<?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-18042724</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:47.723-06:00</updated><category term='strife'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Pale Buddha</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a self-aware but slightly disjointed man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-4757207743386365806</id><published>2007-05-15T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:11:01.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the last little while, I've been hangin' on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=528536932"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and I gotta say, it's cooler than I expected.  A lot of people are on there and I can keep in touch with some friends from the old days.  I'm really likin' it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm having a difficult time right now.  I miss my daughter (I haven't seen her in a couple months but I get to see her Sunday - finally), I'm anxious about my mom and dad, I'm having a hard time with my arthritis in this job and I seem to have some sort of GI thing going on right now.  That's my whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we await the news of the latest Middleton as Lynn is due any day now. (much love sweetie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love&lt;br /&gt;PB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-4757207743386365806?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/4757207743386365806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=4757207743386365806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/4757207743386365806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/4757207743386365806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-last-little-while-ive-been-hangin.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-7715623449612528944</id><published>2007-04-24T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:48:58.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I have to admit: when I saw that &lt;a href="http://quackquackquak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teri&lt;/a&gt; had linked me, I quickly scanned my archives.  I'm not sure what I was looking for but I know her mom reads her blog so it follows that she may then come here and I didn't want to offend her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find some &lt;a href="http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-fcking-kidding-me.html"&gt;naughty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-i-sit-here-trying-valiantly-to.html"&gt;language&lt;/a&gt; but overall I think I write a fairly clean blog so I was glad that I exceeded my own expectations.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is out of the ICU and into a regular room.  Her spirits are better and I think she is truly recovering.  Thanks to everyone who sent their prayers and energy to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-7715623449612528944?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/7715623449612528944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=7715623449612528944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/7715623449612528944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/7715623449612528944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-i-have-to-admit-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-7075227382630407186</id><published>2007-04-13T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:35:08.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>War.&lt;br /&gt;Just what the f*** IS it good for?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2007/04/13/children-ombudsman.html?ref=rss"&gt;This will break your heart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; peace&lt;br /&gt;PB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-7075227382630407186?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/7075227382630407186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=7075227382630407186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/7075227382630407186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/7075227382630407186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/04/war.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-5296857090995567245</id><published>2007-04-11T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:34:38.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick.  I was gonna whine about it but since my mom could pretty much die any day now I thought it might be in bad taste.  Thank you to everyone who sent positive thoughts my way.  I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the feeling I get from those prayers, anyone who knows me knows how &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/11/AR2007041100871.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;PB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-5296857090995567245?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/5296857090995567245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=5296857090995567245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/5296857090995567245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/5296857090995567245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-931713339132293668</id><published>2007-04-04T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:34:17.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a hell of a year so far.  I'm probably at the lowest point emotionally I've been in years.  Any positive energy would be appreciated.  I'll be OK, no need to worry but things are really heavy right now with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reconnected with my son and he is planning to get together with the family this weekend so that's cool.  My mom is still in the hospital so she won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any prayers from these guys.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2fUyJQgRuM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;  has nothing to do with God (watch all 7 parts if you can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds. answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them."&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore,"&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine -age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her."&lt;br /&gt;Bethany - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget,"&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-931713339132293668?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/931713339132293668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=931713339132293668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/931713339132293668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/931713339132293668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-hell-of-year-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-1835641569274308055</id><published>2007-03-27T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:04:15.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/index.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stupidtester.com/images/stupid.php?val=d0402071014909e2" alt="StupidTester.com says I'm 0% Stupid! How stupid are you? Click Here!