<?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-6253844083299608788</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:12:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Olde Faery Shoppe</title><subtitle type='html'>The One-Stop Shoppe for all things magical, fantastical and curious.... and then some.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-1161420899982711238</id><published>2009-03-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:10:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Bitten</title><content type='html'>A delicious new vampire novel? I'm IN! Check out this awesome new giveaway &lt;a href="http://j-kaye-book-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-review-arc-giveaway-once-bitten-by.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Only don't really, because I really want to win that book. No, seriously. I do. Don't touch it. This is TOTALLY my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from her review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J. Kaye’s Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kalayna Price creates a vibrant world of shape-shifters, vampires, and demons in her debut novel, ONCE BITTEN. The reader should be warned to find a comfortable spot and allot enough time to read the book from start to finish. I found myself sneaking time away just for this purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kita Nekai, a shape-shifter, is on the run from her clan. By the time her ex-boyfriend, a shifter-hunter, tracks her down in the city of Haven, she’s been turned into a vampire. Adding to her trouble, she has been accused of creating a rouge shape-shifter who is killing humans. She now has two days to locate this rouge or she’ll be terminated. Sounds pretty dismal, but she isn’t alone in her hunt. She has a powerful vampire, her ex-boyfriend shape-shifter, and a quirky mage to aid in the search. This dark fantasy is tinged with humor that will curl your toes in delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ONCE BITTEN is book one of the Haven series. Although it has a solid ending, readers will be left begging for more. We won’t have to wait long. Book two is scheduled out in summer or early fall of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-1161420899982711238?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1161420899982711238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=1161420899982711238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1161420899982711238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1161420899982711238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-bitten.html' title='Once Bitten'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-419696590628802633</id><published>2009-01-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:04:54.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid Tails...</title><content type='html'>Go ahead and mute this, the sound is distracting, but the tail is pretty cool. There's another video that shows how you can actually make the tail--- not as complicated as one might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngBZn1dswr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngBZn1dswr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tail, on the other hand, is out of control. This is my dream-- to be this girl. Haha, no, not really, but how cool is this? Be a mermaid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; save the whales! I'm in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExP5Q5UO3B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExP5Q5UO3B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll be using one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://swimmingshop.stores.yahoo.net/e2000-100.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/SYE2h__3hSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Pv_f-Zp5QUE/s320/swimmingshop_2036_19777303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296574594507310370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-419696590628802633?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/419696590628802633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=419696590628802633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/419696590628802633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/419696590628802633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-ahead-and-mute-this-sound-is.html' title='Mermaid Tails...'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/SYE2h__3hSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Pv_f-Zp5QUE/s72-c/swimmingshop_2036_19777303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-7131559229560456324</id><published>2008-12-31T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:17:41.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Tag</title><content type='html'>Go to Google (or whichever search engine you prefer) and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense. You can get some pretty wacky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena needs care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena looks like morning in your eyes... (it's true...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena says "whats up wit u sexy?" [sic] (thanks MySpace spelling experts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena wants to graduate high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena does not allow email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena hates liars, cheaters and fakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena asks if she can come visit for the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena [also] goes by the name of Kelly Stanfield... (huh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena likes Surfin', Spendin' Time with Emily, Travellin' [sic]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena eats all the right foods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena wears a regular leather collar all the time to hold his ID tag and other tags... (I liked Crystal's better...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tasheena was arrested for Arlee murder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, this one was creepy. Actually, Tasheena was a victim of strangulation in this case... eeee...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-7131559229560456324?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7131559229560456324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=7131559229560456324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/7131559229560456324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/7131559229560456324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/google-tag.html' title='Google Tag'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6342763323260356556</id><published>2008-12-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:11:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clint Eastwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-size: 130%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iTunes Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tonight, Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fields of Innocence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"at the wake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"stop and stare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"head"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Bohemian like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pleasure, Little Treasure&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Superstar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Beverly Hills"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Almost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Addicted to Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cars &amp;amp; Calories"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Boss" (how perfect is that one?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Rosina's Aria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"matinee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"go go jason waterfalls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"the gospel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Gunpowder &amp;amp; Lead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We Used to be Friends"&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Who Needs Love Like That?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21.HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My best friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22.WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A Loan Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23.WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"just a habit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"the other way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Closer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28.IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hope You're Happy Now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29.WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Numb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30.WHERE WILL YOU TRAVEL TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ocean Breathes Salty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31.WHAT IS THE BEST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Voices"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32.WHAT DO YOU OFTEN FIND YOURSELF WANTING TO YELL AT PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pimpf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33.WHAT DO YOU CALL YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"everything counts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. WHAT DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"wake up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Clint Eastwood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6342763323260356556?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6342763323260356556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6342763323260356556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6342763323260356556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6342763323260356556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/clint-eastwood.html' title='Clint Eastwood'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-4880216670198386470</id><published>2008-10-20T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:53:50.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or fewer&lt;/b&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-4880216670198386470?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4880216670198386470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=4880216670198386470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4880216670198386470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4880216670198386470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-name.html' title='I love my name...'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6735327715181917813</id><published>2008-09-10T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:45:08.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3's &amp; 8's</title><content type='html'>3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Derek's laugh&lt;br /&gt;2. Avril's exuberance&lt;br /&gt;3. Xandri's sass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything bad happening to my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Sharks and other underwater threats&lt;br /&gt;3. Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate (Oh-so-typical, but oh-so-true!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Editing- this can be anything from grammar and mechanics in written language to artistic design of various ads. I edit things in my head if I think they could be better.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pregnancy weight gain. Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Surprising Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I consider my husband's ex to be one of my very best friends. (Apparently, he has good taste.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to cook.&lt;br /&gt;3. Even more surprising, I'm kind of good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Theology- particularly my own religious beliefs. I should probably lump in all logic, truth and philosophy here if we're going to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;2. My family-- any perceived threat will be met with a rather fierce Mama Bear response.&lt;br /&gt;3. Politics- this relates closely to number one, particularly as philosophy applies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Graphic design-- or any other related art. I've only recently discovered this passion, otherwise I would've majored in it!&lt;br /&gt;5. Edward ;)&lt;br /&gt;6. My health/fitness, as well as that of my family.&lt;br /&gt;7. Creating in general.&lt;br /&gt;8. The works of C.S. Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Words or Phrases I Say Often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We don't shout.&lt;br /&gt;2. Come back here.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shut. Up.&lt;br /&gt;4. What the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;5. Ehhhxcellent... (over tented fingers)&lt;br /&gt;6. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;7. Calm down and stop freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;8. Apologize to your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Want to Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my masters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn 3 languages fluently.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ride an elephant/camel.&lt;br /&gt;6. Travel the world (I'm sorry, I can't narrow this down...)&lt;br /&gt;7. Safari.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be the subject of a professional photo shoot (mermaid pics anyone? ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Pray For:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That Avril will dream about princesses and not monsters.&lt;br /&gt;2. That I can have the strength and wisdom to be the mom my girls deserve. This includes my continual prayer for guidance as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;3. That I can have the strength and wisdom to be the wife my husband deserves.&lt;br /&gt;4. That I'll get over this cold soon.&lt;br /&gt;5. My siblings and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;6. The ability to forgive and understand.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sanity.&lt;br /&gt;8. To know what's important and to be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I've Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My timeline is not necessarily God's timeline.&lt;br /&gt;2. That the basics: prayer, scripture study, church attendance- are basics for a reason. They are our best protection against ourselves- the natural man.&lt;br /&gt;3. That none of us is in any position to judge another.&lt;br /&gt;4. That too many of us still do.&lt;br /&gt;5. That change is a process that can take a lifetime- and requires the Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;6. That the best way to live my life is to remember what is important and what is urgent- and keep them in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;7. That I've never had a challenge in my life that compares even remotely with mothering.&lt;br /&gt;8. That we are as people- and even children- remarkably resilient- and yet still so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melody&lt;br /&gt;2. Tara&lt;br /&gt;3. Breta&lt;br /&gt;4. Pattie&lt;br /&gt;5. Debbie&lt;br /&gt;6. Jaime&lt;br /&gt;7. Brenda&lt;br /&gt;8. Ruth&lt;br /&gt;9. Anyone else who wants to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6735327715181917813?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6735327715181917813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6735327715181917813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6735327715181917813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6735327715181917813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/3s-8s.html' title='3&apos;s &amp; 8&apos;s'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-1583728418051438583</id><published>2008-09-03T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:18:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Leaf</title><content type='html'>So I'm wondering if I'm being inordinately selfish in trying so hard to hold onto so much of "me". In chasing all of my hobbies and interests and projects, I feel like I'm "jack-of-all-trading" my children for my insane need to hold onto what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of this has to do with when I discovered "me". Getting married at 18 was great and I in no way regret it. In the eternal scheme of things, that happened at the right time. However, I have yet to become an eternal being-- meaning my temporal self missed out on some temporal development. Or something like that. What I'm trying to say is that right at the time when most people are still seeking their identities, settling into who they are (this sounds so vague and psychological), I got married and somehow my identity got wrapped up in D's. My friends were replaced by his friends and their wives. My hobbies centered around his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at some of my friends now, Melody, Debbie, Emily, Ruth, Betsy... among many others... and I see all their amazing accomplishments. They have or have had successful careers. They've done something, made their mark in the world. And now, after they've developed this essential part of themselves, they are ready to take on that most important role of motherhood. I'm so intimidated by people who've had or have real jobs! I mean, c'mon, I've worked. But a job isn't the same as a career. I've never had a salary. I've never created or developed or managed something bigger than myself. (Well, aside from the obvious, but we're talking outside of motherhood here.) These are people who are real adults, not just popping out babies and flying by the seat of their pants. These are people who approach motherhood as the next big accomplishment in their lives, who see this whole role for what it is and see that it is the "time and season" to fulfill this calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Yeah, I get it. On a theoretical level. But when it comes to being that mother myself, I confess I feel... well, unprepared. I don't feel like I'm even in the same league with these people. They approach motherhood with purpose and intent. And though I have joy in my children, it's almost as if I'm being dragged along for the ride. I try, I really do. Just not hard enough. I know what's in me and I know how that stacks against what I'm doing. And I fall sadly short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not writing this so I get a whole bunch of "What are you talking about? You're a great mother!" comments. I'm not fishing for any pick-me-ups or compliments on my abilities. In fact, they make me feel worse, because then I feel like a fraud. Because, yay, so I look like a great mom to everyone else, but what do my children feel? How is my parenting reflected in them? Frankly, I think that I started out strong, but now I'm floundering. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; flying by the seat of my pants. And here we are back at the beginning-- why am I floundering in this, my most important of roles? Because I'm chasing after this unknown, lost "me". I'm spending so much time and energy trying to develop new talents or start new projects or even perfect old ones that I'm losing sight of what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying there's anything wrong with hobbies or whatever. Those same women I named? Each of them in their own way has a defined sense of self. Each of them incorporates their hobbies and talents into their new, family-oriented way of life. The difference is that they already developed these talents, these passions. Those aren't the focus at the present. They're fillers. The focus, for each of them, is their families. They use their talents to build and celebrate their families. I run from thing to thing, trying something new here, hoping that maybe I can make a buck off of it, or at least create something cool out of it. And all I have to show for it is a lot of half-assed effort and tired and cranky tantrum-throwing kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new leaf? Reprioritizing. Like it or not (for the record, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; like it), I am a mother and I have children. Those children have needs and those needs supersede mine for the moment. Yes, I think that every woman needs time to recharge, to refill her tank. I believe in those selfish moments. But they should be moments, not the make-up of her existence. I think I've been trying so hard to avoid the pitfalls that so many women hit, that I don't realize that they don't really apply to me. I'm not one of these people who runs all day and gives and gives and gives. I run all day, but my existence is very me-centered. So I'm taking a hiatus. I'll keep a project or two on the table, but my days are going to be made up of mothering, not hobbying or even householding. Those things can fill in the cracks. I can learn and develop those in my off-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how long this lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-1583728418051438583?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1583728418051438583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=1583728418051438583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1583728418051438583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1583728418051438583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-leaf.html' 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src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-1097271133616941593</id><published>2008-07-14T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:39:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>"Why not continue with the 'metamorphosis' theme with a new, updated look?" she thought to herself, "What better way to start anew than to be excited with a fresh project?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-1097271133616941593?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1097271133616941593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=1097271133616941593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1097271133616941593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1097271133616941593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6800943785401470392</id><published>2008-07-13T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:34:46.