stayed at work.  Once again, I am third man out, getting the residue of what ever happened during the day.  My three days off and I can tell you this, I will be getting at least one of those days to myself.  Will I be getting an apology....not likely....fuck me, I've just had myself another day with Legs!  One thing I have learned from that nut case is that, you don't respect me, I can guarantee that I will be giving back to you return!  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my happy pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5263857605671060527?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5263857605671060527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5263857605671060527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5263857605671060527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5263857605671060527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/didnt-know-language-warning.html' title='Didn&apos;t know? Language warning!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1163481424698133445</id><published>2010-06-03T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:40:04.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>fffffffreeezing!</title><content type='html'>I went to work today, I am inside and if you were to see me now, you would see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAgTATZMYVI/AAAAAAAAApo/MFtd404z2ZY/s1600/0511-0902-0302-2357_Cartoon_of_a_Cold_Duck_Shivering_with_Ice_on_His_Beak_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAgTATZMYVI/AAAAAAAAApo/MFtd404z2ZY/s400/0511-0902-0302-2357_Cartoon_of_a_Cold_Duck_Shivering_with_Ice_on_His_Beak_clipart_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478649842623078738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/suzanne/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1163481424698133445?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1163481424698133445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1163481424698133445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1163481424698133445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1163481424698133445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/fffffffreeezing.html' title='fffffffreeezing!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAgTATZMYVI/AAAAAAAAApo/MFtd404z2ZY/s72-c/0511-0902-0302-2357_Cartoon_of_a_Cold_Duck_Shivering_with_Ice_on_His_Beak_clipart_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6770157802129019755</id><published>2010-06-02T13:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:07:15.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack up'/><title type='text'>DUHHHH</title><content type='html'>Ok...I am following me and I can't figure out how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do some reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6770157802129019755?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6770157802129019755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6770157802129019755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6770157802129019755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6770157802129019755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/duhhhh.html' title='DUHHHH'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1135912980696282544</id><published>2010-06-02T11:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:11:36.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Quite a show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAaeR-Yd1aI/AAAAAAAAApY/nqJXe5xevoY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAaeR-Yd1aI/AAAAAAAAApY/nqJXe5xevoY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478240028383368610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispite his personal demons that he is fighting, I had a chance to meet and truly talk with a really fantastic children's writer Robert Munsch.  He has written so many books that touch the heart of many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is this little frame of a man with an infectious smile and soft spoken charm.  He actually takes the time to talk to you, to look right at you and to speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;I had my books signed by him and when he did so, he noticed the note that my mom put on the inside of one of them and commented to me that I must be more than just a daughter and that he would sign on the page after my moms note.  I found that quite touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once this man hit the stage, he transformed into this fascinating storyteller, the kind that puts you in a trance and you just can't look away.  He asked all sorts of kids to come up on stage to help him tell his stories.  He did two performances back to back and not one story was the same.  He was on stage for two hours telling stories about all sorts of things.  One story he told to a little girl in a wheelchair and after when she came up to get her books signed he posed for pictures with this little girl and her face, eventhough you knew she was mentally challenged, her face just lit up.  It was really cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get a chance to see Mr. Robert Munsch....do not hesitate...go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAaeuQFHAsI/AAAAAAAAApg/BO5rh2fcRHI/s1600/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAaeuQFHAsI/AAAAAAAAApg/BO5rh2fcRHI/s400/ppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478240514170356418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1135912980696282544?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1135912980696282544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1135912980696282544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1135912980696282544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1135912980696282544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/06/quite-show.html' title='Quite a show'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/TAaeR-Yd1aI/AAAAAAAAApY/nqJXe5xevoY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-126895915763945157</id><published>2010-05-31T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:46:22.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rotten to the Core'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><title type='text'>Speaking of small town...</title><content type='html'>I actually had this weekend off!!  Can you believe it?  I had so much to do.  I had laudry to wash, floors to sweep and mop.  Bedding to be changed, beds to be made, cooking to do, a dog to be brushed, vacuuming, and a Jockey party to attend on the Sunday...which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to. PLUS, my mom, aunt, cousin and her three kids are coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolled around and the morning was good with getting a few things done, that afternoon there was a slight, but fun change of plans.  Kiddo came over and we watched a movie together until her grandparents came back to pick her up.  When they showed up, we then went out for supper.  The evening I spent watching Letters from Iwo Jima....ho hum!  It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning rolled around and because I didn't get a few things done from Saturday, that had to be done, with the intensions that if I got all I needed to do in the house done, I would go to the Jockey Party.  The phone rings at 9:30 and its the hostess of the said party, Darlene.  Now, I only met this woman one other time and it was for a brief 15 minutes...which was at the last home party that I attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman asked me if I ws coming to the party...hmmm, ok a check up call, ok, when I told her that I would not be able to make it, she flipped like a switch.  What the Hell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rude, interrogating and guilt tripping me....excuse me, if you thought that I was going to attend, you are sadly mistaken...I am not...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't no, just be no?  Why at 39, do I still have to explain to someone, and someone whom I do not know well at all, that I am not attending a function?  If you said no to me, then that would be good enough, but to a stranger?  Then she told me that her daughter would be right there to pick me up....ummmm....NO.  Iwas stunned.  I stuttered and stammered, not knowing what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town mentallty, I don't know.  You don't want my money, fine.  You don't need it.  The last home party I went to in Veg with the "wives", I was also interrogated, I can see where they women would be interested in my background, but then to start in on Buster's ex wife and him, well, I just ignored them, bought nothing and got outta there!  I am guessing because they are unhappy in their home life, don't get out much but to their home parties, and have never left a town of 5800, they can't see the beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, is that I have been stung twice now by this group and I don't feel like sticking around for more.  I will go their family get togethers with Buster and Kiddo, but as a one on one "wives" basis, this chickie, has had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-126895915763945157?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/126895915763945157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=126895915763945157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/126895915763945157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/126895915763945157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/speaking-of-small-town.html' title='Speaking of small town...'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8048166165262184929</id><published>2010-05-27T15:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:32:58.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'>The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>The Long Weekend was vary trying for me this time.  I think its because I recognize so many disfunctions within my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of respect for others.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of time management.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of common sense and all round smarts.&lt;br /&gt;Excuses, excuses, excuses, and not to mention procrastination drives me to the point of wanting to strangle someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down there to get things done.  