Tuesday, October 29, 2013

When The Lights Go Out.

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Ever notice how when there is a storm and the lights go out and you are caught in the bathroom ....

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. . . someone invarably knocks on the door and yells, "everything ok in there?"

I like to yell back that "ya, thanks, I am good. Thank heavens no-one moved my "equipment" when I wasn't paying attention and everything is just where I remembered it."

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I have always wondered what would happen if I said, "NO!!" It's too dark. Can't see a thing. Can't find my ass anywhere."

 
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HAIR:  Analog Dog nightingale
EYES:   IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Verdigris Light
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
OUTFIT:  ~CandyMetall~ Sucubo Satin Lingerie
POSES:  Slouch Poses
 
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Sunday, October 27, 2013

The Super Hero Me.

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I don't like to brag and talk about my hidden life as a super hero but I saved a couple of chickens yesterday.

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There I was, mild mannerdly typing at my computer, sipping herbal tea, the epitome of not a super hero here folks look away ... and suddenly there was this hysterical barking and mad clucking and the sound of chickens hurling themselves against a metal fence. (Super hearing comes with the tights)

I jumped from my chair and saw one neighbours dog madly attacking another neighbour's chickens and although there was a metal cage between them, THAT dog was intent on having a drumstick or two for lunch. I ran right out going "heeeyyyy doggy ... shoo shoo ... go away ..." and the dog was having none of it. He was not shooing in the slightest. Some dogs are that far gone they have no respect for leotards and a cape. It is really sad and a reflection of just how far gone we are as a society. So I waved at the puppy and finally he looked at me and I think swore a little and then he ran off .. clearly embarrassed at how he had been carrying on around chickens. Lust is like that though, it takes no prisoners. He would live to eat his kibbles and bits sans the chicken drumsticks. It might not be what he wanted, but it was all he was going to get. No-one buys chickens for their dogs anymore ... everyone is downsizing.

Unfortunately the chickens did not fare as well. One had a broken beak. Thank heavens they were still breathing because even Super Heroes have their limits and I was not going to be doing any fowl CPR. So ya I talked to them a bit and tried to cheer them up with some jokes and the story of the Little Red Hen and they were doing ok although the poor chicken with a broken beak now clucks with a lisp.

 So sad.

I had to tell the neighbours what happened. I was so worried about breaking the news to them that they had now had a special needs chicken. I tried to tell them it would not change my feelings about the chickens at all ... I still hated them and their smell as much as I did before they were victims of a violent crime. I would continue to swear at them under my breath just as if they had a normal beak.

She thanked me a lot. And took the news really well.

She invited us over for dinner.

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We had beakless chicken.


SKIN:   AKERUKA Barbara Light
HAIR:   Analog Dog AD - bayou
EYES:   IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Verdigris Light
LASHES:  Amacci
DRESS and PURSE:  Bubblez Design  BB - Keai Outfit
SHOES:  tram Carnation Flats
POSES:   Slouch Poses

 
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Friday, October 25, 2013

Old People Are Pinching My Cheeks.

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A lot of people have been telling me lately that I have a glow about me.
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They like my skin, what am I glowing about, etc etc.

I have been glowing ever since I learned that "Jesus wanted me for a sunbeam."

Then there was the pregnancy glow and I did that several times although I failed to A: either detect any glow or B: give a shit about glowing. Having your head in the toilet throwing up can do that to you ...

I suppose with the heat you get kind of a sheen on your face that could be mistaken for glowing.

Sweat can sometimes mimic glowing.

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But mostly I do know what is going on. I just don't know how to tell really cute older people that pinch your cheek and tell you that you are glowing, that I am not actually glowing at all ... I am just really drunk. . . .


SKIN:  7DS 7 Deadly s{K}ins - SYS Chrissy
HAIR:  Maitreya  Lauren
EYES:   IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Verdigris Light
LASHES:  Amacci
HANDS:  SLink  Mesh Hand Elegant 1
TOP:   Lisa L  *LL* Pullovers White
PANTS:  coldLogic  pants - bell.snow
SHOES:  G&D the Italian Style  Pump v1 Line White
POSES:  Di's Opera
 
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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Make It A Really Unexpected Surprise.

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People get really crabby over the weather. If it is too hot, they complain and if it is too cold they complain. I think people just like to complain and be miserable.