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>I think it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is a side of me that I've enjoyed expressing here, I've found that I've expressed all I need to, at least for the present time as far as the fantastical and the curious go. And so this blog has grown stagnant. I've limited myself by reserving it for all things magical. So, perhaps to the disappointment of my more "magical" readers, this blog will be not... changing, per say, but rather adding other, new dimensions of me. Presuming, of course, that you're as interested in me as I might like to think (granted I'm assuming I have maybe three readers that have likely lost interest simply due to my own inactivity), this blog will incorporate more of my thoughts and personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this change is a result of D's new interest in contributing to our family blog- it seems there needs to be a separation of sorts that wasn't necessary before. So welcome to the fuller version of my personality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6800943785401470392?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6800943785401470392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6800943785401470392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6800943785401470392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6800943785401470392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-3439518590674288584</id><published>2008-07-13T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:59:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was a fantastically interesting waste of time. I loved it. I got the idea from my friend &lt;a href="http://emilys-little-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, I found hers fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;I found that it was more difficult for me to decide on an answer to the question than it was to do anything else, including upload the pics and arrange them. (I mean, really, how many people can honestly say that they have ONE favorite food?! I can give you a favorite dessert, or a favorite appetizer, or a favorite entree, but past that...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the deal: if it looks even remotely fun for you, that = Me tagging You.  Do it on your blog and let me know in a comment so I can check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the rules&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;For each question, look up the answer in a Google Image search. Then choose your favorite from the first page of results only. It's fun to play with the possibilities for answers- some of which are very cryptic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEfaJpyI/AAAAAAAACVc/H2qC_xY8-eo/s1600-h/my+age.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEfaJpyI/AAAAAAAACVc/H2qC_xY8-eo/s320/my+age.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Place I'd Like to Travel To:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEtvA1JI/AAAAAAAACVk/PwvRpt9DpHk/s1600-h/a+place+I+want+to+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEtvA1JI/AAAAAAAACVk/PwvRpt9DpHk/s320/a+place+I+want+to+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Favorite Place: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaE0nJkEI/AAAAAAAACVs/k8VW2TEU6Po/s1600-h/favorite+place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaE0nJkEI/AAAAAAAACVs/k8VW2TEU6Po/s320/favorite+place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Favorite Object:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEwg2o6I/AAAAAAAACV0/doO5gghPCqs/s1600-h/my+favorite+object.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEwg2o6I/AAAAAAAACV0/doO5gghPCqs/s320/my+favorite+object.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdb6lgTuI/AAAAAAAACXM/UrunEPzC9Qw/s1600-h/my+favorite+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdb6lgTuI/AAAAAAAACXM/UrunEPzC9Qw/s320/my+favorite+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222378345821392610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Favorite Animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdcPtHukI/AAAAAAAACXU/OO_KXzU_sLc/s1600-h/my+favorite+animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdcPtHukI/AAAAAAAACXU/OO_KXzU_sLc/s320/my+favorite+animal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222378351490480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Favorite Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdcLGymNI/AAAAAAAACXc/0HDm_D8O4_g/s1600-h/my+favorite+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdcLGymNI/AAAAAAAACXc/0HDm_D8O4_g/s320/my+favorite+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222378350255970514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Town Where I Was Born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdccAmSWI/AAAAAAAACXk/QZ8Jhz_jJWU/s1600-h/town+where+i+was+born.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdccAmSWI/AAAAAAAACXk/QZ8Jhz_jJWU/s320/town+where+i+was+born.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222378354793400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Town Where I Live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdccaOFGI/AAAAAAAACXs/4DruQLbAfMI/s1600-h/where+i+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmdccaOFGI/AAAAAAAACXs/4DruQLbAfMI/s320/where+i+live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222378354900866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(well, this week anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmehhCcXbI/AAAAAAAACX0/qe7dN0e9S6Q/s1600-h/where+i+live+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmehhCcXbI/AAAAAAAACX0/qe7dN0e9S6Q/s320/where+i+live+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379541554290098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(here's where I'll live next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Past Pet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeh0NCzBI/AAAAAAAACX8/UzEbUWarOKA/s1600-h/a+past+pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeh0NCzBI/AAAAAAAACX8/UzEbUWarOKA/s320/a+past+pet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379546699025426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Past Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeh78rXuI/AAAAAAAACYE/IE5GCfxBN-8/s1600-h/a+past+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeh78rXuI/AAAAAAAACYE/IE5GCfxBN-8/s320/a+past+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379548777864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Best Friend's Nickname:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeiKMTicI/AAAAAAAACYM/2hzHqR42FP8/s1600-h/my+best+friend%27s+nickname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeiKMTicI/AAAAAAAACYM/2hzHqR42FP8/s320/my+best+friend%27s+nickname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379552601508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Screen Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeiNv0QOI/AAAAAAAACYU/m8A4P1ayItU/s1600-h/screen+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmeiNv0QOI/AAAAAAAACYU/m8A4P1ayItU/s320/screen+name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379553555759330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;One of My Bad Habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGcmtWFI/AAAAAAAACXE/d9oszgbFY3A/s1600-h/one+of+my+bad+habits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGcmtWFI/AAAAAAAACXE/d9oszgbFY3A/s320/one+of+my+bad+habits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376877484496978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Job:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGdwaH-I/AAAAAAAACW8/bwrrGILz-wI/s1600-h/my+first+job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGdwaH-I/AAAAAAAACW8/bwrrGILz-wI/s320/my+first+job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376877793615842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My Grandmother's First Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGc13Q_I/AAAAAAAACW0/XCWilaoZk1M/s1600-h/my+grandma%27s+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGc13Q_I/AAAAAAAACW0/XCWilaoZk1M/s320/my+grandma%27s+name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376877548061682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;My College Degree:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGEB9ktI/AAAAAAAACWs/epYb3FcvbTI/s1600-h/my+college+degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGEB9ktI/AAAAAAAACWs/epYb3FcvbTI/s320/my+college+degree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376870887920338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;What I'm Doing Right Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGHUK5BI/AAAAAAAACWk/8Sz-aMW7dT8/s1600-h/what+I%27m+doing+right+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmcGHUK5BI/AAAAAAAACWk/8Sz-aMW7dT8/s320/what+I%27m+doing+right+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222376871769596946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-3439518590674288584?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3439518590674288584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=3439518590674288584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/3439518590674288584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/3439518590674288584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/google-tag.html' title='Google Tag'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/SHmaEfaJpyI/AAAAAAAACVc/H2qC_xY8-eo/s72-c/my+age.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2767229637500698275</id><published>2008-07-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:14:12.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Family of Faeries</title><content type='html'>My next endeavor, likely to take place towards the end of August or sometime in September will involve both of my girls and my oh-so-pregnant belly. That's right, I'm planning on a foray into the woods with my faery children as a pregnant faery. This one makes me hold my breath a little bit, because it could be super cute, or just super creepy. So I'll keep you posted as that develops. Oh, and obviously no mermaid pics this year. Pregnant mermaid? Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2767229637500698275?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2767229637500698275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2767229637500698275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2767229637500698275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2767229637500698275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-family-of-faeries.html' title='Little Family of Faeries'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-7906850407835231787</id><published>2008-01-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:22:05.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Faeries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5218155"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/R5ANGTNRAqI/AAAAAAAAA98/WMeeVYrt608/s400/faery+doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156635975225508514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So my dear faery friend Zyndia introduced me to this charming little phenomenon popping up all over- Apparently, you can invite faeries into your home if you provide them with a door in which to enter! You can attain these darling little doors &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5218155"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/WATCHT%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-7906850407835231787?