What I got was me and my 70 year old mother hammering, putting up fence, and moving horses.  It never changes when I go there. This time however, I told them all that if things truly don't change I won't be back.  Threats never seem to go over, so maybe actions will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to go out with a girlfriend for steak night on the Friday.  It was nice to connect with her and my other girlfriend Madge.  They are both childhood friends that I can't wait to see when I go home.  We all hook up and are talking like we've all had coffee the day before.  Madge and Red are MY girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is planning to go to Mexico to become a Scuba instructor, helping the tourists get their waterwings on and masks in place.  We were talking about getting sucked in to the "town gossip" row.  After being away for awhile and then coming back, you can see who the gossips are, who the narrowminded people are and who clicks with others.  Its funny to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you mention it to the "townies", they laugh and tell you, you are crazy, but really, they are.  They are in their own little world and have no intensions of ever venturing out and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins husband is one of them.  He can't see his anything "outside" his little bubble and if you mention other concepts or ideas, well, let's just say an arguement ensues and quite frankly, I don't have time for his ignorance that he has chosen for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at home, I made sure that all was in place for my doggie to come back with me.  After 6 Christmas' with my mom, I was finally able to bring Effie to her new home.  I am overjoyed to have her back with me.  Its like having your kid being looked after in a foster home.  Don't tell me that I don't know what its like cuz I don't have kids.  Its the same.  Everytime I left the farm without her, I cried.  I sent "child" support to mom for her every month, and made sure she had her shots and teeth looked at.  It's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Effie is back with me and so far, we have walked, played, walked and played some more.  I am not a dog person by any stretch.  I am a cat lover, but this damn dog took to me like white on rice, like stink on a monkey and she's been with me ever since.  She is my baby.  She is beautiful and I love her to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S_7kLQDrB7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/mZXAIx6k5PM/s1600/Effie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S_7kLQDrB7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/mZXAIx6k5PM/s400/Effie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476065078869166002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8048166165262184929?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8048166165262184929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8048166165262184929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8048166165262184929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8048166165262184929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-weekend.html' title='The Long Weekend'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S_7kLQDrB7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/mZXAIx6k5PM/s72-c/Effie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5227877454230154729</id><published>2010-05-19T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:19:35.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><content type='html'>Why is it when someone gets hurt I laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when someone bonks their head on something, or catches their foot in the door, or what really just slays me is when I see someone trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a tripper, I laugh so hard, I cry.  Even now, as I am posting this, I am giggling about watching Buster trip and stub his toe on the chair and go flying into the table....Im killing myself right now!  What's wrong with me....wait, I gotta wipe the tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't warn people either.  If they are doing something potentially dangerous, I will tell them, if you get hurt, I'm gonna laugh...they seem to be ok with it and when it happens, I tell them I told ya so and gut laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5227877454230154729?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5227877454230154729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5227877454230154729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5227877454230154729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5227877454230154729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3860171061158962487</id><published>2010-05-19T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:43:33.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting up</title><content type='html'>Still have the headache from lack of sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was host to a bed &amp;amp; breakfast again last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning 4am came early.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the bed &amp;amp; breakfast for the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gassed the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove 1.5 hours to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with the G-girl at 6 and then off to work for 6:30...am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was driving in to work, I noticed my posture.  Normally while driving, I sit back, one hand on the wheel and the other on the radio dial.  I bounce back from the 70's channel to the 80's channel.  Volume cranked, singing at the top of my lungs not caring if the passing vehicles see me belting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular morning, I was sitting upright, leaning into the steering wheel.  Eyes bugged open with the air conditioning blasting louder then the radio.  This particular morning I noticed the sky red, and grama's voice popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said:  Red sky at night, sailor's delight, red sky in morning, sailor's warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.  Let it rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular morning was different, felt different.  Not because it was bloody early, but it was so calm out.  It was peaceful.  I looked at the pastures while driving by noticing all the livestock.  All the animals lazy, sleeping, grazing.  The babies dopey and the water fowl vegging in the sloughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relaxed a little and the rest of the drive was very scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3860171061158962487?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3860171061158962487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3860171061158962487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3860171061158962487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3860171061158962487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/sitting-up.html' title='Sitting up'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8202126034041583633</id><published>2010-05-18T15:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:57:25.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>Days off</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a week...and its only Tuesday.  Now if I am correct the week begins on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well let's see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, one of two days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the day was good, the evening bad...Buster continues to roam the house...sleepwalking.  you can't argue with a sleepwalker cuz YOU LOSE!  I was fuming Monday morning.  They can call you all sorts of names, they can resist you from going back to bed, they can argue with you...knowing full well they won't remember....but I do!  Fuming, I go back to bed.  Fuming, I lie awake while sleepwalking beauty is now in bed snoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the law has been put in place.  I am now monitoring all that goes down the gullet after supper and before bedtime.  I am now monitoring what verbal events happen before bedtime.  This is crazy...sleeping beauty wakes up in the morning fresh as a daisy and I have the sleep deprived headache and two huge bags under my eyes and ZERO smiles in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday rolls around and Kiddo and I hang out together for day number 2.  All went really well...until we dropped her off with her "mother"....side note:  ANYONE can have a kid....anyone, but only special ones are mothers or special ones are fathers....and I gotta say, I havent run into too many special ones in my lifetime.  There is always some hiccup or glitch you see while looking in.  Guess that's why I havent dipped into that pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rant:  verbal diarreha of the mouth...not to be taken anyway by anyone as offensive, insulting or any thing else.  Its just something you gotta get off you chest.  It doesnt mean you are mad at the person you are ranting too.  Its part of communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, back at work and the benefit is on tonight for something that I am against.  I will be here long enough to see that all volunteers are here, then I am outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday a huge men`s conference...should be interesting...alot of testosterone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8202126034041583633?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8202126034041583633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8202126034041583633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8202126034041583633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8202126034041583633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/days-off.html' title='Days off'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1087139652312412078</id><published>2010-05-14T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:23:51.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Things that make ya go Hmmmmm.</title><content type='html'>Its already May 14th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did April and the first part of May go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last weekend of dance recital!  