<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659</id><updated>2009-10-25T01:44:19.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for the Common Good</title><subtitle type='html'>Brain flows</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-5889530080723611993</id><published>2009-10-25T01:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:44:19.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Colder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s1600-h/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s320/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396408636265451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE IN THE ARCTIC WINDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-5889530080723611993?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5889530080723611993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=5889530080723611993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/5889530080723611993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/5889530080723611993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-getting-colder.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Colder'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s72-c/IMG_2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-5483057098115885741</id><published>2009-10-22T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:49:33.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no polar bear</title><content type='html'>i thought this would be my time to see n have an answered prayer, but perhaps another time, I am hoping to make a commercial of coca cola... the real one not the made up polar bears and make myself rich for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have snow up here and it's been staying here for the past few days. I've also seen n heard skidoos riding around. it's getting cold. and I have a feeling it will get colder n colder as days come n go!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;n i have to run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-5483057098115885741?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5483057098115885741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=5483057098115885741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/5483057098115885741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/5483057098115885741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-polar-bear.html' title='no polar bear'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2174502980347762186</id><published>2009-09-23T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:04:37.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>siting on top of the world</title><content type='html'>or seems like I am. A new season and it literally feels like a new season with the coldness that I feel when I step outside. My summer was one of the best and busy ones but not so tiring. I guess I could say it was one the most adventuresome.  After the Arctic in May, I was at home on the first day of June and spent time at home for at least 9 days or so. I actually stayed in Montreal for a bit and then to then to my kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, flew over to the southern eastern for almost 2 weeks for a "holiday". That was the best time ever to hang and chill and explore the area. Loved it to bits. love friends really. i would be so boring without them. i find friendships at times build a sweet character in us. Don't you think?  I miss them Hanners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in Ottawa for some time due to the Summit my uncle was holding. Finally made it home after a few days from my trip to Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home for a bit. learned politiks this summer at the CNYC Annual General Assembly.  I actually visited Nemaska this summer and Waskaganish twice this summer.  I went to a funeral where I learned to give even more out of your heart.  To live passionately and give the most of life and pursue what you love the most.  My life has been touched this summer in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I sit up here, it gives me smile cause I know I love to serve and give my time and energy to ones that need a helping hand, but not only that, but I get to do what I love to do. Who would have thought?  Of all places in the world, that I'd sit on top of this world and love from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2174502980347762186?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2174502980347762186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=2174502980347762186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2174502980347762186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2174502980347762186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/siting-on-top-of-world.html' title='siting on top of the world'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4359023081780311001</id><published>2009-08-30T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:39:52.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4359023081780311001?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4359023081780311001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=4359023081780311001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4359023081780311001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4359023081780311001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-8878564020524065019</id><published>2009-08-30T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:07:51.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooops</title><content type='html'>i have no idea how to get rid of myself in the followers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-8878564020524065019?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8878564020524065019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=8878564020524065019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/8878564020524065019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/8878564020524065019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops.html' title='ooops'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4514949080069240889</id><published>2009-07-13T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:19:57.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quote"</title><content type='html'>A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride is the mask of one's own faults. &lt;br /&gt;Jewish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride sullies the noblest character. &lt;br /&gt;Claudianus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Lord have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4514949080069240889?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4514949080069240889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=4514949080069240889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4514949080069240889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4514949080069240889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote.html' title='&quot;Quote&quot;'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-751630806238889675</id><published>2009-07-09T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:16:43.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>passion |ˈpa sh ən|&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1 strong and barely controllable emotion : a man of impetuous passion. See note at emotion .&lt;br /&gt;• a state or outburst of such emotion : oratory in which he gradually works himself up into a passion.&lt;br /&gt;• intense sexual love : their all-consuming passion for each other | she nurses a passion for Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;• an intense desire or enthusiasm for something : the English have a passion for gardens.&lt;br /&gt;• a thing arousing enthusiasm : modern furniture is a particular passion of Bill's.&lt;br /&gt;2 ( the Passion) the suffering and death of Jesus : meditations on the Passion of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;• a narrative of this from any of the Gospels.