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I want to help the world to be a happier place. People just need to wake up to the fact they are happier than they think they are. Some people are happy and they don't know it and so you have to help them clap, and stamp their feet, and shout hooray .... otherwise they would never get to sing that song.

Some people are happy even when they shouldn't be. Like little kids should never smile or look happy when they are getting yelled at. It just makes things wayyy worse.

I don't think army guys should smile either when they are dropping and giving the yelly guy "50." I think it probably just encourages him to give them more.

I like to be happy when everyone is grumpy. It gives me kind of perverse pleasure to know that it must make them even crazier to think not everyone is suffering in the same way. Misery does love company.  Even people it might not otherwise associate with will do when we are talking real out and out misery. This is one case where the choir can come on in and be preached to. Warm bodies of any kind do.

I like driving people crazy. It is a gift. If you react completely opposite from what they want or expect ... lions won't eat you, for example.

 It's true.

 If you go out into the jungle and refuse to get on the lion spit with an apple in your mouth - the lion might not eat you BUT if you go out there and when the lion is charging at you, you don't scream or lie down, you pull out a bazooka and blow the lion away ... the lion is so suprised . . . it doesn't eat you.

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Bazookas are a good surprise tactic to use in real life too.

No-one expects you have a bazooka in your purse.


SKIN:   AKERUKA Barbara Light
HAIR:  AlliandAli Designs  Soraya Hair
EYES:   IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Verdigris Light
LASHES:  Amacci
MAKE-UP:  Zoul 
DRESS:  coldLogic dress - jones.crimson
EARRINGS:  +:+WTG+:+ **Candy** ear pierces I
NAILS:  A&A  FAshion  Dangerous Nails2010/black
PURSE:  MOSS by Steffen Garcia, Triquetra
LEGGINGS:  The Secret Store  - Lace knit socks - Black
BOOTS:  MV Deadly Velvet Dust
POSES:   Wetcat

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Rites of Spring, The May Pole, and Other Stuff.

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Pay no attention to the fall motif in this picture.  It is technically spring here and I thought, you know what, I should be doing spring things. I should be looking for lambs cavorting in flowered fields.
 
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I would look except it is too hot and the lambs here are most likely surrounded by a herd of flies. It is kinda sad really ... the cows each get a lovely white bird and the sheep get fly herds.
 
I was not at all deterred in my quest to celebrate spring. I looked for a may pole and phoned my hubby and told him if I could get this dance and ribbon thing down that he should plan on getting lucky tonight.
 
I was pretty confident I would have my "rites" well in hand as soon as I started dancing.
 
I had to settle for one of the trees in the backyard. My granddaughter could not hold the broom up long enough for me to sufficiently dance around. I got some old bed sheets and ripped them into "ribbons" and then I tied them and started to dance. It was exhausting because I had to play the roles of all 8 dancers, one at a time. I had the plain and unattractive older sister "Jane Bennet," the girl with the beautiful blonde hair and perfect teeth "Rapunzel," Myself of course, the spoiled rich bitch "Nelly Oleson," the very thin, hauntingly beautiful, but strange girl from the old scary house on top of the hill "Posh Beckham," and 3 shorter jolly girls, "Grumpy," "Sneezy," and "Bashful."
 
In the end all the ribbons were entwined and I was off in the bushes, leaving Posh to pick up my certificate of merit so that my husband and I could do this in style. Not just anyone can do the rites.  You have to be both educated AND the winner.  At one point I thought I was going to lose to Posh but then I used psychological warfare and told her that the winner had to eat cupcakes at the awards ceremony. 
 
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I have done the rites of spring and danced around the may pole in some ridiculous manner as a child but I don't remember there being as much light headedness and puking involved afterwards.  I think oxygen masks kind of ruing the fresh untouched look of flowers in the hair too. 
 
It is so disappointing when you try to recreate something and the magic is gone. 
 
 
SKIN:  .::WoW Skins::. AmyLee Tan
HAIR:  Analog Dog  AD - trouble clef
EYES: Ibanez Ltd Edition Natural  Eyes - Ebony
LASHES:  ByKay Seductive
DRESS and SHOES:  ...:::Beautiful Dirty Rich :::... Summer Diva
NECKLACE:  LaGyo_Bizarre flower necklace
CARDIGAN:  K2 United Enterprises mesh - cardigan pure red
HALLOWEEN STUMP:  ISOVII  Halloween & Thanksgiving2013-pumpkin stump
 
 
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Art of the Tam.