I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an event going on here next week at my work to help those in need over in Ecuador and Haiti and don't get me wrong I know they need help and I know this is a touchy subject but what about the homeless people on my block?  What about the homeless in our Country...hmmmm does the electric/heat bill get paid so there is a roof over everyone's head or do you get a few measely groceries to tie everyone over for another week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;750,000 in Haiti are homeless...How do I know the money that I donate is gonna get there?  I know for a fact that when I drop goods off at the local Salvation Army its gonna get to those people/families that are here in my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that its a good thing to help all the people out over in the other Countries but shouldn't we save our community members first?  Why can't more of the celebrities donate their millions?  I can only name a handfull that do, there may be more, but I don't hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel, Will. I . Am, Oprah, Angelina, Rod, Celine, huh, I can't think of anyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own problems deciding which bill to pay first!  Heat or food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thinking here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit overweight from winter storage ( I am an easy keeper)...maybe I will pay for the electric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1087139652312412078?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1087139652312412078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1087139652312412078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1087139652312412078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1087139652312412078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-make-ya-go-hmmmmm.html' title='Things that make ya go Hmmmmm.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7596164778633938168</id><published>2010-04-29T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:56:51.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High achievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>Brain song</title><content type='html'>My Brain Song today is sung by Ralph the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dance/music festival this song comes to mind....I hope that someting better comes along.&lt;br /&gt;I have had women waiting for me to clean up after their children.  Your kid throws up in the hallway...you clean it!&lt;br /&gt;You can't get here on time for rehearsal....change your clock to run ten minutes ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;You forget your things back stage and want to go on stage to go cback stage to get your things and its pitch black up there....go around...everyone else has to.&lt;br /&gt;You come and ask us for bobby pins, safety pins and hair spray...think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an interesting last few days and we finally went to the calendar for answers...yup.  Full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Buster came home and I do believe will be home for the next two weeks to seed.  I asked him just what all he seeds,  his answer can't be written.  I laughed and he then replied, Canola - formerly known as rape, Barley - also known as the beer maker and Wheat which everyone needs at the supper table....which reminds me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what it is called everywhere else in the world, but the standing debate/joke at the office is that I am redneck....I beg to differ, because I refer to the evening meal, the meal after work , the main meal you eat before bedtime as  "supper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, there is breakfast, brunch, dinner, lunch, supper and snack....then bed.&lt;br /&gt;Being raised ont he farm, where I hung out with my grama, who made the meals for the men winter or summer, spring or fall.  There was a schedule you followed...and the above listed is it for me and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough, I work with "former" farm kids who are now "citified"....please! (Snort)&lt;br /&gt;They continue to tell me that it is breakfast, morning snack, lunch, snack, dinner and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am going for dinner, they look at me funny as I walk out the door.  Really I would be going for lunch according to them....it all makes me giggle and I continue to argue and yank their chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Cuz I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my belated birthday prezzies from Buster....he did good.  I think I'll keep him a little while longer.  I have been wanting some nice hoop earrings...he came through...he also knows I like sparkly costume jewelry....he came through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  He is a keeper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7596164778633938168?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7596164778633938168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7596164778633938168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7596164778633938168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7596164778633938168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/brain-song.html' title='Brain song'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4833254549294914191</id><published>2010-04-23T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:58:48.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Our first....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S9ImykGyz0I/AAAAAAAAApI/g8J9CqM3lDY/s1600/obie+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S9ImykGyz0I/AAAAAAAAApI/g8J9CqM3lDY/s400/obie+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463471948081319746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is...our first baby this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Obie for two reasons....&lt;br /&gt;1). This year we are on the "o"s which means we have been breeding horses for 15 plus years. and this is the year of the "O".&lt;br /&gt;2). He is named Obie after my grandfather.  Our last name is Obal and when grapa was in the Canadian Army - Drill Sgt....Obie was grapas nickname. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ma Kettle he is pretty sweet and very tame.  Can't wait to meet him on May long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got news that three of my beloved horses are not well.  This baffles me as they were healthy as horses...if you pardon the pun, when I dropped them off at mom's last fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy, Bosley has string halt and my other two older mares are down on weight and if they don't pick up soon on the oats, oil and beet pulp, I will have to make some very, very tough decisions.  Decisions that I am not ready for yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosley has been with me since he was two and is now in his late twenties. We have been to many, many horse shows, winning left, right and center.   Jeannie has back and hip problems and is in her early twenties.  She too, is a show horse.  She has taken me to many a championship as well.  I broke her as a two year old for a neighbour and after I spent a month with her, he then sold her, I found out to who (now I know why she has back and hip problems) and about 5 years later was able to buy her back and she has been with me ever since.  Tuffy is in her early thirties and has been with us for many years.  We bought her from the States...Montana, I do believe....she is my mom's trail horse and has given us many a foal and many years of pleasure in the bush and along the creek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches thinking about the future deeds.  I am heading home May long weekend and with the Equine Massage Therapy under my belt, I am hoping to help them all out.  Doing this type of work in the winter is useless.  The cold just makes them tense up again and makes things worse.  Best just to leave well enough alone til it warms up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horses are my best friends.  They have helped me overcome sadness.  They have brought me hours and hours of enjoyment, happiness and laughter.  I trust them with my life.  I honestly can't say that about people.  Mind you,  horses I can read better than anything.  People...not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without those four legged creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4833254549294914191?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4833254549294914191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4833254549294914191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4833254549294914191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4833254549294914191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-first.html' title='Our first....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S9ImykGyz0I/AAAAAAAAApI/g8J9CqM3lDY/s72-c/obie+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8607654440581781603</id><published>2010-04-18T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:15:38.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Mmmmm Bop - Brain song</title><content type='html'>The other day while I ws driving to work....1.5 hours one way...and I like the drive.  I was thinking to myself....as I often do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to hear Roger Miller sing Pendulum Swings...I had the urge to flip the station and holy crap!  The song was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I thought I would try it again.  Mmmm Bop of all songs popped into my head and I turned the radio on and I scared myself...it ws playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the ride home, I thought I would get a chuckle and turn to Blue Collar Radio.  Ron White would really pick me up.  Good grief!  He was on the radio talking about Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times it's happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volume hasnt turned up on its own for quite some time now but I thought it was kinda cool how a song pops into mythoughts and be damned if it isn't on playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna try it again tonight when I head home from work...see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8607654440581781603?