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so smart, I am so smart  &lt;br /&gt;S-M-R-T... I mean S-M-A-R-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-1835641569274308055?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/1835641569274308055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=1835641569274308055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/1835641569274308055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/1835641569274308055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-smart-i-am-so-smart-s-m-r-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-135594050750959414</id><published>2007-01-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:20:24.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a great Holiday.  Teri and I took the girls up to Teri's parent's house and we all had a blast.  I got to see Danielle (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BvwayAbFFNA/RaQzk15PiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zTYL_xbtPYQ/s1600-h/dani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BvwayAbFFNA/RaQzk15PiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zTYL_xbtPYQ/s320/dani2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192592833054978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Andrew in months and I miss him.  If anyone sees him, send him my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cockeyed.com/inside/goldschlager/goldschlager.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourdailymedia.com/media/1168179461/Spoilt_Brat"&gt;The anti-Buddha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-135594050750959414?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/135594050750959414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=135594050750959414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/135594050750959414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/135594050750959414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-great-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BvwayAbFFNA/RaQzk15PiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zTYL_xbtPYQ/s72-c/dani2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-114798136229439177</id><published>2006-05-18T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:42:42.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Love</title><content type='html'>Today is Teri's 30th birthday and I get to spend it with her and the girls.  This entry is for you sweetheart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you have given me.  You have connected with my heart and I thank the universe every day for allowing me to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with love, acceptance and peace and I love you immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 70 more birthdays together and an eternity together in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my world.&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-114798136229439177?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/114798136229439177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=114798136229439177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/114798136229439177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/114798136229439177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy Birthday My Love'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-114610388764134792</id><published>2006-04-26T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:11:27.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, how ya been?</title><content type='html'>Ok, OK, it's been a while since I updated here but I'm back (and this time it's personal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I turn 40.  Damn.  I guess I've put it off as long as possible.  I have to now officially face the fact that I am, in society's eyes at least, an adult &lt;shiver&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great birthday so far.  I had a sleep-over at Teri's last night and the girls loved the fact that I was still here in the morning.  We are all growing very close as a family (?!) and things are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job is cool.  I am no longer running a music store.  Although I loved it, the low $$ and corporate BS was taxing.  Now I work for Frito-Lay as a Route Sales Rep.  The money is about twice that of Music World and I'm usually home by 4 every day.  That is a huge plus as then, as the girls say, "we get to see Faron before bed time".  We are spending lots more time together and it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri is getting the girls off to bed and I get to enjoy the evening with my love muffin so I am off.  More, more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to all.&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-114610388764134792?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/114610388764134792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=114610388764134792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/114610388764134792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/114610388764134792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-how-ya-been.html' title='So, how ya been?'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113778581816005455</id><published>2006-01-20T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:36:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I got to work and within an hour I was arrested, booked, processed, judged, photographed and sentenced to jail with my bail set at $900.  I was then thrown into a cage with a motley assortment of convicts.  Some big, some small, some white, some of colour, all united by "the man".  It was rough.  I tell you, prison really does change a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm embellishing.  The jail was the &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.ca/ccs/internet/standard/0,3182,3225_356585_246888263_langId-en,00.html"&gt;Canadian Cancer Society's Jail and Bail&lt;/a&gt; fund raising program and I was only in there for an hour or so.  I managed to raise $330 for cancer thanks to some good friends and family.  Thanks to all I was able to reach.  Everyone contributed to my release and I had some great conversations with some dear friends that I hadn't talked to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was good.  I hired a couple new people and they seem to actually be intelligent, good workers.  Things are looking up.  Then, after work, I went over to Teri's and played with Chase until he went home.  He's a sweetie.  Smart and lots of fun.  He's a great kid.  I won't get into what happened after everybody went home and Teri and I were alone but I'll just say it was a great night too.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my sister this morning and my niece is in labour.  It looks like we're getting a new family member today.  We already know it's a girl and I'm excited to see her.  Another baby to love.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and drive my parents around to try and find a new apartment so I'll close but before I do a HUGE virtual hug to everyone back home (I miss you guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113778581816005455?