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I had a tam to wear to school.

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Grandparents like to dress their grandkids up like little minature them, and then they kiss them goodbye and put them on the school bus and send them off to get their asses kicked on the playground because kids only like the elderly when they actually have real grey hair, are in their rocking chairs, and offering plates of homemade cookies.

They can spot a pseudo grandma a mile away.

Tams were not cool.

Cowboy hats and baseball caps were the only head gear worthy of sitting at the popular kids table.

I knew as soon as I saw them dressed like cowboys and farmers I was never going to fit in.

I wore my tam all day and pretended I loved it.

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Sometimes the annoyance factor is worth any personal discomfort incurred and the the surest way to really annoy people is to buck the system and really enjoy yourself while you do, not caring what they think.

That takes it to the level of super annoyed.

The level where many people have died.

I didn't.

That annoyed them even further.

My tam sits in my china cabinet with a gold banner ... "Grand Double Supreme Queen of Annoyance." I used all my sparkle paints to do it. I just threw away the picture of the unicorn cavorting with the fairy princesses.

It was worth the sacrifice.

SKIN:  7DS  7 Deadly s{K}ins - BOO!beeees Hunt
HAIR:   Bliensen and Maitai  - La Folie du Jour
EYES:  MayFly  Myrtal Green
LASHES:  Angel Rock curl Fluffy Hollywood Stars
HAT:  Jinko
JEWELLERY:  Addiction Protective Owl Set
NAILS:  [Bamboo] Nails  - Spring Peach
BELT:  {me.} Pansy Chain Belly [GOLD]
TOP:  KANOU - GRACE
SKIRT:  Coquet  Free Group Gift and New Releases!
SHOES:  Retro' - Nicole Beige Heel MESH

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Is The Fat Lady Singing?

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How reasonable are we being?

 

If you buy a skin for $800, recognizing some are more expensive and some are less, and then have to buy several different make-ups, have to buy  hands and feet and  special shoes and nails to fit those hands and feet, and breasts and an ass, and now lips ... we have taken the cost of a skin that used to be complete with the one purchase (our $800)  to thousands and thousands of Lindens.

 

The economy is tanking all over the world.  Second Life's numbers are diminishing and I am not sure how people are going to survive if instead of responding in an intelligent manner, bringing prices down, offering more value for dollar, we are acting like everyone just won the lottery.

 

While some of the new advancements are great and the talent behind them is probably genius (I am not a designer and they all look like geniuses to me)is it possible for fashion to put itself right out of business by widely adopting these as the new standard??

 

Will new people be willing to come in here, see their crappy avatar, look at the others who have been here forever, and then consider the learning curve AND the cost to get everything they need to even have a chance to play the game on the same level as everyone else?

 

I remember coming in and realizing the "you can play without needing money" was a crock.  I bought a skin and it did not make me like the rest of you.  Then I realized I had to also buy the shape.  Then came the shock that if I wanted different make-ups, it meant buying more skins.  Then it was the hair had to be quality, I needed better eyes, lashes, and of course, a decent AO.  I have money and still the amount I had to slap down to play a game was pretty daunting.  I have continued to spend a small fortune on SL each month, telling myself that well, it is my "hobby."  I know many people who do not have that luxury and my fear is, with all of these new expensive attachments, we are pounding in the final nails of a quickly closing coffin, on Second Life Fashion.

 

And it is not that you buy ONE pair of hands and you are good to go, there are several styles, several eyes, several lashes, several feet, different teeth, different lips, breasts, ass, and dozens upon dozens of make-up and we are not even at clothes and accessories.

 

Every time I open a skin there are so many peripheral items I am not even sure what they all are and what I need to keep and what I am supposed to do with them.

 

I don't have any answers here, it is just a question I ask myself as each new item comes out.  The fashion world feeds itself.  Designers share items, models and bloggers have some access to new items, friends work together, but we can't sustain this industry without customers and the regular players taking part.  There have been so many blows to Second Life in the last little while, I guess I am just not sure why we are doing something to ourselves that seems to undermine the sustainability of the whole virtual fashion world.

It is Really Hot Here.