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8607654440581781603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8607654440581781603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8607654440581781603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8607654440581781603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmmm-bop-brain-song.html' title='Mmmmm Bop - Brain song'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5433788575968293166</id><published>2010-04-18T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:55:01.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>Not fitting in</title><content type='html'>I'm finding new struggles all the time with this "ready made" family that I have just joined.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wouldn't be easy, but didn't think I would "see" things this fast either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that I am left out alot of times.  I don't think its on purpose just not thinking outside the box on their part.  Like "Fairy Mae is working until 5 can we get together after that for that coffee?", or watching a movie together in another room while I am in the other.  I feel like I am intruding alot of times.  I just need to be asked is all.  Maybe I should be the one asking?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some help here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch supernanny till I am blue in the face, but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can cook the suppers, make the beds and do the laundry but not truly share together time with the three of us afterwards.  I am outside looking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I am an only child and don't know how to participate in family time?  I don't know what boundaries I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that bed time should not be asked with a question but rather said with a statement.  "Do you want to go to bed?"  What 5 year old in their right mind is gonna say "yes"!  Instead of "bedtime in 5 minutes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that when a child is hungry they will tell you rather then you asking them every ten minutes if they are and the answer the same as before..."no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many things but am scared to say for fear of an arguement.  I am no child rearer, but I do see what is wrong and what is right.  My mom and grand parents instilled morals and respect into me.  I get it.  I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I feel the most that makes me sad is lack of participation or even credit given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Easter when Buster was sick and kiddo and I went to grams and gramps house, when it was time to fill our plates, I knew enough that kids went first.  I got Kiddo's plate and went up and she came with, helping and telling me what she wanted and didn't want.  It was when Auntie came along to take the plate from ME to fill Kiddo's plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I look like I didn't know what I was doing?  Hell ya, I knew what I was doing!  Kiddo knew too!  She took my defence...a 5 year old put Auntie in her place.  I chuckled under my breath.  "I am a mom and its just natural" she said....thanks lady, that makes me feel better!  Now I look like an idiot infront of 20 people.  Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sittting on the couch as a child watching a brood of children fight, play and tease each other while I watched and observed.  It fascinated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I see this as an adult, it makes me feel left out.  It makes me feel like a reject.  Like I am not worthy of fitting in to "their" routine.  I am only there for chores.  Like a maid, a house servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its only the beginning but, holy moley, it's gotta get better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5433788575968293166?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5433788575968293166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5433788575968293166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5433788575968293166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5433788575968293166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-fitting-in.html' title='Not fitting in'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3324644286627638734</id><published>2010-04-18T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:05:24.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Never assume my friends, in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unsure....ask.  That is the best sure fire way to not have someone mad, hurt or disappointed at/in you.  There are so many types of communication now a days that there is just no excuse for it anymore.  None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty black and white to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3324644286627638734?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3324644286627638734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3324644286627638734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3324644286627638734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3324644286627638734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8541454275683577358</id><published>2010-04-06T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:30:32.707-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Oh dear....</title><content type='html'>So, Festival is not going as planned.  I won't be there....at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instead, am having company and am looking quite forward to it as I have not seen these treasured friends in months...so welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping we can head into Edmontus and hit the Mayfield Inn for Dial M for Murder on the Friday night or Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is fairly clean, but the main thing is that the beds are made and they are clean and fresh as a daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I really did enjoy my first Easter with the "new" family.  Buster gets frustrated with the fam sometimes, but then, who doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun to colour Easter eggs with little kids.  Buster's daughter is going to be 5 soon and it has been fun so far.  There has been a few bumps but nothing that can't be smoothed out.  She has a great sense of humour like her dad and that is fun for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the eggs and decorating jars and helping do her hair, get her dressed and yes, even running the water for the bath is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster and the rug rat are gone now for two weeks and holy crap is it gonna be quiet.  Can't wait to bring Effie, my dog home so we can pass the time together until the two week stints are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week is once again busy with work/performances...so off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8541454275683577358?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8541454275683577358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8541454275683577358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8541454275683577358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8541454275683577358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3236536558449724523</id><published>2010-04-04T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:11:07.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Sicko Easter</title><content type='html'>The Easter has not been the greatest.  It's been nice but I have had better.  Being put into a "step mom" roll has and is an adjustment for me.  I have to watch what I say.  I have to share.  I have to have patience.  I can do this, but I also need some encouragement from the other end as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been a test and right at the moment the two people who I have busted my ass for, the two sickos are right at this moment watching a movie together.  After, I have cooked meals, cleaned up vomit, washed bacteria infested bedding, clean bacteria infested floors, tubs and cooked "light" meals for two terribly sensitive stomachs, I now am the outcast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to watch a new movie that the Easter Bunny brought, which I might add, I was that bunny!  They are in the bedroom, both laying on the bed, engrossed in the frog prince or whatever the damn thing is called.  I was in the living room watching Celebrity Apprentice.  I may have turned off the TV or said ya, sure lets watch it....but I was never asked.  So, here I am mulling over my next course of action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Buster said do you want to watch with us, when I poked my head in to the bedroom to see where they were and what they were doing, but come on....the movie was already on and the bed is a twin....clearly, the outsider, the maid, stays on the out side....this is not the first time....I'm guessing won't be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too sensitive here, maybe, but the invite when the movie was decided to go on would have been nice right from the start....it's ok.  I will carry on and finish the laundry, and go to my room and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yet another holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is it really a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought not.  Just another Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3236536558449724523?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3236536558449724523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3236536558449724523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3236536558449724523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3236536558449724523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/sicko-easter.html' title='Sicko Easter'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3180110307751228238</id><published>2010-04-01T12:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:13:55.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Colours'/><title type='text'>HSP</title><content type='html'>For years, I have been told that I am over sensitive.  That I take things too personal.  That I take things to heart, that I am an overthinker.  Believe me, I know this.  I am fully aware of these "flaws" that I possess.  This is not fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have close family and friends that tell me this on a regular basis.  