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113778581816005455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113778581816005455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113778581816005455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113778581816005455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-yesterday-was-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113760648334864115</id><published>2006-01-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:51:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;18 days into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still alive and partially kicking and I'll update here really soon I promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*Not an actual promise.  Void where prohibited including Quebec, parts of Euro-Indo-China and Walla Walla Washington.  Contents may have settled during shipment.  Your mileage may vary.  This product may contain nuts or nut traces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113760648334864115?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113760648334864115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113760648334864115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113760648334864115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113760648334864115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-18-days-into-new-year-yes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113591072938442079</id><published>2005-12-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:56:45.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever stopped to consider that we are all the sum of parts that various others have given us?  I think we can all point to a person and realize that we have gained a feature, an attribute, an attitude, an outlook, a habit or a way of being from them.  For myself, I have been reflecting today on the major influences in my life that have made me who I am.  Some are obvious.  My mother and father clearly had a large influence on me as did other family members.  Some are not so obvious and may even surprise you.  I'd like to take a few minutes and list a few people who gave of themselves to me as a sort of thank you to them as we approach a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father taught me that no matter what happens to you or what crosses you have to bear, you can rise above it all to become a better person.  You can make changes in your life at any age, in any economic climate, no matter what is handed you with or without support and create a good life.  He also taught me that being who you are is not only OK, it is imperative to true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me forgiveness.  I may never know the true circumstances surrounding why she left me as a child but I realize now it doesn't matter.  She loves me and that is enough.  She showed me that it is OK to make a mistake if you truly repent and try and fix it.  If you can't fix it, it is enough to demonstrate that you will never make the same mistake again.  Forgiveness brings peace.  I thank her for being patient with me until I discovered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-wife Tina taught me that family is everything.  No matter what you do or where you go in life, to have family is to be wealthy beyond measure.  She also taught me to lead with an open heart in my dealings with others.  She showed me acceptance and trust and provided me with security, comfort and support and that has pushed me to provide the same to others.  She showed me it was OK to love babies of all kinds and that everyone is worth something.  She gave me an example of what a loving step-parent should be and I have tried to emulate her example in that regard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Andrew taught me faith.  Faith in others and faith in a higher power.  We don't share the same higher power per se' but his example made it OK for me to be open to faith in a higher power and that has helped me through a lot of struggles.  His ability to be patient and loving with others and his efforts to include friends from years past in his life has given me an example to follow.  He has shown me how a man should be and I can only hope to be 1/2 the person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His partner (and my friend) Lynn taught me acceptance.  Acceptance of who I am and acceptance of the love between us.  It is a platonic love but it is just as strong as any romantic love I could feel and her acceptance and return of that love helped me to have the same thing with others.  People say Andrew and I are a lot alike and that may be true.  However, I suspect Lynn and I have a lot in common as well and I will never forget the 7 hour talk we had driving to St Catharines from Blind River.  We shared a lot that day and our acceptance of each other helped me in many relationships since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Chris taught me humility.  As one of the most talented people I know he could have an overblown ego and people would probably let it pass but that's not him.  He uses his talents and is appreciative of praise but he is always striving for better.  He is never satisfied with "good enough"and will work very hard to reach where *he* thinks he should be, not where others are satisfied with him.  He also showed me that it's OK to love my partner with all I have and to always put the other person ahead of myself.  Chris is an amazing human being and I am blessed to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His partner (and my friend) Shelly taught me sacrifice and discovery.  Sacrifice in the way she continues to work at a job she hates because she knows it's what she needs to do to allow her and Chris to continue to explore their creative sides.  She is not the only one who sacrifices, certainly, but I know how much she wants to get away from where she is and I respect her for handling it so well.  Discovery in the way she has worked so hard to stretch her talents and abilities to write more than poetry.  She branched out to songs and stories even though she didn't know how to "do it right".  She asked for advice and input from those she trusted and loved and broadened her creative horizons.  That has led me to do the same with my writing by working on my articulation, wordsmithing and even branching out from songwriting into prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Pat taught me Love with a capital "L".  Love for others, love for myself, love for my partner, love for music and creativity, love as the most powerful force in the universe.  Feeling and experiencing the love Pat always offered made such a difference in me and how I fit in the world.  If someone can be held up as a true guru to me, Pat would be the one.  I try and follow his loving example every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri, my partner, has given me all of the above and more.  She has given of herself to me openly and honestly on a level I have never experienced before and she makes it safe for me to do the same.  I am more in synch with her than I have ever been with anyone else ever.  The words "soul mate" get bandied about as a romantic notion but I truly believe I have found that with her.  The love and respect that flows from her is exactly what I need and our communication is beyond my dreams.  In every relationship I have ever been in, there has always been an element of "settling".  There has been a behavior, a belief or a habit that caused me discomfort but I felt that if I could see past that element, I could be happy with a person.  