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We went to a caravan show on the weekend.

 
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For the non Australians, think campers and trailers with some deviations due to climate etc. We are still shopping for the big sojourn across Australia next year but I must say that people here take their shopping very seriously. I think there must have been some kind of competition with huge awards or something. Clearly I missed it on the way in. I just paid my money, picked up my bag for the 10 million brochures we would pick up and walked on by the little donut stand.

It was a lovely day and we moved from trailer caravan to caravan and waited our turn to have a peek inside, sometimes stepping right in and sometimes just looking from the doorway. Even the biggest ones, lets be serious, take like anything from a nanosecond to maybe one minute to see what there is to see and move on. There were not big deviations ... you walk up to one, you wait for the people in there, and then you look and then you get out of the way of the people waiting to get in. Seems simple right? And like really a minute or two wait time for you to see what is basically the same as the last 300 you just saw but maybe with green curtains instead of red.

And then you have the people who think they are the only ones there and who got the missing memo about their being some kind of big prize for being a complete asshole.  They clearly think that no-one is more important than them and while they can complain about everyone else doing A-B-C . . . no-one can complain about them.

Then there is the lady who walked right in front of me, blocked me from going around her either side, and then turned and elbowed me hard as she announced to her husband that I was not more important than her and SHE wanted to get into the trailer . . . even after her husband meekly told her that I was actually with the man who was already IN the trailer.

She snorted at me and plowed on in.

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Ya .. that woman is dead.
 
They just found bits of her sunbrella ripped to shreds and scattered on the hot dusty ground next to some broken corn chips.
 
It was a hot day and I am not as Canadian as I once was.
 
SKIN:  Hush  Mia Skin - Captivate
HAIR: [LeLutka]-JOSEPHINE hair
EYES:  MayFly  Myrtal Green
MAKE-UP: Mia Snow Eyeshadow
Hush Lipstick
LASHES:  Angel Rock curl Fluffy Hollywood Stars
DRESS:  MumuHime Fall Of Fame (Blood Black)
NAILS:  Candy Nail  #P032 Feather Red
POSES:  ZZANG

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Friday, October 18, 2013

My Ass is Damn Tired.

 
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Do you know that if you like walk into the middle of a street in Real Life and stand like this ...people either look at you like you are mental or they take it as a personal challenge to try and run over you?
 
 
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We live a pretty isolated life in here in SL.  In here you can walk around with duck lips ... they haven't been invented yet, but I am pretty sure they will be coming soon to a store near you for only $1000 L and probably be packaged with an artificial ass so you can kiss your own ass with your new duck lips. 
 
You can do that in here and people applaud you. Well, they applaud some of you, and at least they ignore the rest of us.  We are allowed to be asses in here without much recrimination.  In fact we are encouraged to buy extra asses.  How cool is that??
 
Real life is not like that.  I think they should put warnings on things in here to prepare us so that we don't go out there and try these things in RL and end up hurt ....
 
 
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 . . . applying ice packs to the tire marks over my ass . . .
 
 
SKIN:  Mirror's Enigma [:ME:] Ashley Peach
HAIR:  ::Exile:: Stay the Night: Dark Reds
EYES:  MayFly  Myrtal Green
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
JEWELLERY:  Chop Zuey  Crux Invictus
RING:  Indy&Co.: Chablis Antique Rings-Silver Peach
NAILS:  Izzie's - Gradient Nails
PURSE:  Beetlebones ::BB:: Hearts Sling Pouch PASTEL
TOP: Mirror's Enigma  [:ME:] Ashley's Blouse (Gypsy)
SKIRT: Mirror's Enigma  [:ME:] Ashley's Maxi Skirt (Gypsy)
SHOES:  Ingenue CITRON NUDE
POSES:  Juxtapose
LOCATION:  Tea Time
 
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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Road Kill.

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The white man was once very responsible.

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Before Walmart blurred all the lines ... we came, we farmed, we hit things, like animals ... first with the horse and buggy, then cars, and later farm equipment. We were like ants ... the cry would go out, the family would show up from all directions from wherever they were and they would gather up the little (or big) critter and the family would have squirrel or bunny stew, deer roast followed by deer sandwiches and possibly deer helper in a single pan, and someone would gather the fur and make stylish coats and hats and any left over claws were used to pick teeth or make jewellery. Those women especially gifted at Pinteresting before their time, boiled hooves down to make sparkle glue.