&lt;br /&gt;• a musical setting of any of these narratives : an aria from Bach's St. Matthew Passion.&lt;br /&gt;DERIVATIVES&lt;br /&gt;passionless adjective&lt;br /&gt;ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French, from late Latin passio(n-) (chiefly a term in Christian theology), from Latin pati ‘suffer.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What am I passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What do I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion...... bit of  a scary word I say.   Can a passion ever die? was it ever alive?  What do I truly believe in.  Who do I really believe in?  So many questions on this journey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion lies in the temporary things... or am I thinking of the things I like?  tricky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life would make sense if I had "PASSION" for something.... looking n looking.... on the road to discovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-751630806238889675?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/751630806238889675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=751630806238889675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/751630806238889675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/751630806238889675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-854876360221436555</id><published>2009-07-08T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:53:48.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>water &amp; sand</title><content type='html'>Managed to get mum outa the house and hang out with jojo (pup) and I to the beach.  We have this lil dog that puts us together in harmony in one sense or another.  He causes to laugh together at him at the silly things he does.  I appreciate this dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families can be so alike and yet so different.  In our differences, I want to learn and accept that we will not agree on some things.  I put myself aside and persisted that she come with us on this beautiful day and so it was as I wished.  Time together can be more  meaningful than thousands of words trying to explain your beliefs, convictions, and whatnot.  Sand and water is what we were.&lt;br /&gt;Jojo got both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-854876360221436555?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/854876360221436555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=854876360221436555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/854876360221436555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/854876360221436555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-sand.html' title='water &amp; sand'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-7600600372249498580</id><published>2009-07-06T11:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:29:29.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplate Now</title><content type='html'>d'you ever wonder where you meant to be in the long run? I've not experienced permanent or longevity in some thing or place or work.  Everything is so temporary, at least in my lil world.  As I get slightly older, I wonder where on earth could I possibly build my home. I only own a car, electric n acoustic guitar, laptop, ipod and a camera and leather pants.  No home.  I have family, but it's not the same. I'd like to have my own space.  I may be maturing.  A tad late I think.  Or was it totally meant to be this way......  So where shall we go Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what my house would look like, would it be very random and full of colour?  where is it?  I know my bathrooms would be clean.  So where should I go?  I know wherever I go, I will find my home in Him in me.  But what if I found a permanent job and own a place, would I know how to settle? Would I be able to stay put or would I be itching to leave the country every six months or so? Should I even bother settling somewhere or continue on with my nomadic life?  I have to decide.  I know for sure I want my special peeps in my life. I can't seem to go without.  I used to live totally on my own and not have tight peepsters in my life and never had issues!!! ;) But something extraordinary happened and now I long to be with the ones I love. I know they love me too.  I seem to "live" when I am with the ones I adore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no deep roots here, so why am I here? I have no idea.  Family is one thing, but other than that, I'm a wandering soul.  I've had this way of thinking every where I've lived since i was kid.  I won't decorate or buy much cause I won't be here for a long time anyway.  I've lived in many homes and so it's very easy to just "visit" wherever I happen to live... again temporarily.  I've been very simple all these years. I never minded not having a dresser when I used to live in the city.  Simplicity was my way of living or was it avoiding the creativity to flow in what I could have done? who knows. Or was I just mindless of such matters so I would not get in touch with the deep things of the heart.  So much to discover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of 2 things this morning when I got up, one I can't recall at the mo, but I used to like to run at my own pace of course, run as in that physical activity.  mmmmm the other ... still can retrieve it from the brain. Anyhow, it had to do with the things l like to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go back to writing these days and see if it's possible to publish random notes of the nomad.  I shall now enjoy the sun out there in my backyard with a book and a dog with me.  Haven't seen the sun since I've been back I think. It's been a while.  so long blog!  have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-7600600372249498580?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7600600372249498580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=7600600372249498580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7600600372249498580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7600600372249498580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/contemplate-now.html' title='Contemplate Now'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4493704477803720721</id><published>2009-06-16T00:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:53:47.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Under</title><content type='html'>So here I am after my time in the Arctic.  It's only been 16 days since I left my other home in the far north.  It's quite crazy when I think of where I been. Once on top of the world and now down below way over down this side of the world. I am indeed very blessed.  Now where do I go from here? Where is my life going to?  Do I just keep on traveling til my eyes behold the beauty of your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... just a bit of thinking here.... I'm resting for the day and off we will go tomorrow to some place called blue mountain or who knows where.  Where will I end up? I wonder.  Anyway I am not in deep thought cause I'm watching Anne of Green Gabbles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4493704477803720721?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4493704477803720721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=4493704477803720721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4493704477803720721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4493704477803720721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-under.html' title='Down Under'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-6447158841043942654</id><published>2009-03-05T01:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:36:31.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern chick</title><content type='html'>Still livin' n lovin' the arctic life.  I've been checking out this small village that I got new friends and I want to consider options of working here... still a big decision to make, but the thought of living in a village of less than 300 makes me happy or excited in some way... Im not sure if I got the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do I go and where do I begin this new journey,,,,,, still testing the grounds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's a mini update for now.