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7906850407835231787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=7906850407835231787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/7906850407835231787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/7906850407835231787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2008/01/urban-faeries.html' title='Urban Faeries'/><author><name>The Posse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999193340255383808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/TB3lb5qnd1I/AAAAAAAAHqM/IdyqdEi2PoI/S220/2010-05-30+19.46.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hh3YfbexlUM/R5ANGTNRAqI/AAAAAAAAA98/WMeeVYrt608/s72-c/faery+doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6002793644206956377</id><published>2007-08-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:42:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/evian_mermaid.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/evian_mermaid.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sirens, naga, merfolk... whatever name they are called, I've always been fascinated. And now, my lovely faery sisters, Candice and Crystal, are planning a mermaid shoot next summer! Can I just say how freaking excited I am about this?! I am honestly ready to go out and practice breathing under water. Or rather, holding my breath without straining under water! How cool would mermaid pictures be?! I have NO IDEA what I'll do about a costume. None. I expect to receive some guidance from my magical friends, though. Supposedly there's a site online that sells cool mermaid tails, so I'll definitely be checking that out and saving my little dollars up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6002793644206956377?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6002793644206956377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6002793644206956377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6002793644206956377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6002793644206956377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/mermaids.html' title='Mermaids'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-8025285164204748243</id><published>2007-08-06T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:13:42.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>Since I tend to undulate in my posts, swinging back and forth from one end of the spectrum to the other, I suppose I will swing forward here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, I do have a number of amazing women at my fingertips with whom I can, if I allow myself, form more wonderful relationships. Just in time to leave behind once again in a year. But if yoga has taught me anything, it is the importance of living in the present. If I'm always living in the past, life moves on without me. And if I'm always looking to the future, I'm running so fast to catch it that I pass my real life right by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the number of amazing women out here really is astounding. They're at my church, they're at SAA, they're in my neighborhood, they're at &lt;a href="http://fitfusion.tripod.com"&gt;Fitness Fusion&lt;/a&gt;...(I couldn't help putting in a plug here!) I've known several this past year as merely casual acquaintances and I hope that I can form a little closer of bonds with some of them. There are also several new women moving in with their spouses for med school that I would love to get to know, as well as some great girls I've met from the university. Looking to the future, I look forward to these new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, back to living in the present,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rrfic57Uc2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Zgd4CsmKkvE/s1600-h/Ali-took-these-773449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rrfic57Uc2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Zgd4CsmKkvE/s320/Ali-took-these-773449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095790489606845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to express my gratitude for yet another wonderful friend. All my "sisters" have moved to other places... but one other dear friend, nearing the "sister" level is right here in little ole Kirksville. I only just got to know &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; recently, this summer while Derek was gone. We've formed a wonderful bond and her girls and my girls love playing together... I won't lie and say they get along extremely well, but they love each other! As for Tara and I, we do get along very well and I'm so glad I've had the opportunity to get to know her. I think we'll do much to keep each other sane this year! So thank you, Tara, for being such an amazing woman, mother and friend and an inspiration to me. Thanks for your wonderful influence on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-8025285164204748243?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8025285164204748243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=8025285164204748243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8025285164204748243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8025285164204748243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rrfic57Uc2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Zgd4CsmKkvE/s72-c/Ali-took-these-773449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-5038103068960146807</id><published>2007-08-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:41:43.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning</title><content type='html'>I keep looking at all my gorgeous friends and hating my life. So I wanted to post one of my favorite poems. Even though it's referring to lovers separated by death (slightly more dramatic than my present situation), I think it applies on some level. Plus, it's a pretty magical, ethereal poem if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS virtuous men pass mildly away,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RrP0-J7Uc1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fE6pF2ITsuQ/s1600-h/Jack-Vettriano-In-Thoughts-of-You-207220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RrP0-J7Uc1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fE6pF2ITsuQ/s320/Jack-Vettriano-In-Thoughts-of-You-207220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094684952139952978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whisper to their souls to go,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst some of their sad friends do say,&lt;br /&gt;"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us melt, and make no noise,&lt;br /&gt;No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;&lt;br /&gt;'Twere profanation of our joys&lt;br /&gt;To tell the laity our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;&lt;br /&gt;Men reckon what it did, and meant ;&lt;br /&gt;But trepidation of the spheres,&lt;br /&gt;Though greater far, is innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull sublunary lovers' love&lt;br /&gt;—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit&lt;br /&gt;Of absence, 'cause it doth remove&lt;br /&gt;The thing which elemented it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we by a love so much refined,&lt;br /&gt;That ourselves know not what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Inter-assurèd of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two souls therefore, which are one,&lt;br /&gt;Though I must go, endure not yet&lt;br /&gt;A breach, but an expansion,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RrPyf57Uc0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/aHnn6MEpgpU/s1600-h/the+dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RrPyf57Uc0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/aHnn6MEpgpU/s320/the+dancers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094682233425654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like gold to aery thinness beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they be two, they are two so&lt;br /&gt;As stiff twin compasses are two ;&lt;br /&gt;Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show&lt;br /&gt;To move, but doth, if th' other do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it in the centre sit,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when the other far doth roam,&lt;br /&gt;It leans, and hearkens after it,&lt;br /&gt;And grows erect, as that comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such wilt thou be to me, who must,&lt;br /&gt;Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;&lt;br /&gt;Thy firmness makes my circle just,&lt;br /&gt;And makes me end where I begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~John Donne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-5038103068960146807?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5038103068960146807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=5038103068960146807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/5038103068960146807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/5038103068960146807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/valediction-forbidding-mourning.html' title='A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RrP0-J7Uc1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fE6pF2ITsuQ/s72-c/Jack-Vettriano-In-Thoughts-of-You-207220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-3833866815024582658</id><published>2007-07-27T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:03:10.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends and New...</title><content type='html'>As I sat here going through my old photos, choosing which ones would go into my slide show, I almost cried. I miss my faery friends so much! It's taken me quite a while to get there, but it's quite painful that they are not within an easy distance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqompZ7UcnI/AAAAAAAAASM/xhF9-dDG3Gc/s1600-h/DSC04240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqompZ7UcnI/AAAAAAAAASM/xhF9-dDG3Gc/s320/DSC04240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091924821471949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt; are quite honestly two of my best friends in the world. They are so fun to be with and talk to and they're just so easy to like. I feel like they really are sisters to me. I don't necessarily know that the feeling is reciprocated as strongly, but it doesn't really matter since we get along so well! I just know that there are few inhibitions left between us... I don't feel as if I need to keep any of my normal disguise up with them, but that I can freely be myself, no matter how dorky, silly or deadly serious that might be at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been too bad up until now. I've made some great friends since being in Missouri. Some &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqq76p7UcyI/AAAAAAAAATs/PpWv4V7h1xo/s1600-h/friends....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqq76p7UcyI/AAAAAAAAATs/PpWv4V7h1xo/s320/friends....