Tina came close and I admit to having most of the baggage that contributed to our downfall but with Teri, there is no such thing.  We connect on an intellectual, emotional, spiritual and sexual level completely and it is an awesome experience.  I wish it for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there are more people and more elements but this entry is in danger of becoming a novel.  I will simply say thank you to all mentioned and non-mentioned for all they have given me and continue to give me.  I love and respect you all greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me "me".&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113591072938442079?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113591072938442079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113591072938442079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113591072938442079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113591072938442079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-you-ever-stopped-to-consider-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113524539129979231</id><published>2005-12-22T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:56:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all of you out there who have sent me emails, called my house or read this blog to find out how I am doing/what is happening with me, etc I say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience.  Christmas will be over soon and then I will have time to breathe.  I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3AM and I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113524539129979231?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113524539129979231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113524539129979231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113524539129979231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113524539129979231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-all-of-you-out-there-who-have-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113458391833351944</id><published>2005-12-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:11:58.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boy T-Bone came through for a couple VIP tickets for the Theory of a Deadman/Hurst show last weekend and for that, major props to the lad.  Tony and I used to be bouncers at &lt;a href="http://www.capricentre.com/billybob/index.aspx"&gt;Billy Bob's&lt;/a&gt; together and when I got there he was just a fresh-faced lad who didn't really know what he was doing.  Well-intentioned but sometimes dangerous due to his inexperience, I have watched him grow into the role and now he his head doorman at three different bars.  Way to go T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show itself was OK.  &lt;a href="http://www.trevorhurst.com/"&gt;Hurst&lt;/a&gt; was good.  The front man was congenial and fun interacting with the crowd and playing the Axl Rose card a few times.  &lt;a href="http://www.theoryofadeadman.com/"&gt;TOAD&lt;/a&gt; (heh) was not so good.  No charisma and the interaction with the crowd varied from forced to angry at times.  I was not impressed.  Oh well, it was well worth the price of admission and Teri and I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing of note that night, the guy from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/flav0rbaby/381991552/item.html"&gt;this incident&lt;/a&gt; was there and he asked me if he saw me at Staind.  I looked square at him and said yup.  He didn't press it any further but part of me hoped he would.  Since I had either worked with or knew very well 80% of the door staff at the bar (about 8 guys) I think he would have been in for a rude awakening indeed.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri brought the girls up to the store yesterday.  A couple of interesting things happened.  1) When Jaala was told that Teri and Leisha would be coming to my store while she was in school, she threw a tantrum because she wouldn't get to see me.  2) The first time Teri came by with just Leisha, Leisha was kind of shy toward me.  Not strongly but not as outgoing as she normally has been.  3) When Teri brought Jaala back with them the second time Jaala wanted to have supper with me and Leisha but no one else was invited (how cute is that)  4) This time Leisha was her normal outgoing self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls still don't know Teri and I are dating but they have really taken to me as a person and a friend.  I love that.  I think Jaala has a little crush and it's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front, still waaay too many hours and waaay too busy to get anything done but the end is in sight.  Only 11 more days until Christmas and the end of the chaos.  I'm looking forward to it.  On another cool Christmas-sy note, Teri is staying with me at Christmas while her girls are with their dad and I have four days off in a row!  Awesome-ness abounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta check the laundry and have some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113458391833351944?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113458391833351944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113458391833351944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113458391833351944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113458391833351944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-boy-t-bone-came-through-for-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113408415520627796</id><published>2005-12-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:34:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit here trying valiantly to postpone the inevitable doing of the dishes, I feel mildly guilty and decide to be constructive and post an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been cold here in Alberta's heartland.  Fucking cold.  Car-won't-start-at 3PM cold.  Remind me again what I am doing here?  The other night Teri had to come and jump me (which sounds really good in principle) and then my mom jumped me the next afternoon (which sounds like an Oedipal complex in the making or the result of too much inbreeding).  I have started plugging the car in whenever it is parked and that has helped so far.  I miss the balmy days of 20 below in Ontario.  Ah well, good with the bad and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ontario, I have given the address of this thing to some friends and it has been discovered by others so a big shout-out to Andrew, Chris, AJ, Pat, et al who have crossed this frozen tundra of a blog recently (sorry, the cold really is in my head now)  I miss and love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recent pic of me for your giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1755/1600/P1000053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1755/320/P1000053.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about one of my dad for comparison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1755/1600/Dad%20n%20Sharla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1755/320/Dad%20n%20Sharla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shag carpet on his lap is actually his dog Sharla whom he loves and spoils far worse than he ever did me.  