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Landscaping in Progress

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Since I buy the landscaping pieces, but Z is the land owner that can actually landscape (and, although I’ll never say this out loud, he has a better hand at landscaping as well), I usually just rez all the pieces out in a prim clearing, so it’s easy to see what items we have, and then I can just rez a copy for him to move into place.  Whenever we decide to work outside the middle of our property becomes a massive mess of landscape pieces, vegetation, Jian animals, and outbuildings.  So when I ran across a “tractor” at a spring fair the other day, I knew it would be a fun vehicle to pull out of the inventory for moments like this. 

 

Honestly, I’m also just a sucker for anything funny or weird.  *laugh*  I literally have a folder named “Funny crap” that is stuffed full of things like a doughnut launcher, tin foil hats, a moonshine jug with animation, zombie fishing pole (yep, a brain as a lure; it’s awesome to pull that one out when others RP as zombies *smirk*), and even have a wearable port-a-potty that lets me throw rolls of tp at others via mouselook.  

 

So I decided to throw out some home improvement decor among the rocks and then ride around in my tractor.  My odd antics usually cheer up the roommates and always makes projects more entertaining.  Plus, sometimes a girl just has to blast a little “Redneck Woman” and take a drive, even if it is in a pixel world!

 

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We took out some cliff pieces, added in the pond piece I picked up the other day at Studio Skye, and worked the pieces around to incorporate the stream on the side of the property.  We still have a little bit of work to do, but it sure is looking awesome!  I couldn’t resist harassing Luke to take some pics with me using some of the built in pier animations during a break.

 

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Z and I even found a way to utilize the Skye Rustic Bridge I got last year and it works perfectly with the pond, if I say so myself. While I was debating where to put some plants around the bridge, I noticed what a pretty shot it made from that vantage point, so I’m closing with it.  You can just barely see Bre and Luke sitting on the pier at the back of the shot, with the stream fills the pond.  I may not get to do this in the real world, but I’m thankful that I get to enjoy a replication of nature’s beauty.  I hope you are able to take a moment to yourself and enjoy some peace and beauty, wherever you are.

 

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For Other “Should-Be Mothers”

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I spent a long time tonight sitting outside, staring at the stars,  A long time praying with the trees whispering, the wind whipping strands of hair into my tears.  The candle had blown out long before the tears came.

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I prayed, I gave it my all, and I fell in love.  I fell in love with a girl’s quirks, dreams, potential, and learned ways to meet her needs.  I didn’t go into this knowing that my heart could get hurt so deeply before even meeting the child in person.  Every mishap, every delay, and every probing question answered wasn’t enough for us to get chosen.  We requested to proceed to the next step and her foster parents decided to adopt her.  I’m thankful that she is blessed with her home and family.  So thankful that another child has the chance to be loved.  I grieve because I lost the chance at the future I had dreamed of with her in it.  

 

I don’t think I can use this as an opportunity to improve how I handle disappointment or to better myself in some way.  I’m not disappointed.  I’m grieving.  In yet another attempt at becoming a mother I lost the chance.  Just like the miscarriages and failures.  I lost part of my hope and heart.  At times I wish I could protect my heart, but then I don’t think I would be the right person to have started this journey.  There are other inquiries out, one inquiry turned over to another child’s case worker now for consideration, but I’m going to be sad.  I’m mourning the loss of the dreams of special moments that might have been shared, the chance to hold my daughter in my hands.  Most likely the next one will be the same and probably somewhere along the path we’ll get a little further and get rejected in preference of other parent(s), too.  And just like when the stick had only one pink line or the ultrasound was empty, I’ll grieve for that lost hope, the lost dream. As one woman said in a forum thread many years back, “I really hate that phrase [about birth mother’s knowing the right parent] along with ‘the right baby finds the right family at the right time…’ That falls in line (for me) with ‘Everything happens for a reason’ ‘It was meant to be’ etc… The reason I hate those phrases? Because for those families for whom it doesn’t work out, you feel even more like some type of cosmic failure. Even the “universe” felt you were unfit to be parents…”

 

The other stages have been so incredibly hard all ready, but somehow it felt like although we missed out on the previous chances, we would get picked quickly.  I have no explanation for why it seemed like this part would be the easier part.  I didn’t expect so much emotion during this phase either.  And I didn’t expect to find empathy from a group of women, all strangers even among themselves,  who understood the frustration and grief, along with this sense of failure.  All rational women.  All women trying to figure out how to hold our shattered hearts together enough to try again.  All women who delete multiple versions of what they share (I’m on five right now).   I didn’t know that I could feel like I’m failing at this and would never have imagined that I’d learn from strangers that I’m allowed to, and need to, mourn those possibilities.  We all fell in love with someone we didn’t know and had our hearts broken a bit.  And we’re all scared of being vulnerable yet again.