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092088945057231650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqq9P57UczI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YlIayZw2XlU/s1600-h/paul+and+melody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqq9P57UczI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YlIayZw2XlU/s320/paul+and+melody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092090409641079602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful acquaintances, but also some really great friends. Unfortunately, two of the best were also in the year ahead of us. Which means they've just moved as well! I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melody&lt;/span&gt; so much. We were nearing the same level of friendship I have with Candice and Crystal, but there simply wasn't enough time together! I by no means view either relationship as over, but there is something to be said for proximity in developing a friendship. I hope that we have the chance to live near one another again-- at least near enough to reasonably visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of other amazing, dear friends as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqo2857UcvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uQ19T0ZJ1a4/s1600-h/eleena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqo2857UcvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uQ19T0ZJ1a4/s320/eleena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091942748665443058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleena&lt;/span&gt;, who is in southeast Idaho, was my next-door neighbor growing up and I really do feel like we could be sisters. She makes fun of me, I make fun of her, but at the end of the day I love that girl. I love the feel of fitting in so well with her and her family. She is such an amazing, talented, fun and funny girl. Like me, she tends to shield her more serious side with a humorous front. I think that's why we get along well-- we don't take ourselves or each other too seriously and we call each other on our crap. But we don't miss out on depth, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqo1Bp7UcsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nXiFqFtynr0/s1600-h/R-Berg+Wedding+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqo1Bp7UcsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nXiFqFtynr0/s320/R-Berg+Wedding+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091940631246566082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;, who is in southeast Idaho as well, has been my best friend since sixth grade and we went through the most trying times of growing up together. We shared so many things together (including a little bit of skinny-dipping...) and though time and circumstances have changed our relationship, I know I will always have another sister in her. I am so impressed with her strength in the face of such incredible challenges that accompany raising a disabled child. I respect her so much and admire the incredible woman she has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqqRS57UcwI/AAAAAAAAATc/YmINY1kW7Kk/s1600-h/Camas+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqqRS57UcwI/AAAAAAAAATc/YmINY1kW7Kk/s320/Camas+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092042082669064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camas&lt;/span&gt;, who is in the Big Apple, is my cousin. Because of family feuds, we never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; knew each other until we were both attending BYU. We took a cooking class together and have been pretty much best friends ever since. I can whine to her as much as I need, to my heart's content and she'll listen and call my whining what I do: venting. Sometimes I think I live vicariously through some of her amazing experiences, her travels, her work... she is such an amazing girl. I admire her so much and she always finds the time and money to come to wherever I live and visit me... even for just three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a899.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_38e6c2f65198996c4c0dec8a6c9da892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 175px;" src="http://a899.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_38e6c2f65198996c4c0dec8a6c9da892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;, who is in Arizona, was such a great, fun friend in our last year or so of college. We share the same interests in many respects, and I seem to live vicariously through many of her experiences as well; at least, I get a kick out of them. Of course, up until now (she just got engaged) I haven't really envied her dating life, but at the same time I look back and wonder how differently my life might have gone if I'd waited longer to marry. No regrets, just curiosity. She's so fun to talk to, and I love that she calls me all the time whenever she's going somewhere just to chat and update on all the things that are going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqor4J7UcpI/AAAAAAAAASg/PGWggORPxdY/s1600-h/DSC04439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rqor4J7UcpI/AAAAAAAAASg/PGWggORPxdY/s320/DSC04439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091930572433158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, my sister in flesh as well as in spirit is another amazing girl. We really did grow up together, we shared everything (including a bed until I was in high school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High school!&lt;/span&gt;) and we fought like cats when we were younger and took care of each other as we grew older. We feel the burden together of keeping our family together, of making sure our siblings are coping well with the divorce. I feel the burden-- but she does something about it. Of course, again proximity (she's in Idaho with our family) has a large role to play in that. But quite honestly, even if I were there I know I couldn't do half the job she's doing. I'm so grateful she has a wonderful husband to support her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed a commonality between all my dearest friends? Yes, that's right. None of them lives closer than twelve hours in driving time from me (I love you, Mel! You're closest!). So here I am, feeling alone in the 'Ville amongst a number of great women in my church and in the SAA. Ironic, I know. I think I've finally really gotten to the point where I'm hating making new friends, only to leave them behind. Acquaintances are much easier to abandon. You love them while they're here and leave them with a hug, sparing a thought for them every so often, but still sustained by your closest friends. When you leave your sisters behind, the relationship always continues, but the continuation almost makes it all the more painful. Much more worth it, but so painful. It's taken me several years to have a good dose of homesickness, I usually adapt quite well to my surroundings. A good thing since we've moved at least eight times since we married five years ago. And now it hits me. And it's hitting hard. I love you all and I miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-3833866815024582658?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3833866815024582658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=3833866815024582658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/3833866815024582658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/3833866815024582658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/old-friends-and-new.html' title='Old Friends and New...'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqompZ7UcnI/AAAAAAAAASM/xhF9-dDG3Gc/s72-c/DSC04240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-8296464675670697980</id><published>2007-07-27T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:20:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... the Summer Sprites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782124219025&amp;amp;site=widget-91.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:350px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782124219025&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p1/216172782124219025/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782124219025&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p2/216172782124219025/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-8296464675670697980?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8296464675670697980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=8296464675670697980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8296464675670697980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8296464675670697980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-summer-sprites.html' title='Finally... the Summer Sprites!'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-5116989756146192959</id><published>2007-07-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:26:33.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Mythical Creatures</title><content type='html'>Faeries (of course)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAq8YvCr-I/AAAAAAAAASE/rAtv_fe5kuo/s1600-h/lothlorien5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAq8YvCr-I/AAAAAAAAASE/rAtv_fe5kuo/s320/lothlorien5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089114795848937442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elves&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiads&lt;br /&gt;Dryads&lt;br /&gt;Nymphs&lt;br /&gt;Centaurs&lt;br /&gt;Satyrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gryphons&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAqC4vCr8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/6QYVYcdCinw/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAqC4vCr8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/6QYVYcdCinw/s320/phoenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113808006459330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragons&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAq0YvCr9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e8PBZRIJjXo/s1600-h/underworld6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAq0YvCr9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e8PBZRIJjXo/s320/underworld6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089114658409983954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-5116989756146192959?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5116989756146192959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=5116989756146192959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/5116989756146192959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/5116989756146192959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-favorite-mythical-creatures.html' title='My Favorite Mythical Creatures'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RqAq8YvCr-I/AAAAAAAAASE/rAtv_fe5kuo/s72-c/lothlorien5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2536163705003928616</id><published>2007-07-15T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:16:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadiera, the Blood Elf Hunter and Onyx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RprT9YvCr5I/AAAAAAAAARc/VCes4tJ4wIg/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_071507_190744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RprT9YvCr5I/AAAAAAAAARc/VCes4tJ4wIg/s400/WoWScrnShot_071507_190744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087611780633636754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RprVA4vCr6I/AAAAAAAAARk/XdnwPLvY5Ug/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_071507_190752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RprVA4vCr6I/AAAAAAAAARk/XdnwPLvY5Ug/s400/WoWScrnShot_071507_190752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087612940274806690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2536163705003928616?