&lt;br /&gt;tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-6447158841043942654?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6447158841043942654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=6447158841043942654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/6447158841043942654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/6447158841043942654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/northern-chick.html' title='Northern chick'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-6385329052785637295</id><published>2009-01-26T05:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:46:37.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>london</title><content type='html'>So here i am again in London after 8 months from my first stay with the Fowlers. I love everything about London and its splendor.  A person such as I could only appreciate this life as we can not have or experience this kind of life where I am from.  I love London and its people and culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-6385329052785637295?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6385329052785637295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=6385329052785637295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/6385329052785637295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/6385329052785637295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/london.html' title='london'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2862415466102349614</id><published>2009-01-10T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:07:48.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 10 at 6:54pm</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog of the year.  I've not had such a peaceful, restful and relaxing Christmas holiday.  I loved our "family times" which always involved food but in total moderation.  We did so well this year.  &lt;br /&gt;I got lots gift this year, to name a few, sephora makeup (I chose), warm sock, a lot of earrings, 10x mirror so I can pluck n pick my face, perfume and let's not forget the bedroom set.  &lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times was hanging out with my nieces and nephew of course but he can't do much just yet.  But my nieces and I got the chance to bake some shortbread cookies and decorated them.  It was just a lovely afternoon.  And at another time, I took my 2 year old niece sledding and my other 2 nieces wanted to come along and so we went sliding and it was quite the joy to see them laugh and flip over and giggle and play in the snow white hill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still at home with the parents, but will be leaving in a week to head over to England for a good 10 days.  I have been invited to a lovely wedding and I am so excited to join the party and celebrate their oneness.  I hope to so some shopping and discovering more the city with Sam and hope to chill with Melissa as well in the city of London! How exciting.  I am off to a great start and sure hope it's a fun ride throughout this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, I go back to my country and off to the Arctic!  I will be back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now.  So long peeps.  I hope our paths come across this year a bit more often than this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2862415466102349614?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2862415466102349614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=2862415466102349614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2862415466102349614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2862415466102349614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-10-at-654pm.html' title='January 10 at 6:54pm'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-7968101888260835268</id><published>2007-04-25T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:41.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>typical wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RjAYqPLKiqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xHZJEIz8xJQ/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RjAYqPLKiqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xHZJEIz8xJQ/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057569495443999394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the day you have your room clean spic n span.  Everything's gotta be clean. I decided to go full out and washed my sheets and exfoliate my face and mask it.  Do I ever look more beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-7968101888260835268?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7968101888260835268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=7968101888260835268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7968101888260835268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7968101888260835268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2007/04/typical-wednesday.html' title='typical wednesday'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RjAYqPLKiqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xHZJEIz8xJQ/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4609368815001861379</id><published>2007-05-12T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>conference + soaking school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RkYEU_LKirI/AAAAAAAAABE/65bPFE0OfZo/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RkYEU_LKirI/AAAAAAAAABE/65bPFE0OfZo/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063739589626858162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened and lotsa more to come and great things both fun and a bit hard times....  It's been quite the week and I hope to have Monday to process eveything that papa's been telling me and challenging me...its all good. anyway i have to keep this short as I may need to go to the afternoon session and a huge part of me wants to go to the room and sleep.  what to do and what not to do.  here's the latest look&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4609368815001861379?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4609368815001861379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=4609368815001861379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4609368815001861379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/4609368815001861379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2007/05/conference-soaking-school.html' title='conference + soaking school'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RkYEU_LKirI/AAAAAAAAABE/65bPFE0OfZo/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-7385882372623126996</id><published>2007-07-08T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:41.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.;'[]=-`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RpGa6bQXNyI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OfwwJYBqw0/s1600-h/Photo+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RpGa6bQXNyI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OfwwJYBqw0/s320/Photo+329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085015782817478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was not cree, but just couldnt come up with a good title.  this is all i wanted to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-7385882372623126996?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7385882372623126996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=7385882372623126996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7385882372623126996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/7385882372623126996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='.;&apos;[]=-`'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RpGa6bQXNyI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OfwwJYBqw0/s72-c/Photo+329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-698772771294088159</id><published>2007-07-19T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:41.