That is why you see so many women from the prairie wandering around in stylish furs and fancy clothes standing next to grandpa in overalls and holding a pitchfork.

They weren't as shallow as you think.

They were thrifty, living off the land, being environmentally responsible. And they paid a heavy price for that. If your wife had a lot of fur coats, and your kids had a satchel full of glue and "toothpicks" it was like a neon sign to the community that no-one should ever book your husband to do any extra combining come Harvest ...

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. . . he clearly could not tell the steering wheel from his own ass and no-one wanted him driving in their fields.

This is just one of the many sad and tragic tales of survival on the prairies, the ups and the downs, the costs to their humanity.

Cookie anyone???


SKIN:  Mirror's Enigma [:ME:] Stella Peach Skintone
HAIR:  ChiChickie! Hair Fair 2013
EYES:  IKON Perspective Eyes - Nymph
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
MAKE-UP: JeSyLiLo eyeshadow
Mirror's Enigma eyeshadow and lipstick
OUTFIT INCLUDING SUNGLASSES:  { Indyra} Claudette
BOOTS:   ISON  - cult riding boots (brown)
PURSE:   ISON - folded leather clutch brown
POSES:  Di's Opera
LOCATION:  Little Rascal's

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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Power Red.

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Red is a power colour.

You put it on and you are like embued with super powers or something.

I read that in Cosmo when I was a kid and had to read it under the covers with a flashlight at night because back then we were still all undressing in the dark and pretending we didn't have naked bits underneath our clothes.

I think a lot of our grandparents died, without ever even knowing anything about those naked bits.  I think it brought them a real sense of peace.

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I just think it kinda sucks when you know stuff because you are well read and were able to sneak things into your bedroom in your underwear when other people clearly didn't and couldn't and other people don't know and they don't pay you the respect you deserve. It takes talent to work a flashlight under your blankets, while reading, and not dying because there is no air and it gets so hot that your entire bed is wet with your sweat.

What is the point of wearing red if you don't get to be in charge?

I wore read to work this one time and my boss got there and he was all like, "What the hell are you doing in my office with those penquins and my golf clubs?"

No-one asks Batman about his fetishes.

They just get out of his way.

I wore red to church once and stood up on the pulpit and started singing the solo part in the choir while attempting to fly past Jesus and the angels and they sent me home with the Salvation Army armed guard. Those women are really scary and they weren't wearing any red. They put my leotards in their purse and my cape in my mouth. I don't think that was at all respectful to the whole idea behind power and superness.

So I pretty much wrote Cosmo and told them that their whole power colour thing was not a full proof concept and that they should be more responsible in their journalistic endeavours.   I actually wrote to them 233 times because they didn't respond to the first 232 letters.  I didn't think they were taking me seriously either.  But, in fairness to them, they did respond to that 233rd letter ...

They took away my cosmo subscription ...

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. . . and my flashlight ...


SKIN:  Lara Hurley-Aimee Tan
HAIR: AlliandAli Designs Serene Hair
BARETTE:  Eclectica - Vintage Barettes
EYES:  IKON Perspective Eyes - Nymph
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
JEWELLERY:  $GaNKeD$ Firestarter Jewelry Set BOXED
DRESS:  coldLogic dress - london.scarlet
PURSE:  welldone.atelier /  Clutch /  red
SHOES:  N-core MAMBO "Black" (Mesh)
NAILS:  Vanity Fair - Giftbox - Bloody Black French Nails Adoness
 
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Monday, October 14, 2013

A Horse With A Bell.

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Riding a bike around a farm is kinda sad.   You wanna be cool do wheelies and stuff but you really can't.

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Dirt roads with lots of gravel on them is liking trying to move through wet cement. And if you hit the pastures you have to dodge cows and cow pies.   Well you don't HAVE to . . .  but it helps.

So you park the bike and climb on the horse and gallop across the pairies while you plot your eventual escape to the city where you can ride a bike on smooth surfaces and feel the wind in your hair, sans the flies in your teeth.