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2536163705003928616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2536163705003928616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2536163705003928616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2536163705003928616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/nadiera-blood-elf-hunter-and-onyx.html' title='Nadiera, the Blood Elf Hunter and Onyx'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RprT9YvCr5I/AAAAAAAAARc/VCes4tJ4wIg/s72-c/WoWScrnShot_071507_190744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-1105576190397600153</id><published>2007-07-15T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:40:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Things I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rpqk6ovCryI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nr-I5QAPh5A/s1600-h/pBBW1-2769131dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rpqk6ovCryI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nr-I5QAPh5A/s400/pBBW1-2769131dt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087560056342490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqwI4vCr4I/AAAAAAAAARU/JeQoVecn3Yw/s1600-h/R332%7EButterfly-Wings-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqwI4vCr4I/AAAAAAAAARU/JeQoVecn3Yw/s400/R332%7EButterfly-Wings-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087572395783532418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquPIvCr3I/AAAAAAAAARM/6d14yxNpgqo/s1600-h/Costa_Rica_Surfing_650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquPIvCr3I/AAAAAAAAARM/6d14yxNpgqo/s400/Costa_Rica_Surfing_650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087570304134459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqlqIvCrzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2uVsghNnjZk/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqlqIvCrzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2uVsghNnjZk/s400/breakfast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087560872386277170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquLYvCr2I/AAAAAAAAARE/sjNAOfVl9CE/s1600-h/snowboarding1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquLYvCr2I/AAAAAAAAARE/sjNAOfVl9CE/s400/snowboarding1280x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087570239709949794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquEovCr1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dK6zyNgGnl0/s1600-h/sea-ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpquEovCr1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dK6zyNgGnl0/s400/sea-ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087570123745832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqsrYvCr0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dFa_oPm0o7A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpqsrYvCr0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dFa_oPm0o7A/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087568590442508098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-1105576190397600153?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1105576190397600153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=1105576190397600153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1105576190397600153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/1105576190397600153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/shiny-things-i-like.html' title='Shiny Things I Like'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Rpqk6ovCryI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nr-I5QAPh5A/s72-c/pBBW1-2769131dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-8176320251080596546</id><published>2007-07-10T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:11:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Land called Passive Aggressiva, and I am it's Queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpPwOCjd_II/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jot8UtLpzeo/s1600-h/Red+Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpPwOCjd_II/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jot8UtLpzeo/s400/Red+Queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085672528225893506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, again saddled with a pesky tension headache. Actually, it's more like a knot in the pit of my stomach and an unrelenting need to bury my head in the sand. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpP17Cjd_KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hFpSlcwJ3Co/s1600-h/headinsand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpP17Cjd_KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hFpSlcwJ3Co/s400/headinsand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085678798878145698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This headache, however, is not due to an offense received, but one given. It seems I was far too hasty in my judgment and consequent offense regarding our latest faery pictures. I judged hastily and harshly on inaccurate information and was then far too public with my harshness. Thus I find it only fair that I clear the name (though she was not named) of the one offended and just as publicly ask her forgiveness. Again, I think it only fair that if I am to pass a harsh, hasty and unfair judgment on someone, that I am doubly harsh and honest in my judgment of my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, our photographer was not, in fact, uncomfortable with the idea of faery pictures attached to her name because of their "mythical nature", but rather because the faery attire had been called into question. She had heard that our costumes might be rather risque, or at least more immodest than she was comfortable with. However, good friend that she was, she chose not to pass judgment on our costume choices, but to go ahead and provide us with her talents and services nonetheless. In all fairness, she was more than justified in having reservations concerning the appropriateness of the costumes. It is unfortunate that she didn't bring that up to me personally and find out what we intended to wear (which, correct me if I'm wrong, but I still find our costumes to be less than slutty. I don't know where she stands having seen the costumes, but that is beside the point.), but my responsibility as a good friend was to confront her personally and tactfully and discuss with her, before the fact, what potential issues there might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are many things I could have and should have done (or not done). I can picture my husband's "I-told-you-so" face right now, and he's absolutely right. Since I heard the alleged mockeries through the grapevine, I did not indeed know what I was being mocked for; or even if I was really being mocked. I made my assumptions based on the past and drew the worst conclusions. I took offense where none was meant and made myself out for the fool that I am. I did not go to the potentially offending person and ask for an explanation and deal with it in the appropriate way. Even as I sit here, I cast my mind about looking for someone or something else to pin blame on: my parents for my poor social skills; other friends for their lack of confrontational skills; my parents' divorce; I even considered the fact that my husband is gone and I'm not in my right mind... until I realized that at the time of the post he was here, advising me to talk to my (dare I still call her this?) friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really it comes down to two pivotal points in which I made poor decisions: the first was in failing to confront my friend and deal with the small problem at its head. The second was in airing my grievances in a public blog and basing them on inaccurate information. So now, instead of a bright and shiny blog based on the bright and shiny faery side of me, I have at my hands a dark and twisty blog, focused on such an ugly thing that started out so insignificantly, and that has damaged at least one (and possibly more) relationships. I hope not irreparably, but I have no reason to expect her to forgive me. With what I now know, I instead hold my friend in higher regard and have more respect for her: not only did she refrain from passing judgment on me to begin with, but she also was not the coward that I was when it came to honest confrontation.  I don't expect to regain her friendship or her respect any time soon. I hope that she can forgive me my indiscretion and that in some small way this post among other things can redress the wrongs I did her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... does anyone know a good therapist? It seems I need a better place to air my dark and twisty nature. (And yes... allusions to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; are rampant in this post. It worked for it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-8176320251080596546?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8176320251080596546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=8176320251080596546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8176320251080596546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/8176320251080596546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-land-called-passive-aggressiva.html' title='There is a Land called Passive Aggressiva, and I am it&apos;s Queen.'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RpPwOCjd_II/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jot8UtLpzeo/s72-c/Red+Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6346509899388117738</id><published>2007-07-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:43:35.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow ... Oops...</title><content type='html'>So I decided to change my slideshow slightly for the sidebar. I intended to leave the blogged one in color, but hadn't banked on the fact that the embedded slideshow is not the pictures themselves, but the link of the slideshow on slide.com. This means that both are changed in the same ways. Convenient, yes? Except when I don't want that change on both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm asking my reader(s?): should I keep it as is, or should I maybe switch the format/theme of Winter and Spring slideshows? It seems that would keep it closer to the style and match the time of year better. So unless I hear differently, I think I'll switch it. But I want feedback first. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6346509899388117738?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6346509899388117738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6346509899388117738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6346509899388117738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6346509899388117738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/slideshow-oops.html' title='Slideshow ... Oops...'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-4842062417625200384</id><published>2007-07-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:07:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faery Muse. Ings.