I KNOW that I am over sensitive...stop reminding me.  Remind yourself instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with someone last week.  Someone that is like me.  This person and I have become pretty good friends and we chat about our "flaws" quite a bit.  I had a light bulb moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me realize that I am a highly sensitive person and that I should recognize and embrace my personal characteristics, or my "flaws". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize and am affected by a persons mood or aura, well before they even do.  I recognize the slightest movements or gestures before the other person realizes they are doing it.  I recognize tones in the other persons voice before they ever do.  I am a highly sensitive to loud noises and startly very, very easily.  I get overwhelmed very easliy and need a "time out" in order to think things over and to regroup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People misunderstand me at times when I become quiet and withdraw.  It's not that I am mad, angry or afraid.  I am really just assessing the situation and deciding my next course of action and how I should handle it.  Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overthink a situation and then assume it is my fault, I worry.  Guess that's  why I have an ulcer.  I work well by myself so I am not scrutinized by others.  I know family and friends and yes even Buster get impatient with me, but, I already have you, all of you, figured out well before you even know you do.  After these "flaws" of mine were pointed out to me and was given material to read about it, it made so much sense to me.  These "flaws" really aren't a flaw at all but rather a gift that I could use to my advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am.  I can not change this.  Try as I might.  I just can't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me. &lt;br /&gt;You will keep this in mind. &lt;br /&gt;If you care about me. &lt;br /&gt;You will have patience with me as I do with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3180110307751228238?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3180110307751228238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3180110307751228238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3180110307751228238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3180110307751228238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/04/hsp.html' title='HSP'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8631552332573537705</id><published>2010-03-26T10:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:35:00.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Year of Me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been on the internet for about a week or more.  It has been so crazy at work and at home.  Moving, dance festivals, inter-office fights....WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Person that I hate is being an ass....again...surprise, surprise...just when I was ready for him too and the buggar backed down.  Ahhh there will be a next time, I am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for Full Length Theatre Festival  in April.  I was going to try to get to my Chiropractic Equine Course in May but that's not going to happen so hopefully in the fall I'll be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that money is tight.  I'm just not sure where its going to be allocated.  What Buster wants me to pay for and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however, going to go in May to pick up my four legged kid from my mom.  I am so excited to get my baby back.  She has been living with my mom for 5 Christmas' and now...now I can have her back.  I have missed her so much.  I am hoping Buster and Dee will love her and accept her.  Buster also wants.....now Wilma, Bruno...don't bug him about this....but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you saw correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster had one as a kid and now wants another...two dogs...thats ok.  I am happy with that.  Its kinda lonely when he is gone for two weeks at a time.  The hampster and the fish don't hang out with me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Goddaughter  came down on the weekend.  They spent the night at the new house.  They attended the Gala with me, eventhough I couldn't be with them very much.  I think they enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one of my cast members (who is going to apprentice at Full Length) who has it in his head that he is going to be a famous actor.  He was our understudy for the play.  This little guy has a heart of gold but is very disillusioned.  He came from out East to find his calling!  Acting!  In....the Border Town?  Ummmm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he is going to attend Full Length Festival as an apprentice...because according to him all actors start out on stage then head to Vancouver, then get an acting job, then make it big.  I don't have the heart to tell him that it just doesn't happen that way.  That when they say don't call us, we'll call you...they mean it.  That when they say you are not for the part, they mean it and when they say, you got the part, if you are not a principle actor, the pay is crap and you need another job to support the "acting career".  He is such an intense person too.  He gives it his all at everything.  Take a guess as to how old this guy is.  When I finally asked him how old he was, I nearly fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting to see him there, to see him interact...no pun intended with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance season is upon me here at work.  Its is Ukrainian Dance this weekend.  Next weekend its just your regular ole jazz hands and tap along with ballet, hip hop...if you could call it hip hop....most of the hip hop ladies are a bunch of overweight girls trying to be someone they ARE NOT!  It's tragically funny.  I mean good for them, but oh dear!  To sit and watch them do the head whip and the butt bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8631552332573537705?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8631552332573537705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8631552332573537705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8631552332573537705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8631552332573537705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/yikes-i-have-not-been-on-internet-for.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3120072157886632116</id><published>2010-03-18T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:46:53.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Change is good.</title><content type='html'>This weekend is the big play.  The Hound of the Baskervilles.  Last night was a gawd awful rehearsal.  My two vetran actors didnt know their cues to come on stage....GAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sabotage is in the works with my stage manager and the lighting tech...he is the one that I hate!  Am I surprised?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage manager decided to cut one of my songs and just go with thunder and lighting....ummm let's see....will I do this again...ya probably but with a couple of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3120072157886632116?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3120072157886632116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3120072157886632116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3120072157886632116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3120072157886632116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8794158822079425260</id><published>2010-03-11T16:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:36:26.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'>New things</title><content type='html'>New Haircut...and I mean CUT! +&lt;br /&gt;New Vehicle +&lt;br /&gt;New Living Arrangements! +&lt;br /&gt;New All-Ready-Made Family +&lt;br /&gt;New Fish. +&lt;br /&gt;New Outlook on Life =&lt;br /&gt;New Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8794158822079425260?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8794158822079425260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8794158822079425260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8794158822079425260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8794158822079425260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-things.html' title='New things'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1761124660872341069</id><published>2010-03-10T09:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:20:57.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>I See.</title><content type='html'>I see the Film Society is having a screening on Meet Me in St. Louis.  That is one of my favourite musicals.  I would have to say that my all time favourite is Oliver Twist.  The one with Oliver Reed playing Bill Sykes with his dog Bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even recite lines from that movie let alone singing the songs in top volume.  "What?! You want MORE!!!?"  I love the costumes.  I actually can still lose myself and all aspects of time when that movie is on.  I get tunnel vision and thats it, I tune out all other sounds around me and sit on the floor and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favourites isn't a moive but a sitcom.  Three's Comany.  I have watched it soooo many times that I too can recite lines.  I am at the moment compiling all recipies ever mentioned on the show hoping that one day, I can publish a Three's Company Cookbook.  Ahhh, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Being Served? and Keeping up Appearances are also favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-Team and Alf rank up there too.  I remember writing a story in Grade 8 English.  I loved English.  I always did so well in that class....but anyway, I wrote a story about The G-Team and their adventures.  I also remember getting an F because it wasn't original!  Original my ass!  It was a story that came out of my head but the G Team were a bunch of  karate kickin' teenage girls..then out came Ninja Turtles....go figure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ahead of my time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1761124660872341069?