Except when I got to the city, and got my bike, I went down a hill at full speed and a car turned in front of me at the bottom.  It was like it was herding me, like I was a sheep being turned into the corral, or maybe a rabbit being hunted as the car moved in for the kill.  I was forced to make a sharp turn and I hit the other curb, flew over the bike sailing towards the heavens, before I stopped, was suspended for a nanosecond while I contemplated my entire life and the foolishness of my love affair with the city and the bike, and then fell to the earth and bounced off the cement.  Who knew a body could bounce like that ...

 . . . and survive  . . .


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I got up, brushed myself off, went to my basketball game, played 2 games, came home, got in the tub and went to get out and all I could do was whimper for my mommy ... who wasn't there.

Any idea how embarrassing it is to have paramedics and firemen have to lift you out of the tub and take you to the hospital? 

When I got home two days later, I had my grandfather bring the horse in and take the bike.  You can take the girl out of the country but that is no guarantee she will survive the city.  That's not the way I roll apparently . . .

A horse with a bell works better than a bike anyway.  People always want to pet a horse.  It was a refreshing change from them trying to kill me.

NOTE:  I completely messed up the credits for this outfit and when I caught it and went back I had deleted the right ones.  The skin is Mirror's Enigma.  The outfit mainly ISON.  SORRY SORRY SORRY.
 
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Saturday, October 12, 2013

A Valuable Lesson on the High Seas.

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I had once thought to escape the farm on a boat. It seemed like a very romantic thing to do, escape in the middle of the night and head for the sea. I could be like a mermaid, or a princess captured by the pirates, or even a queen sailing to claim a new land.  I had done my reading of all the fairy tales and stories relating to the romance and adventure of the high seas.

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We had a row boat that my grandfather bought at a sale and put down in the creek for my brother and I. I guess I could have gone on one of the rafts we built, but the Lady of Shalott was not on a raft when she lay there so tragically beautiful, and while I enjoyed Tom Sawyer I didn't want to be him. I could see myself lying in the bottom of the boat as it drifted, in a beautiful gown with flowers in my hair ... so I packed my things and I snuck them down and hid them in the trees by the creek and waited for nightfall.

I climbed out my window and ran across the yard and over the hill down to the creek. The creek was a lot more scary at night. Mainly because it was really dark and cows look really scary as big black lumps with eyes.   I sat in the boat with my things for a long time before I pushed myself off. I had no idea where I was heading but I was prepared to see it through. I sailed past the neighbours and through a field I had never been to and was quite pleased with myself, especially more so as the morning sun started to rise. And then I saw it ... the sea ... I had made it to the sea!   I was going to .... ummm ... I had no idea what came after making it to the sea ... Where were the pirates?  Had no-one told the mermaids I was coming?

And then I noticed that there were cows in the sea ...

And that the sea stunk horribly and that there were lots of mosquitos and flies and I was sure I was going to die. The boat got stuck in all the mud and I couldn't get out of the boat and I had already eaten all my food.  I was stuck in a smelly slough that wasn't the sea at all and I did what any self respecting girl would do ... I started to cry...

I was quite happy to be spanked and grounded when my grandfather found me. Anything was better than being left in the slough in that stupid boat with cows looking at me like I was beyond stupid.  Cows don't read so that they are never disillusioned with life.  They accept smelly sloughs because that is all they know.  And they are happy.  They don't care that there are no pirates or mermaids or fairy princesses.  They don't even know what a sea is.  They just know grass.    Sometimes I think cows are incredibly smart.

I learned a valuable lesson that night.

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The pictures in the book do not translate well to the real world. Clearly the artists have different paints and everyone should be reminded that you can't smell fairy tales AND it would take way too much time to draw in all the flies and mosquitos. Books can fill your head with all kinds of stupid notions.  That is why we must all read responsibly .... and go watch the Simpsons or something more realistic.

Oh and no matter how many peanut butter sandwiches you think will last you ... make more ...


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Friday, October 11, 2013

I May Be Banned.

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I am wondering if Hallmark does a card for contacting your neighbours.

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I need to send one that goes something like:

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
We don't mind the Chickens
But yours stink like poo.

There are just 2 chickens... in a cage ... on wheels. I don't know if they are supposed to be doing something  in there but they aren't. They don't do tricks or even be fluffy and cute.  They just sit there and cluck.  They don't even try to lay eggs.

I am not even sure that the neighbours realize they are both girls. They certainly don't seem to understand the wheels on the bottom of the cage are not just for long walks in the park ... they can move them around the yard ... like in the direction of further away from me.