</title><content type='html'>So I was rereading my last post written in frustration. I noticed a couple inconsistencies: in frustration and anger I decided to&lt;br /&gt; "guard even more closely the exuberant personality that I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after saying that, I wrote&lt;br /&gt; "I guarded my personality for the first 18 years of my life. I'm done with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Roxt5Sjd_HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mp9IJTTRWpA/s1600-h/GCLindaRavenscroftFaeryMuse-CALR15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Roxt5Sjd_HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mp9IJTTRWpA/s400/GCLindaRavenscroftFaeryMuse-CALR15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083558910395022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, honestly I really wasn't thinking straight here. That just doesn't make sense. Hence my emergence from my self-imposed exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure I'll do a little edit here, as well. This time, I'm going to try to think it through a little better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "If people can't handle it, if it's too embarrassing for them, if I make myself the butt of secret jokes and behind-my-back judgments, then that part of me will be shut up from the casual observer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets to be changed to:&lt;br /&gt; "If people can't handle it, if it's too embarrassing for them, if I make myself the butt of secret jokes and behind-my-back judgments-- well, that's just their problem, not mine. This is where I once again learn to employ a handy little method that saves me a lot of tension headaches from stupid offenses that were most likely unintentional anyhow. Essentially, if I don't hear it myself, it hasn't been said. Now I don't have to deal with their indiscretions and faulty judgments, I don't have to try and give them the "benefit of the doubt". Instead, I get to continue on my Blissful Little Faery Path through the Woods of Ignorance and get to bury my head in the bushes looking for the things I really care about. Faeries. And other things. Like berries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside: You know what sounds amazing right now? Huckleberries. For those of you poor fools who've never had a huckleberry, get on the next plane to Pocatello, ID, head out to Soda Springs and hunt down a good huckleberry patch. Don't ask the locals. They'll probably send you on a wild goose chase to keep you away from their Special Huckleberry Patch. If nothing else, find a place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; in southeastern Idaho that serves a huckleberry milkshake. You'll never be the same. End of Aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-4842062417625200384?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4842062417625200384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=4842062417625200384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4842062417625200384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4842062417625200384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/faery-muse-ings.html' title='Faery Muse. Ings.'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/Roxt5Sjd_HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mp9IJTTRWpA/s72-c/GCLindaRavenscroftFaeryMuse-CALR15.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6614262815076238777</id><published>2007-06-11T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:56:43.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spring Faery Goddesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-42.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782123358530&amp;amp;site=widget-42.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123358530&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p1/216172782123358530/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123358530&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p2/216172782123358530/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6614262815076238777?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6614262815076238777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6614262815076238777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6614262815076238777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6614262815076238777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/06/spring-faery-goddesses.html' title='The Spring Faery Goddesses'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-531930113513176503</id><published>2007-06-02T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:58:42.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Has Been Renewed...</title><content type='html'>...thanks to the hard work of Zindia and Sylphe. We were able to successfully banish Winter and Death and replace both with Spring and Life. A full photo documentation is up and coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-531930113513176503?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/531930113513176503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=531930113513176503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/531930113513176503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/531930113513176503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-has-been-renewed.html' title='The World Has Been Renewed...'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2122223679509741715</id><published>2007-05-23T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:31:00.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Faeries: Maerilille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782120293647&amp;amp;site=widget-0f.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 350px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=216172782120293647&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p1/216172782120293647/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=216172782120293647&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p2/216172782120293647/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2122223679509741715?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2122223679509741715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2122223679509741715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2122223679509741715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2122223679509741715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/fall-faeries_23.html' title='Fall Faeries: Maerilille'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2917867577340692090</id><published>2007-05-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:42:27.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soured</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to do pictures today. We didn't. It turned out our photographer didn't want to sully her good name with such a shameful, embarrassing venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did yoga pictures instead. A nice, healthy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; session. I should be grateful that she was ready to do it. I should. But instead I feel soured and slightly embittered. I'm trying to get over it, but what it comes down to, is I'm insulted. I'm proud of my pictures. I think they're artsy and cool and I think I look hot. There. I said it. It's a vanity thing, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, half of our small group of four was too embarrassed about the humiliating experience known in my world as the faery foray. I guess that being said, I should be grateful they backed out before we got dressed up and were in the woods. I just wish that my photographer had turned me down instead of patronizing me. If she has that huge of a reservation about it (she was worried about being googled and coming up with my pictures), I wish she had said, "No, I don't think that's my cup of tea." Or "No, I'm not artsy enough to appreciate that kind of creativity." Or "No, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this has accomplished is a desire in me to guard even more closely the exuberant personality that I have. This is a part of me that I, personally, enjoy and cherish and I'm not about to "cast pearls before swine" to use an exaggerated metaphor. I guarded my personality for the first 18 years of my life. I'm done with that. If people can't handle it, if it's too embarrassing for them, if I make myself the butt of secret jokes and behind-my-back judgments, then that part of me will be shut up from the casual observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, another thing. I can take a hard time to my face. I know faery pictures are weird. I know this is not a normal hobby. I know it's nerdy. I'm okay with that. I've come to terms with it and I enjoy doing it anyway. I've stood against criticism for as long as I've been doing this. But at least have the balls to mock me to my face. I can take that in good spirits a lot better than hearing through the grapevine how embarrassed everyone is for me. Nothing will put my back up faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had to vent a little bit. It's been eating at me all day and I have a nasty tension headache over it. This is the post that closes the vault to the few who can see and appreciate this for what it is: a grown woman's last few chances to embrace the youth and beauty that is entirely too fleeting. In a word: I just like to play dress-up &amp;amp; pretend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2917867577340692090?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2917867577340692090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2917867577340692090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2917867577340692090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2917867577340692090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/soured.html' title='Soured'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6563457925996870888</id><published>2007-05-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:31:25.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylphe the Spring Faery</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, I know. Sylphe is really the what an air spirit is called. There's a whole ballet (two, actually) about it. But that is indeed my chosen name for my spring faery. I can be called nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6563457925996870888?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6563457925996870888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6563457925996870888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6563457925996870888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6563457925996870888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/sylphe.html' title='Sylphe the Spring Faery'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-4673022224714769067</id><published>2007-04-15T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:00:50.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilyena Svetlana</title><content type='html'>What else could I be called in the winter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-4673022224714769067?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4673022224714769067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=4673022224714769067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4673022224714769067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/4673022224714769067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/04/ilyena-svetlana.html' title='Ilyena Svetlana'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2161511871599443657</id><published>2007-04-10T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:22:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970195880597&amp;amp;site=widget-95.slide.com" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=4&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970195880597&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/360287970195880597/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=4&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970195880597&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p2/360287970195880597/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2161511871599443657?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2161511871599443657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2161511871599443657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2161511871599443657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2161511871599443657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-out-my-slide-show_10.