Not that I'm bitter.  OOOH NOOO, not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid.  I love the old guy and get along with him now far better than when I was younger.  Amazing what time can do for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch Fantastic 4 and drool over Jessica Alba. (Hmmm, maybe I can get Teri a blue spandex jumpsuit for Christmas).  What, did you think I would do the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113408415520627796?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113408415520627796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113408415520627796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113408415520627796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113408415520627796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-i-sit-here-trying-valiantly-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113356133383164023</id><published>2005-12-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:08:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bowing to the pressure and demands, I finally scrape together 5 consecutive minutes to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how are things, you ask?  Lemme tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the new apartment and I love it.  Mostly because it's mine, all mine.  I can leave food in the fridge and cupboards and it's magically still there when I go back.  Sweet.  The bedroom and bathroom are a bit small but I like the kitchen and the living room is frigging huge!  My stuff only fills about half of it so I'm not sure what to do with the other half.  It has a fireplace and I'm looking forward to sprawling in front of the fire with Teri.  Mr romance, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work...jeez.  What can I say?  I'm a retailer at Christmas time so a certain amount of stress is to be expected.  However, I seem to always wind up short-staffed at the most inopportune times.  Take today for example.  I was supposed to be off but had to go in for about 4 hours and fill in for a cashier who hurt herself.  While I was there, another cashier called in and quit with no notice. &lt;sigh&gt;  The frustration level rises and all the "serenity now"s I can muster don't seem to help.   I am starting a new girl on Monday and I bumped up the hours of my part-timers but I still need to find two more people for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of really cool things happening on the relationship front.  Teri and I are still getting along perfectly.  I swear, it's freaky how connected we are in every way.  I am forever pleasantly surprised when situations arise and we handle them together complementing each other instead of conflicting.  It's awesome.  We just went through a quite stressful experience which I won't get into detail here as it involves other people but the great thing is how Teri and I worked so very well together to give each other what we each needed to get through it and our relationship not only survived, it thrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still are not "out" to her daughters yet but they have met me 4 times now.  The first time was for about 5 minutes on Hallowe'en when the girls were trick-or-treating in the mall.  The next time they were in, they actually approached me a little and talked to me and didn't play shy at all.  Again, it was only about 3 minutes or so for the entire exchange.  The next time, there was a lot more interaction between us and they even ran back to the store to say "thanks" completely on their own when they had left the store and were walking back to the car.  Since then, Teri has had them in the mall twice and both times, the girls wanted to stop in and say hi to me.  The first time, they told their grandmother that I was "their friend" and they wanted to see me.  I wasn't there that time but the next time I was and they invited me for lunch (it was Jaala's idea) with them.  They also told their uncle that I was their friend and I was the tallest man in the whole wide world.  :-)  Leisha wants to come over to my apartment to visit and when Teri (in a bid to downplay our relationship) told her that "we should know him better before we go to his house", Leisha said, "I already know him all the way".  I am so blessed.  This transition looks like it's going to be effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been to see Mom &amp; Dad once in the last two weeks so I owe them a visit.  It's just hard to find a time that I am free when they are home or awake.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do my dishes and prepare the house for Teri to come over later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113356133383164023?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113356133383164023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113356133383164023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113356133383164023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113356133383164023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/12/bowing-to-pressure-and-demands-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113281898738353205</id><published>2005-11-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:59:03.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been wild and crazy here at Casa Fred.  Between gearing up to move, work, seeing Teri every night and my living habits in general, "me-time" has been sporadic at best.   Not that I am complaining in any way about the spending time with Teri part (truth be told, it's the part I like best).  That aspect has been continually incredible.  It's a struggle to leave her every night and the anticipation of the weekend is the only thing that allows me to actually leave her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be a test.  Between moving me and how sick she is feeling, Teri is not going to enjoy her weekend very much, I'm afraid.  She won't complain and I love her for it but remind me to do something special for her to make it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the very definition of the word.  Lots of customers, lots of boxes of product arriving seemingly daily and not enough hours in the day to finish what needs doing.  It seems I am being stretched in a lot of directions at once and it makes for a stressful day.  It's awesome to have Teri to go to at the end of the day.  My island of sanity in a sea of confusion right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was another example of something I fear I have already started to take for granted.  When I arrived at Teri's apartment, Bruce (her former "friend") was there. After he left, Teri told me how much she loved the fact that she didn't need to feel panicked that he was at her place when I showed up.  I have to admit, my trust for her is so deep, I actually didn't make the connection until she brought it up.  In any other relationship, I think I would have felt quite insecure/jealous/possessive but I didn't with her at all.  It never even dawned on me that he could have been there as more than a neighbour.  I'm either able to trust this woman completely or I am the most gullible fool in town after the whole Margaret fiasco.  I know I'm not gullible so Teri must really be worth my trust.  