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1761124660872341069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1761124660872341069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1761124660872341069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1761124660872341069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-see.html' title='I See.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-793965067375842188</id><published>2010-03-05T14:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:20:57.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><title type='text'>A great day.</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for alot of things today.  One being a Friday, which means I got through another week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, is packing my vehicle yet again with belongs that are going to a new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, the interview with the paper went off well, so well that the other paper wants an interview as well as one of the radio stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, the weather has been amazing.  One of my friends even spotted a gopher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five,  my clothes are starting to fit again and I can actually see an hour glass figure taking shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-793965067375842188?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/793965067375842188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=793965067375842188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/793965067375842188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/793965067375842188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-day.html' title='A great day.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-2732134507524129478</id><published>2010-03-04T11:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:18:36.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'>Brings me back</title><content type='html'>I am going on a web networking brown bag dinner today.  I haven't had a brown bag dinner in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, just to even find a brown bag is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ham on white packed and some banana bread with a can of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember grade 8 especially bringing bagged lunches to school.  I also remember grade 1 bagged lunches too.  My mom used to get so embarrassed by what I took in grade 1.  I loved and still love raw weiners.  The Harvest weiner is THEE best wiener.  Raw or cooked.  Mom would ask me what I wanted for dinner and always the same was said.  "Cold wieners and bread and butter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 8 was cold hamburgers and large milk for dinner.  Two of them to be exact, scarfed them down and then off to Dodge Ball or Murder Ball.  I ate cold burgers everyday back then...its different now.  My mom would give me a bad time about that too.  By then I was packing my own lunch.  She was good about never forcing me to take a fruit or vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, vegetables are a thing I can not go without.  Thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 12 we would pile into the shaggin' wagon and head to the local Chinese Restaurant for fries and gravy!   Who knew!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to me session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, the bagged lunch never will be forgotten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-2732134507524129478?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2732134507524129478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=2732134507524129478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2732134507524129478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/2732134507524129478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/brings-me-back.html' title='Brings me back'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-4007437164524173150</id><published>2010-03-03T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:37:59.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well</title><content type='html'>Well, we are graced with the one that I hate's presence again.  He is back.  He did bring us presents. from the Olympics.  Nice of him really....this makes me nervous.  He has been very talkie to me too.  Although, he has to be since he is helping me with the play.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked by the College to direct a play for them!  I am kind of excited about this as they are wanting to pay me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a professional director?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may go to my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a  workout boot camp with one of the box office gurus and it has been going well.  I have been losing the poundage by leaps and bounds and the guru, well, I didn't think she needed to lose weight at all.  We have been logging our progress and have another 10 weeks to go.  My aim is 2 pounds a week...wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move is going realther well.  I am however, stressing out with all that needs to be done and having company isn't helping my stress level.  I am welcoming the company but the timing absolutely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a note under my door of when the landlord wants to do an inspection of the apartment.  I have to book a cleaning lady cuz there is no way with the March schedule at work, that I will have time to clean!  I have friends and family showing up to an almost empty apartment on the 19-21 and the cleaning lady comes on the 23rd!  I have just two beds, a futon and a queen left in the apartment.  The only other option I have is to have all the company drive an extra hour and some to the house, where there are beds, food and drink.  ARRGGHHH!  My timing needs work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-4007437164524173150?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4007437164524173150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=4007437164524173150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4007437164524173150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/4007437164524173150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-222255816670405635</id><published>2010-03-02T10:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:36:21.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work on it.'/><title type='text'>Getting closer</title><content type='html'>It echos in the apartment now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was unpacking the kitchenware in Buster's place, our place,  I ran across many things that I have missed.  When I was in the apartment, I never did any baking or real great cooking.  I just did the basics.  Kraft dinner and sausages and so forth.  No roasts, or not many that's for sure.   I ran across my cheese cake forms, my muffin tins, my pan that I use only for roasting garlic in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind it brought back all these great smells that were a comfort to me years ago.  I am hoping that I can find them again in the real kitchen.  Not just in my mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the comfort smells that grama made in the kitchen, like home made chocolate cake with chocolate mint icing.  Auntie Tyna's Chocolate Cookies, my Mom's roasted chicken with stuffing, potatoes and sour cream gravy.  My turtle cake with choclate gnache.  The great barb-q season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a new start with Buster, one that I am looking forward to.  He is kind, funny, considerate (well, most of the time)!  He makes me laugh. For once in a long, long, long time I am I am looking forward to what the future brings with the three of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the first time in many years since I haven't felt like fleeing, felt like I should just disappear and make sure no one finds me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends, a great job and a great partner...and a pretty good family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-222255816670405635?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/222255816670405635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=222255816670405635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/222255816670405635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/222255816670405635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-closer.html' title='Getting closer'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8725250627011146544</id><published>2010-03-01T13:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:01:20.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>What would your mother say....</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe that drama that went on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work Saturday night because a very well known Canadian singer and his band were going to be here with proceeds going to a AAA Bantams Girls Hockey Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 4pm and the band was to come in at 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can handle most things, but then after I have had enough, I start to get rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was to go on at 7:30pm.  They wanted the cheque first and refused to go on until then.  The girls hockey team played a game that night and the man who booked this lovely band was their head coach AND at the game.  We had to track him down and he physically had to give them the cheque.....strike 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two groupie girls with them who felt the need to light up in the NON SMOKING ANYTHING room.  Our stage manager went back stage and told them to butt out.  Take the weed outside please...strike 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During intermission they had to be told yet again, take the weed outside to smoke....and where are and why are there bottlecaps littered everywhere back stage...do they know what a garbage can is for?...strike 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after intermission was over, the house went back in and the audience waited in the dark for about 15 minutes....why?....Oh because Mr. Man had to finish smoking his "cigarette". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone was waiting in the dark for Mr. Smoke man to finish...the bottle caps continued to breed....everywhere you looked there was more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, my boss and I decided to go "clean" the green room.  