I considered going over in the middle of the night and moving them way back to the back of the yard but can chickens scream? How would I explain that? Getting caught in the glare of a flashlight wheeling chickens in the dark???

We have so few neighbours left who don't hate us . . . we would like to keep these.

Is it me?

I don't know why I am not more tolerant of their cats killing the birds, 5 dogs barking incessantly for 7 hours straight, or of them perving at us in the trees, or even of them sticking smelly chickens next to our house. What is wrong with me? Why can't I be more of a doormat? I am Canadian for crying out loud, where is my passive gene???  I should be apologizing to them for even feeling annoyed.

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I may have to hand my Canadian National Parks pass back in next time I travel back home to Canada.  They may even ban me from Tim Hortons.
 
I wonder if I get in a boat and canoe in they might have more compassion for me?
 
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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Disco Time.

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Some people carry Kleenex or lipstick and such in their purse ... I carry an inflatable disco ball.

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I am trying to be more of a party girl. I make sure I have crackers and cheese too so that you know, no matter where you are, you can lighten the mood and put out the vibe that "hey, look at me, don't I look like I am having fun?"

I find that whenever things start to get tense it helps to just pull everything out and start dancing. You would be surprised how many bank managers have given me the loan, even after they originally said "no." AND the number of speeding tickets I have been able to get out of ... wooooooeeeeeee.

Even if the cops are not willing to dance you can always dazzle them with the ball and then run right? 

I think the disco ball is just the universal symbol for fun and like, if I was ever allowed to decorate my own country, a disco ball would so be on the flag. John Travolta would be THE national animal.  Our anthem would be something from the BeeGees.  And you know what, NO-ONE would have any problem identifying that flag on Jeopardy. People would buzz in so fast they would have to stop the show and recalibrate the buzzers.

 Blissada or Blisstralia ... I am not sure which to call it yet.

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Oh and if the disco ball fails to get everyone in a party mood? There are always drugs.

I am not stupid.

 I have a first aid pack on hand in case the disco ball fails.

It's called responsible party girlling.

 
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

I Worry.

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I lay awake at night worrying about things in SL. 

It's much more than the fear of showing up a dance thing because some friend insists and then everyone is making the lates moves, all looking like they know what they are doing and you know this is going to be one of those times when you might die.  And you just kind of stand there and look for some dance something you picked up in a freebie somewhere and you finally find it and click it and suddenly there you are doing the chicken dance in an actual chicken costume and there is this big space around you and no matter how cool you try to look.... you don't.
 
 
If people didn't know you were a loser when you first showed up you know have slam dunked the closing argument.
 
It is the one time you wish you had more friends so that you could touch people and look cool too because they have the dance huds.  But when you touch people they ban you and suddenly you are on SL Secret that same week.  Someone posts about the perv on the dance floor inthe chicken costume and you know the post is about you ... just like all the rest of the posts on there are always about you because people are either always thinking about you or they are all done by your mom.
 
I try to touch the appropriate places on people when at those clubs, thinking they won't notice in the heat and the crowd and all their friends ... but with all the attachments these days we are like giant penises with eyes or giants assoobs with lips.  There is nowhere to touch that is NOT inappropriate.  You could go to shake a hand and end up with something completely wrong in your hand AND if it is an Xcite item ... not only will everyone know about it via chat or worse, on voice . . . you have also just activated someone else's avatar to have this strange epileptic fit.  I have NO idea what THAT is all about.
 
I am a very caring kind of person.  I lie awake at night worrying.
 
Do penis's go out of date?  Like if you never use them?  Do men have a hope chest full of peni that they collect and hope to one day use?  When they realize their pick up lines of "Hi, can I mount you?" and "Hi, wanna be my friend, I have an 8 foot penis . . .  no . . .  for real . . . not just my avatar ... wanna cam?" don't work, do they have a peni yard sale?  How do you verify a second hand penis works?  Plugging it in while standing in the garage takes on a whole new meaning.
 
And how do you know if your penis is in trouble?  Is there an expiration date?  What if the batteries die?  And then you have to rifle through your drawers (literally) looking for a penis that works?  I have this vision of it being like someone picking up flashlights and switching them on and off only they are putting on penises and hitting FULL TILT AROUSAL ... and .... nothing ....
 
NEXXXXXXT!
 