That's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I realize that I have mentioned Teri every paragraph of this entry thus far so I'll switch over to another topic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that strange.  I can't seem to think of anything else I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I'm in love and I'm goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113281898738353205?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113281898738353205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113281898738353205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113281898738353205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113281898738353205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-have-been-wild-and-crazy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113208281639619675</id><published>2005-11-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:26:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado</title><content type='html'>Whew!  It's been a whirlwind lately.  Between working, going to Edmonton for a meeting, trying to find a new place to live and all the other day-to-day activites I pursue, time is flying by and leaving me wasted on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping properly nor eating properly and I'm starting to feel the effects.  My arse is dragging and I am constantly feeling headache-y and off-kilter.  Lots of good things are going on with me but my energy level seems to be waning too much to enjoy them all.  A good multi-vitamin should help.  I'll shop for one tomorrow (payday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri and I had three nights and two entire days together this weekend and it was awesome.  Friday night I had a staff barbecue at my place and Teri helped me get everything I needed and set everything up.  She even did some cleaning at my sty...uh...apartment.  The party itself was a blast.  Everyone but Marley showed up and we had a great time.  Teri passed out around midnight while reclining against me on the couch.  She was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside was that the day before the party I had to fire a staff member for stealing so that put a small damper on things.  It wasn't talked about much but it was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Teri and I went to Brandy's for supper so I could help Brandy set up her new PC.  Brandy &amp; Teri are the same age and they really hit it off.  She also gets along greatly with my mom, dad and sister so it's like she's already part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri started something new this weekend.  She starting telling me that she was going to have to marry me one day.  Normally, that would freak me out after only 7 weeks of dating but with her, it seems OK.  I already know I want to be with her as long as possible and I have never been happier or more at peace in my life.  I'm in love with the girl and it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to the whole relationship is the drama in her building.  She is actively involved with her friends and they seem to bring with them a whole slew of issues and headaches that I find her struggling with.  That concerns me (for her) and in a perfect world, I'd lose the drama but it's not a deal-breaker or anything.  I just keep my distance from the whole affair(s) and give Teri an ear and a voice if she needs it.  I'm OK in that limited role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work (surprise, surprise) so this concludes our broadcast today.  Here's to trying to update a bit more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Music&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113208281639619675?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113208281639619675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113208281639619675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113208281639619675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113208281639619675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/11/much-ado.html' title='Much ado'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113095638249508142</id><published>2005-11-02T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:33:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of life</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while. I guess time really does fly when you're having fun (or, more to the point of our story, up to your ears in work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil decided he didn't want to be my assistant manager anymore (which is fine as I was thisclose to firing him) and stopped showing up for work. That meant I had to cover the shifts that normally would have been his as well as my own. That makes for a long 19 days and counting. Good for the paycheck, bad for the fatigue level. Oh well, that problem seems to be solved so there is an end in sight to that issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet Teri's girls on Hallowe'en for the first time. They were both a couple of cuties. From what Teri says, they seemed to like me so it looks promising for when we let them in on the relationship. I will be glad when that happens. I go to see Teri nearly every night and I'm always worried the girls are going to come out and find me there or (even worse) want into the bedroom when I am in there. I love the fact that she is mature enough to want to protect the girls but my selfish side wants the cards on the table so I can start enjoying time with the little ones as well. I'm such a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew came by the store yesterday to chat (and get a discount on CDs). It was good to see him. He is still of the mind that he wants to move out when he gets a job. He has a second interview with Staples tomorrow and if he gets it, his plan is to move in with his friends. I hope he continues to stay in school and doesn't get caught up in the work world. He's gonna be 18 in June so he'll make his own decisions but my job is to make sure he considers all angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/fa4mmu.jpg"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a picture of Teri and I together at her place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/fa4n77.jpg"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a picture of Teri and the girls at my store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113095638249508142?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113095638249508142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113095638249508142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113095638249508142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113095638249508142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/11/signs-of-life.html' title='Signs of life'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-113020834895569327</id><published>2005-10-24T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:45:48.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me when it's over</title><content type='html'>Man am I tired. The store has been undergoing renovations for the last two weeks and that means I have had to be in there almost every day from early in the morning until late evening. I don't *do* mornings but the boss man summoneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember spending the weekend nights with Teri but I didn't really get to spend a lot of time with her what with all the working. She has been tired too but she has different reasons (they're aged 5 &amp; 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to squeeze in a couple more hours of Teri time before crawling into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-113020834895569327?