The relax room.  The room was a mess....what was happening was Mr. Smoke man would open a bottle of beer, pop off the lid and let it fall where it may.  That held true with the chips, the salsa, the fruit...they were pigs!  The man and his band are pot heads and drunks.  Needless to say, this is the last time they will perform for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were trying to clean it up, they milled around in the room....were they ever going to leave?  They have hotel rooms....finally I had  enough and my parting words to them were "ok guys, I love you dearly, but get out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Mr. Man's mom say if she knew this is how her son carried on?  What would she say if she knew that this is how he does things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He performed here about 4 years ago and from what our back stage crew said was that from then to now...he is a very different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed in the fact that I really liked this guys music.  I enjoyed singing his song infront of a crowd at the "Back to You" pilot.  I cranked the volume knob on the radio when he came on, but he and his band have ruined it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I can think about are a bunch of primadonna's and their groupies, booze and drugs.  Now, all I can think about is having to wait on this guy to finish his weed before he would go on leaving 500 plus people in the dark wondering where he was.  Now, all I can think about is standing there by the table where he was signing autographs for happy people who think he is the greatest thing since sliced bread and all he and his band are, are stoners.  That they have to perform on stage under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Jim Morrison and all those guys did it too...they are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I have been disappointed by a performer from what I have seen going on back stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8725250627011146544?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8725250627011146544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8725250627011146544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8725250627011146544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8725250627011146544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-your-mother-say.html' title='What would your mother say....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1682613031201463059</id><published>2010-02-27T11:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:04:31.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Party'/><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Ahh, it has been quite a learning experience moving into another Province that for me is only 2 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This WILL BE my last move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paperwork that goes with it is absolutely ridiculous and it shows me really how lax we are in Saskatchewan if someone moves into the Province.  Trying to get into Alberta or to be a resident there,  is like trying to get back into Canada from a vacation abroad!  Its insane!!!  You might as well go through a pat down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we have everything straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I have started packing to move....I have realized that I have alot of crap, ummm, I mean stuff!  That I really do use.  Really Buster, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I have loaded up the new little vehicle and when Bruno, Wilma, Ruthie Tuesday and Katie-did come to visit close to the end of this month, well, there will just be the basics here.  A table, beds, and a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This buy the way is the new little Utility Car, I bought....with the help of Buster!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me say, that it can sure pack alot of "stuff" in it.  That little vehicle has in it oodles of bags, a bookcase, a plant stand, an end table, scads of bedding, table cloths, breakables, DVD's , oh a stereo, and I can't think what else I put in there, but that baby is packed right to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a nifty little tool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4lrw5h2z6I/AAAAAAAAApA/gTWYRM6B3Zg/s1600-h/100_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4lrw5h2z6I/AAAAAAAAApA/gTWYRM6B3Zg/s400/100_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443000112474673058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1682613031201463059?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1682613031201463059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1682613031201463059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1682613031201463059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1682613031201463059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4lrw5h2z6I/AAAAAAAAApA/gTWYRM6B3Zg/s72-c/100_1186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5689366103480760642</id><published>2010-02-26T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:30:35.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><title type='text'>Ode to the Smurf Mobile.....</title><content type='html'>I say good bye to my little blue car,&lt;br /&gt;its has seen me through, blizzards, rainstorms, dust storms and the odd bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little car has been with me through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;and even a major film it's been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me from one end of the Province to the other,&lt;br /&gt;and has even been drivin by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced all emotions while being with you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope the new owner will love you as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss you my little blue friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5689366103480760642?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5689366103480760642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5689366103480760642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5689366103480760642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5689366103480760642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-smurf-mobile.html' title='Ode to the Smurf Mobile.....'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7712294844497830801</id><published>2010-02-24T14:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:05:00.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion please...'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Green</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get all my ducks in a row.  I am trying to get my Saskatchewan license turned into an Alberta one.  I am trying to stop payments on my Sask. marker on the car and get all transferred to the Alberta car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be eventually turning all I know into red but my heart and mind will always be GREEN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, white, fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am betraying my Province eventhough I will only be an hour away.  I will be one hour closer to Edmontonstrous and an extra hour away from my beloved Toon Town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an Albertan, Im a Saskatchewanian!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens.  When people ask where I live, I will tell them, but will always add " but I'm from the Saskatchewan/Manitoba border".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always bleed green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7712294844497830801?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7712294844497830801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7712294844497830801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7712294844497830801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7712294844497830801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/bleeding-green.html' title='Bleeding Green'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-542778514711550155</id><published>2010-02-23T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:20:39.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>The Funnies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4SM6Fn-vBI/AAAAAAAAAo4/blbZ4gWmrE4/s1600-h/00197-daily-cartoons-fly-wings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4SM6Fn-vBI/AAAAAAAAAo4/blbZ4gWmrE4/s400/00197-daily-cartoons-fly-wings.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441629179340569618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-542778514711550155?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/542778514711550155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=542778514711550155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/542778514711550155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/542778514711550155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/funnies.html' title='The Funnies!!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/S4SM6Fn-vBI/AAAAAAAAAo4/blbZ4gWmrE4/s72-c/00197-daily-cartoons-fly-wings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-6849854117534370997</id><published>2010-02-23T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:12:55.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy Dinah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10,000 mark has been hit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-6849854117534370997?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6849854117534370997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=6849854117534370997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6849854117534370997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/6849854117534370997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!!'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-1730960148466222667</id><published>2010-02-23T09:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:22:23.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>How come?</title><content type='html'>I got into work today and the boss sent out an "Atta boy" to Rod-Nick the Stage Manager as he has been working really hard lately due to the $60,000.00 dimmer lights crashing and us having to order new ones as well as the production of the play in full swing not to mention the performances being done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the person that I hate got the update by email of the atta boy and called work.  