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2032170740567951918</id><published>2007-04-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:35:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Warmth of Spring...  Stop with the teasing!</title><content type='html'>I must admit I'm struggling a bit with this blog. While it is dedicated to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faery&lt;/span&gt; side of me, I must deem it a blog open to all of me and not just concentrated on that. There is so much more to me than just the fantastical. I simply want to have the freedom to demonstrate my personality in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'll update you with the newest plans for our upcoming Faery Outing. I have Faery Representation from three out of the four Seasons. Spring is the one yet unrepresented-- hence, I, along with my dear Faery Friends (new candidates for Faery Goddess positions) will shortly (meaning sometime this month) display our True Natures in Nature (HA. I'm so sly. That was a good one.), becoming the Embodiment of Spring as best we can interpret Spring Herself and our Own Selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ideally, we would have taken them a couple weeks ago, when Spring hit her brilliant peak at 78 glorious degrees Farenheit. Unfortunately for us, Spring seems to be having to fight Winter to retain her place this Year. The days have since turned Bitter with Cold instead of the Sweet Warmth we've all been eagerly anticipating to embrace the World. Initially this simply meant we would endure the Cold for the sake of the pictures. However, since the unfortunate Frost this past weekend, all the Flowers have now frozen and we lack the background of renewed Life that would be so appropo. No, the renewed Life has been cruelly destroyed by Harsh Winter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RhsT2oPI8nI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hTo_X9aIFsk/s1600-h/8552-R1-11-13A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RhsT2oPI8nI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hTo_X9aIFsk/s320/8552-R1-11-13A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051653236260926066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we await Winter's inevitable Defeat. But when, I implore you, will this most Desired Event occur? We've got a wonderful Photographer who has kindly agreed to take our Photos. We have the Essence of our Costumes assembled. We have yet to truly Embrace and Discover our individual Faery Characters. Perhaps Spring is waiting on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get right to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2032170740567951918?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2032170740567951918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2032170740567951918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2032170740567951918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2032170740567951918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/04/glorious-warmth-of-spring-stop-with.html' title='Glorious Warmth of Spring...  Stop with the teasing!'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RhsT2oPI8nI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hTo_X9aIFsk/s72-c/8552-R1-11-13A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6970849808978836589</id><published>2007-03-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:22:06.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirage</title><content type='html'>I recently did a personality test called "The Cube". It was a very right-brained test and very symbolic. I love personality tests, and this one ranks high in my book. It involves 6 questions in which you describe 6 different things. The first is a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    In my mind's eye, I see this desert. The sand is a gorgeous red and has little ripples in it from the wind. It also has a couple large rolling dunes, peaked at the top with a little sand spraying over the peak from the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sky is a brilliant, shocking blue and completely cloudless. There is no life for miles around, except small plants here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgXzq_E1XKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hlmc0QZPKeM/s1600-h/desert_habitat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgXzq_E1XKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hlmc0QZPKeM/s320/desert_habitat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045706877350272162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm vaguely aware of small desert creatures hiding in the shade of these plants, but I can't really see them and they are not important. I'm also vaguely aware of some blue, snow-capped mountains, far, far in the distance kind of off to my left. The sky is a darker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;more dangerous blue over there and I can see flashes of lightning. But since it is so far away, it is not important either. There are shimmering heat waves that I can see on the horizon and I periodically see mirages ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;  The sun is scorching hot, the sand burning my feet. At night, it is freezing cold. Even though the sand is hot, I love the feel of it on my feet. Sometimes I feel like I'm only looking at the desert, though, not actually in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    The focus for this blog is the mirage. By interpretation, this means two things for me. The first is that my trust has been betrayed at some point in my life by someone and so I no longer trust, or at least I am wary of trusting easily. This is very true for me. I can think of a few applications for this, but these are still not the focus of my blog. The second interpretation is the main point I'm trying to make. Seeing mirages in your desert means that you are intrigued by fantasy, by mythical and magical elements. Which I very much am. I love the idea of the ethereal. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgX1IvE1XLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DHQPIr_wtg0/s1600-h/dragon_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgX1IvE1XLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DHQPIr_wtg0/s320/dragon_dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045708487963008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love imagining that there are magical, sparkling, shimmering things in this world that you think you see out of the corner of your eye--- then you turn your head only to be disappointed. I love imagining that one of these times, I'm going to discover that all these mythical creatures are actually real. And I think I know why I like this. These creatures live for joy. They seem to be always happy, always mischeivous. They seem to be passionate, beautiful and exciting. I long to know that there are beings out there who live this way every day! It's such an enchanting thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6970849808978836589?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6970849808978836589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6970849808978836589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6970849808978836589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6970849808978836589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/03/mirage.html' title='Mirage'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgXzq_E1XKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hlmc0QZPKeM/s72-c/desert_habitat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-2961619042260776899</id><published>2007-03-23T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:29:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impish, The Mythical and The Ethereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgN_4fE1XJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2QWgOp78WIQ/s1600-h/Fairies%21-028-a-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgN_4fE1XJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2QWgOp78WIQ/s320/Fairies%21-028-a-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045016615976262802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory. I may be crazy. But here's what I think (or rather just kind of hope without a lot of gravity attached to the hope). I personally think that somehow, somewhere, there really do exist these fairy tale creatures. You know the ones. Mermaids, faeries, imps, centaurs, satyrs, giants, dragons--- all of them. I think they exist. I don't know how close we really are in the descriptions we give them, or if the pictures and ideas we have of them are accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it. There are SO many stories out there with various mythical creatures in them that I think there's got to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; basis for them. I think most legends and stories have roots in truth. Either way, I don't care what anyone says. I'm going to go on hoping that these enchanting creatures exist until I'm told unequivocally that they do not. Whether C. S. Lewis got it right and there is somehow other worlds in which these creatures reside, or they are somehow hidden in a version of Tolkein's Middle Earth, I want to believe in these charming beings in the same ways that they are portrayed in some of my favorite fantasy novels (mostly just the Chronicles of Narnia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-2961619042260776899?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2961619042260776899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=2961619042260776899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2961619042260776899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/2961619042260776899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/03/impish-mythical-and-ethereal.html' title='The Impish, The Mythical and The Ethereal'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgN_4fE1XJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2QWgOp78WIQ/s72-c/Fairies%21-028-a-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253844083299608788.post-6237576637863422844</id><published>2007-03-22T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:04:18.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgLvPfE1XII/AAAAAAAAAPA/EvYtZ3MtlGc/s1600-h/believebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgLvPfE1XII/AAAAAAAAAPA/EvYtZ3MtlGc/s320/believebig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044857581927226498" 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;Don't you hate that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253844083299608788-6237576637863422844?l=faeryshoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6237576637863422844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253844083299608788&amp;postID=6237576637863422844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6237576637863422844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253844083299608788/posts/default/6237576637863422844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeryshoppe.blogspot.com/2007/03/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Sheen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279523015122064776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://a228.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_4cb5dd0c43c98e4873f5a99d6873ca93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIFOXOyCS4I/RgLvPfE1XII/AAAAAAAAAPA/EvYtZ3MtlGc/s72-c/believebig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