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/113020834895569327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=113020834895569327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113020834895569327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/113020834895569327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-me-when-its-over.html' title='Wake me when it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-112990981024501571</id><published>2005-10-21T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:53:19.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you f*cking kidding me?</title><content type='html'>So, I came home from Teri's last night about 1:00 or so and the frigging doors to my house were locked! Phil (and, yes, Gary) were asleep inside and I was locked out. Man, I was pissed. I kicked as loud as I could on the front door but no one came. Finally, I had to try and jimmy the side door with a credit-card. Strangely enough, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; woke Phil up. So, because Gary is in hiding from some guy he owes money, I get locked out of my own house? As Teri would say, "not just NO but FUCK NO". I told Phil that Gary is out today or I am putting him out. I'm not a violent man but this is pushing my frigging buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, and I was in such a good mood too.  Oh well.  Tonight is a Teri night so my mood will improve throughout the day, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-112990981024501571?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/112990981024501571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=112990981024501571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112990981024501571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112990981024501571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-fcking-kidding-me.html' title='Are you f*cking kidding me?'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-112982425357287860</id><published>2005-10-20T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:52:26.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Bimg%5Dhttp://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/663.gif%5B/img%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%5Bimg%5Dhttp://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/663.gif%5B/img%5D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Phil went away to Calgary for the night so I had the place all to myself. I love that. I watch what I want to watch on TV or I play my music without worrying if it's too loud or annoying. Plus, I get to sleep with my door open which means my room doesn't get so hot. All good things. I'm really looking forward to getting my own place by December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri and I got together twice yesterday! First, she came over about 1:00 and we hung out until it was time for her to go. Then, we got to out to dinner at East Side Mario's and just enjoy being near each other and talking and touching. I am like a lovesick puppy, I swear. She brings out the absolute best in me. She challenges me intellectually, excites me sexually, connects with me emotionally and attracts me physically. I have found the complete package. To top it off, we even chatted on the phone for a couple hours last night. It seems like we can't get enough of each other, yet we also are OK with giving each other space when it's needed. She's incredible and I love her immensely. &lt;img src="http://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/663.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got great news about my car yesterday. It may seem strange on the surface to view a $350 repair bill as great news but it means that the engine block isn't cracked so I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;looking at a $1000 repair bill.  Now, if I can just get rid of the dead mouse smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, any day off work is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to it today. Carl is coming up from Calgary and he'll be cracking the whip all weekend. I'll go to Teri's tonight to hang out and I'll be sleeping over on Friday and Saturday so my weekend will have it's awesome spots as well so I can't bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise that I woke up in a great mood today after a day like that. It also doesn't hurt when I wake up to an email from Teri with sentiments like these..."I'd love to be laying next to you right now, waiting for my touches to wake you.....waiting for you to open your eyes and reach for me." *sigh* That girl can really paint a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-112982425357287860?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/112982425357287860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=112982425357287860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112982425357287860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112982425357287860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/10/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome day'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042724.post-112973536831363471</id><published>2005-10-19T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:22:48.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>With all I have going on right now, it should seem like getting back into Blogging is yet another straw strapped to the camel's back. However, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there is so much happening right now that I need this outlet. I need a place to vent, brag, bitch and clarify and I remember how therapeutic the last one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Deer was a good move. Even though I have days where I dearly miss my friends, it has brought me closer to my kids, my family and introduced me to some wonderful new characters in my life's play. The downside is the weather. The days are getting colder and it won't belong until the snow starts flying. Oh well. On the plus side, the skies are huge and colored a brilliant blue and at night I can actually see stars. I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is shaping up to be a great day.  I got to sleep in, it's payday, I don't have to work and Teri is coming over this afternoon (yay!)  Therefore, no offense, but I am off to start the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Faron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042724-112973536831363471?l=palebuddha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/feeds/112973536831363471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042724&amp;postID=112973536831363471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112973536831363471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042724/posts/default/112973536831363471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palebuddha.blogspot.com/2005/10/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Faron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627583018236322268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