Now we must remember that the person that I hate is in Vancouver being the spot light man.  Anyway....he was CHOKED that Rod-Nick got a note of thanks on the newsletter that was sent out to at least 350 people!  Hahahahaha.....that  really got his goat!  He was sooo angry, the F-bombs were flying everywhere.  He went on about how he does this and this and this and never gets any thanks.  But we must remember too that the world DOES revolve around him and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we at  work, got a big kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will be the straw that breaks his back and he quits this time...one can only hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-1730960148466222667?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1730960148466222667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=1730960148466222667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1730960148466222667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/1730960148466222667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/babbling-revoked.html' title='How come?'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-37593131957240937</id><published>2010-02-23T07:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:55:13.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>The Car.</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided on a Ford Escape. Its gets a little less than my car but its higher off the ground and I can put things in the back like feed, saddles etc. when I go somewhere.  I'm not sure if I am excited yet. Until I actually make my first payment without holding my breath then I will be happy.  That way, I know its actually mine, the paperwork has gone through and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when I pick it up, but what I find most humiliating is that at 38, I needed a consignor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever, ever, depend on someone so much that you have nothing when the shit hits the fan and your out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consignor!  I'm grateful that Buster stepped up to help me out but WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-37593131957240937?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/37593131957240937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=37593131957240937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/37593131957240937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/37593131957240937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/car.html' title='The Car.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-5515442276648085764</id><published>2010-02-23T07:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:46:25.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Can't help it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't judge a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the things I do.  It's called Cultural Anthropology.  I can reflect afterward and change it for the next time though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the fact that when a person says "we", talking about two people and there is a third in the room, makes you feel like a third wheel.  I need to be invited and to feel like "we" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help asking where you are in an empty house when it's only me I hear.  If you can find my dad ask him why he left us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the fact you don't like change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always thought change was a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-5515442276648085764?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5515442276648085764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=5515442276648085764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5515442276648085764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/5515442276648085764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-help-it.html' title='Can&apos;t help it.'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-7369701576070372743</id><published>2010-02-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:35:11.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>Awww...</title><content type='html'>We have performance here tonight at work and for helping out with hospitality in the green room, I was given....eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read it here first my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-7369701576070372743?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7369701576070372743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=7369701576070372743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7369701576070372743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/7369701576070372743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/awww.html' title='Awww...'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-3541619177010979971</id><published>2010-02-19T10:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:01:41.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What gives?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of all things'/><title type='text'>Boot Camp and other things...</title><content type='html'>The girls and I have started boot camp last week.  After the little excursion to Mexico, I had gained even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!  I have been at it for 4 days....the bad thing is NO ALCOHOL  for the next 12 weeks, and this week, I really could have used a shot or two, especially yesterday and so far even today yet and its only morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move my belongings from the ex's on Saturday and in the process I managed to scare the bejiggers out of Buster by having a metal breakdown....  I think I am back on track again, thank Goodness for the happy pills.  Thank the Good Lord for Buster.  I am truly blessed to have him in my life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous about going out there on Saturday to pick up my stuff.  I am renting a Uhaul van and that has got me nervous more than anything.  I'm hoping I can handle driving it.  The drive is two and so hours one way, which means 4+ hours driving time...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I got into a car accident and the girl who crashed into me doesn't want to go through her insurance.  I filed a police report and went to my insurance and this afternoon I have a meetingwith her and her mom.  The autobody people say the damage may be worth more than the car....I'm not impressed.  Im ok, just a little stiff.  It was nothing like the Presidential Rollover I had with Bruno a few years back.  But the same time, its a real pain in the ass to get all my bases covered.  Like booking an appointment to get the car appraised for damage, then booking the autobody and having a rental car while mine either gets fixed OR buy a new one, if it gets written off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been busy with shows, rehearsals and meetings.  I am looking forward to next week when things calm down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have gin and tonic please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-3541619177010979971?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3541619177010979971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=3541619177010979971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3541619177010979971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/3541619177010979971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/boot-camp-and-other-things.html' title='Boot Camp and other things...'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27321713.post-8689975889648895855</id><published>2010-02-11T10:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:17:03.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in the life of Fairy Mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'>Drama and Soup</title><content type='html'>Had a wee bit of drama at the hell job yesterday.  It seems that the company changed the policy on part time workers...which includes me, that if you don't work more than two days in a row, you don't get your staff discount.  My lovely manager made it so that I would work every second day last month, which in retrospect I should have know this was coming and then this month got one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crock!  You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few words with the district manager, told her I was tired of being the nice guy and we all know where they end up! and told her I was stooping to her and the managers level and quit.  Told them to find someone from now on who will drop what they are doing at work to go help out at the second job when they are a man down.  Yup!  I used to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry but disappointed yet again in the manager anddistrict manager.  Why can't they grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I no longer have to worry about it and actually feel a weight lift off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been asked to be a soup judge here at the college.  I am looking forward to it since I am an awseom soup maker myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my mom and grama to thank for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to have no breakfast and to bring my appetite which is exactly what I am going to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yadda, Yadda..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27321713-8689975889648895855?l=the-cloisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8689975889648895855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27321713&amp;postID=8689975889648895855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8689975889648895855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27321713/posts/default/8689975889648895855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cloisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-and-soup.html' title='Drama and Soup'/><author><name>Fairy Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T-GlJQVI_H8/R_UyKMl42AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRdeDaxedBI/S220/Estranjo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