Do you have to upgrade or get a newer model every year like an iphone?  What makes a newer model?
 
Do you notice someone with a nicer penis and ask where he bought it from? Is it ever polite to ask if you could look at it for a moment?  Do they unzip or hand it to you?  What do you say if their significant other walks in and there you are holding their penis in your hand, saying "I like the realistic detail?"  Do you hand it to the partner and say "sorry?"
 
If you get divorced who gets possession of the penis?  Isn't it a marital asset?
 
I have to take medicine for the headache I get worrying about this stuff.
 
I think SL needs to be more caring for its people and there should be like some kind of clinic where people can make sure their expensive "assets" are in working condition.  They could have loaners while they leave theirs behind to be repaired, except you would need someone with a college education to make sure you didn't accidentally give someone back the wrong penis because then you could have baby mix-ups.  You think it is your hubby's, you only slept with him, but you had no idea he was wearing Mary Twinklebums penis and Mary is your baby's daddy.  Ewwww ....
 
Yes, we need to evolve into more deep and meaningful scandals, we've done all the other stuff.  We don't even sound that bad anymore when people do TV shows about SL.  We have a reputation to uphold you know.  How is it going to look when some farming game becomes more racy than we are??  Then you will be sorry you were not up all night worrying with me.
 
 
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Decorating.

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I like the decorating part, after you recover from the blowing up the balloons. I like stapling and gluegunning and taping and plotting and planning ... it gives me kind of this smug satisfaction and I find myself wanting to video tape it all so I can send it to my Kindergarten teacher and let her know she was so wrong ... my scissor and gluing skills HAVE opened all the right doors for me and so much more.

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What I don't like is the taking down of the decorations.

They never look as bright and festive and fun. Alcohol definitely enhances colours ... and people. People that stay over always looks less fun too in the morning. Especially the ones you don't know. I have a feeling that the couple sleeping in bedroom 3 may have been Jehovah Witnesses that came to the door during the party and we invited in. I think I saw them trying to share their message but then we shared ours. Ours won.

I like to pop all the balloons. I waited for the neighbour to come out, get into the bushes, heavy into his perving position (don't ask) and then I started popping in quick succession. I thought it was funny to see him run one way into the bushes and then the others, screaming, and then hit the ground. I just pointed to my huge "pervert" sign I had installed. I am hoping one day, with remedial lessons, he might catch on.

So now I have a ball of deflated latex and scrunched up streamers and tape, a bunch of empty bottles and the scattered dreams and aspirations of an adult birthday party. It is kinda bittersweet to sit here eating the last piece of birthday cake, picking candle wax out of my teeth,  and wondering about the coming year ....

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I thought Hallmark was supposed to be taking pictures during moments like this?

I could even hum a really sad tune and there is a dead bunny by the creek we could plump up so it looked cute in the grass ... I may just have to fight the crows for it.

Be right back.


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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Heat.

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Yahoo buckaroo it is freaking hot and basically I am typing this to you sitting here completely naked.

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I know that is important to share.

I would wear clothes but they melted. I try to have ice drinks and my koolaid is boiling by the time I walk down the hall. I even tried to put myself in the freezer and the chicken breast so intimidated me I had to leave. I used to be a lot more confident about my breast size but after jostling amongst the boozoomaly babes in SL I feel completely deformed and like I should apologize that my nipples are not pointing skyward and registered as lethal weapons.

I am not sure how I will make it through the summer.

Hubby says I have to wear clothes when company comes over.

I suggested we lose our friends.

He said that I don't have any - he was referring to HIS friends.

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Even the bugs are like too exhausted to fly. They just lay on the ground and pant. I am sure some of them are near death but I can't tell and I don't know how to check a mud wasp for a heart beat. Besides, I am NOT giving any bug mouth to mouth ...I am not that big of a humanitarian.

I could kill it to put it out of its misery though ...

Bite me you bleeding hearts.

I am anticipating this blog post is going to go viral, Stumble Upon will be ricocheting it off towers everywhere and I will probably win a Pulitzer Readers Digest Award by morning.  This is probably one of my finest blog posts.  You guys are so freaking lucky you follow me.  I think you should get up right now and hug yourself and be really proud you bucked the system and are not reading someone deep and meaningful.

Lucky lucky you.

Hi mom.  (waving)


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