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take care or be careful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/Rp7ppOSkO7I/AAAAAAAAABc/8AW2ue9i-xQ/s1600-h/Photo+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/Rp7ppOSkO7I/AAAAAAAAABc/8AW2ue9i-xQ/s320/Photo+338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088761523395115954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that when I try to change a way of saying things or be careful not to make noise, the more I say things in a wrong way and the more noise I make.  I found out that once I pray for help, everything I want to say comes out naturally and dont need to stress myself.  All I need is to ask plainly what I need and I get it freely. So cool!!  That's one revelation!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-698772771294088159?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/698772771294088159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=698772771294088159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/698772771294088159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/698772771294088159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-care-or-be-careful.html' title='take care or be careful'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/Rp7ppOSkO7I/AAAAAAAAABc/8AW2ue9i-xQ/s72-c/Photo+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-846100026098219265</id><published>2007-09-01T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:40.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RtkHYgeh-mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bF-FejUVr98/s1600-h/100_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RtkHYgeh-mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bF-FejUVr98/s400/100_1544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105119770217413218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can you do up in the freezing north?  ok, maybe I am exagerating, but you have to understand that I was in California where it never was chily.  I still miss California..the people, the place, basically just about everything.  It's my sister in laws birthday nite and having a glass of wine and the rest of the gang was playing poker...they tried to teach me, but i couldn't be bothered to learn.  I just don't get and it's just one too many numbers.  My younger brother is here for the weekend and it's been a ball since he's been here.  &lt;br /&gt;We have no plans for this weekend, but as far as I know we are staying put.  I was hoping to leave, but I am still in the process of paying bills.  &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...life is interesting here.  I've worked 2 weeks now and i have one more week to go and I will probably work another 2 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I;m kinda boring right now, just now because I have not done anything different in my life.  I need to be more creative and take the initiative...when it comes to doing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could or should work on my many sermons that are going on in my mind!!  Anyway "I gots to go, cause I got nothing against them Indians".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-846100026098219265?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/846100026098219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=846100026098219265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/846100026098219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/846100026098219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-weekend.html' title='long weekend'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/RtkHYgeh-mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bF-FejUVr98/s72-c/100_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-908983196376047063</id><published>2008-03-31T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:40.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/R_FstRNPB6I/AAAAAAAAACY/2p3ISlTxTGM/s1600-h/100_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/R_FstRNPB6I/AAAAAAAAACY/2p3ISlTxTGM/s400/100_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184044171048978338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week while having dinner with mom and dad, this one line came out of the blue.  "You were non status until 1986".  They were joking around about.... history I guess I dunno how to put it.  They're funny people.  But every now and again, my mom will mention that she married a "white" guy and my dad gets all proud of it and has this funny smirk, but anyway the point here is that maybe, perhaps, and could it be possible that is to why I don't really care about my so called Indianess if there is such a word?  Seriously though, I am not proud of being "First Nations" as we are called.  I just think I'm Indian and it's not a big deal as most people think it is.  Whenever I see the sign "Native Pride" just makes my head go whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad did not get his Native status until that year... and since my birth I had my mom status number.. funny but yea the government gives or labels us with numbers so they don't get mixed up or whatever.  But you know what I mean.  Everyone gets a number like the SIN #, but we precious Indians have an extra number. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we know that our significance comes from our fathers.  If my dad had a question mark for so many years because he could not be labeled or known as Native or Non Native, then how did that affect him?  It's almost like he could not be accepted from both ends.  Funny that! But not really I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird cause his mom is full on Cree :P and his dad is i dunno how many percentage of Creeness and Whiteness in him.  But anyway, I just thought that was very interesting to my knowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know from stories from back in the day when everyone had their lil "area" or parts to live, my grandparents lived a bit out of the rest of them Indians as if they were not Indian!  They totally talked and lived like Indians. weird isn't it?... hope you are not offended reading this... just don't take it too seriously.  Anyway the small bay my grandparents lived was called the "bad white folks" because that was the Iserhoff area.  And it's all because of that Hitler dude.  Iserhoff is a German name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that is my mini history.  It always fascinates me to know of my 'culture' I guess.  Interesting donchya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave a picture of a true Indian standing on Native land - My Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-908983196376047063?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/908983196376047063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=908983196376047063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/908983196376047063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/908983196376047063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/1986.html' title='1986'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/R_FstRNPB6I/AAAAAAAAACY/2p3ISlTxTGM/s72-c/100_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-3303678192632433381</id><published>2008-05-19T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:40.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian to English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SDGF-Y9lAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aJ8CDxwglDY/s1600-h/DSCF1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SDGF-Y9lAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aJ8CDxwglDY/s400/DSCF1182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202086351488746050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from traveling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to London for a week and experienced the total English culture with the Fowlers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise, it rained once during my seven day stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off to hitting the streets at the market place in Porotbello, Nottinghill,  strolling on Oxford &amp; Picadilly street, going to the country side where all is green and all is posh (polo thingy), pub in the country, movies at the cool Electric theatre on a lazyboy with drinks n food, a whole shopping day with a new friend, a night at the theatre musical to see Lord of the Rings -INCREDIBLE!!, shopping on King Rd or st, sight seeing -Buckingham palace, big ben, london eye, trafalgar circle, etc..., (English) dinner party, horse back riding, afternoon with Tara 'new friend', clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed the funnest trip and hope to do it again.  Brought home some memories where there's much laughter and craziness with the English lad.  Had a few awkward moments, lots of silly moments and some interesting moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I loved to be English.  I  love them peeps.  Very sweet people.  I now like Classical music in the morning.  I like eating slow in the morning.  I like fresh yogurt.  I like Sam of course and his family is sweet.  I like the cool tiny cars.  I like the many accents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I liked everything about my trip even the spending part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel refreshed and revived in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-3303678192632433381?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3303678192632433381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=3303678192632433381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/3303678192632433381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/3303678192632433381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/indian-to-english.html' title='Indian to English'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SDGF-Y9lAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aJ8CDxwglDY/s72-c/DSCF1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-976026135353451646</id><published>2008-06-05T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:54:40.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adoption anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SEdvFJsrViI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrzPJYvVqIU/s1600-h/Photo+475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SEdvFJsrViI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrzPJYvVqIU/s400/Photo+475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208253628370605602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone adopt me?&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;i took the worst picture ever, but I actually am quite nicer looking in real life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-976026135353451646?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/976026135353451646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=976026135353451646&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/976026135353451646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/976026135353451646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/adoption.html' title='adoption anyone'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SEdvFJsrViI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrzPJYvVqIU/s72-c/Photo+475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2390125931737457740</id><published>2008-11-25T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:37:11.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winterland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s1600-h/DSCF3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s400/DSCF3747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727100582056850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2390125931737457740?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2390125931737457740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=2390125931737457740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2390125931737457740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2390125931737457740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/winterland.html' title='winterland'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s72-c/DSCF3747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-3685121021087873225</id><published>2008-11-25T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:27:26.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>december is almost here</title><content type='html'>I am on the verge of getting excited to go home....&lt;br /&gt;i will be in another society where there are countless shops, coffee shops, non stop incoming calls and numerous text messages, let's just say one massive distraction.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to sort out my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I need to manage my time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be smart and not go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days and I will be swept away to another destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-3685121021087873225?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3685121021087873225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=3685121021087873225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/3685121021087873225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/3685121021087873225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-is-almost-here.html' title='december is almost here'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2255840763627341605</id><published>2008-10-20T03:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:47:33.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>I'd like to meet ... the man of my dreams. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder at times if that will be the story of my life... remarried like so many or will it be... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope at times to be with him, dunno what he looks like...&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself stop right there and that I need to be realistic and not go to lalaland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me sleep on this!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2255840763627341605?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2255840763627341605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=2255840763627341605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2255840763627341605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/2255840763627341605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-103559163242540335</id><published>2008-09-18T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:12:50.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>winds</title><content type='html'>so as i tried to sleep yesterday, i had a bit of difficulty due to loud winds. it was said the winds were roughly 90 km/h.  can it get any more windier?  Anyway, I managed to fall asleep and got up at 530pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I was informed they had flurries at noon.  So I missed that out.  People got excited about the winds of change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not have the proper jacket for this weather. I didn't think I'd need my winter jacket so soon... so I will need to face this great challenge. But thank goodness I have friends who have cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD ANYHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-103559163242540335?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/103559163242540335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34093659&amp;postID=103559163242540335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/103559163242540335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34093659/posts/default/103559163242540335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/winds.html' title='winds'/><author><name>Fawnsita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03392960121637014356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06143449640508812490'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>