 

We don’t pour our hearts out for pity; we do it to keep one another strong enough to try again and so that the right message can be found when this happens to another should-be mother.  You will try again.  You will set a date to reevaluate if you have enough hope and strength left to continue.  You will be misunderstood by those that can’t empathize with your loss.  Very few will understand your grief, but don’t let that stop you from grieving.  Just like each chapter in the pre-home study, there’s another page after this.  Scream at the stars, cry in the dark, get down on your knees and pray for probably the eightieth time just this week if that’s what you need.  But allow yourself to grieve.  The tears will dry on the paper and when you’re ready, turn the page. 

Shopping and A Little Unhealthy Competition

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Since Spring Cleaning is a bit tough for me I usually end up taking it into SL and organizing or changing things up.  It’s one of the few places I can be totally in control and get everything done without tiring out or paying the price tomorrow.  Win-win, except it can be a bit frustrating for my roommates.  *laugh*

 

I all ready changed up houses and furnishings in the past month, so all I need to do is finishing redecorating and then I’m done with the house for the moment.  That leaves landscaping and out buildings for me to fiddle with.  Mawahahaha.  (That’s for you, Z.  You’re welcome.  Go ahead and picture me rubbing my hands together with an evil smile, because I so did it when I thought of you sighing over me messing with the landscaping.)  We’ve had the same landscape through fall and winter, so I thought it was past time to get creative.  I dragged Luke along to Studio Skye’s Sim, where all landscaping products are displayed in a gorgeous sim layout, to help pick out some new pieces to incorporate into the home landscape.  We ended up wandering all over and appreciating the incredible areas, as well. 

 

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Even if you’re not into landscaping or have a LL home, so you can’t landscape, I still recommend visiting the sim.  It ranges from enchanted paths, mountains with cliffs, and even a beach area.  There’s a great snow area as well, so make sure to check it out come winter time, too.  Some of our favorite winter landscaping features are from there (and Christmas decor at Real Waves, of course).

 

We found some great mesh rock pieces and then an awesome little pond scene with a bunch of animations built in.  Although I’m a bit of a mesh snob and can’t stand prim trees usually, I’m a sucker for willow trees, and when I found a built in animation for sitting together, chatting, under the tree, I couldn’t resist getting it.  It’s a little more cuddly than I usually go for, but it’s just so enchanting!

 

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After spending my lindens we followed the sound of rushing water up and around the hill.  We found a beautiful waterfall piece overlooking the next scenery set up.  Although the sun was going down I bullied Luke into posing for a picture near the falls.  I honestly think it is one of the prettiest water pieces in SL right now.  Someday I hope to start our property all over again and use waterfalls as the starring feature of the landscape.  In the meantime, I get to enjoy them at Studio Skye.

 

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After a beautiful afternoon we decided to hit a new-to-us place in the Destination Guide.  It has a TP board full of locations to hang out and even drive or race.  Since Luke saw my new little vehicle, he decided to challenge me.  He had picked up the “Race-a-loo” while at Hogs and Cart Wheels doing the For Him hunt.   So it was a loo vs loo race, although it was a tad unfair, since his was so much bigger than mine, but I evened it out with the (nearly uncontrollable) speed of my little racer.  It was so funny I had to add an antique filter to the picture, since that’s going up on our living room picture gallery. How’d my dust taste, Luke?  *cracking up*

 

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Although the location was mostly prim based and not as scenic as I’m used to seeing on the Destination Guide, I love that they encouraged rezzing and riding on all areas of the sim, so when you’re looking for a new place to explore, don’t forget the Destination Guide.  And I’m just going to end it here, because I keep having to delete the bathroom humor that keeps popping into my mind while trying to write an ending for the post.  *laugh* I hope you have a wonderful week and get to find a fun adventure that will give you a few laughs.  🙂

Worthy, Courageous, and Imperfect

I’ve been thinking a lot about empowerment lately.  My survivor anniversary just passed, I’m learning about ways to empower Kiddo, and am working on becoming more positive about myself so that I’m the best role model that I can be.  While wandering around the grid I found this awesome display set up that I would love to see happen in the real world. 

 

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I’m actually thinking of doing a print out version and putting them around Kiddo’s room or mirrors, as a reminder of her strength and character.  “Gorgeous, imperfect, worthy, resilient, courageous” were my favorite ones.  There were a few others, but I’ve never used words like “exuberant” in my life and don’t plan to start now.  *laugh*  That’s for other personality types and sooooo far from my vocabulary.  Although gorgeous is included, I really love the idea of celebrating beautiful character traits and learning to love those traits, instead of looking in the mirror in hopes that you see the ideal you’ll probably never achieve.  That ideal is sometimes such an unhealthy and crippling goal, and usually tears apart our self esteem.  I think that’s why I really loved this display and had to share it.  

 

 

As of today I plan to initiate the concept, at least for myself.  With the health issues I have absolutely no control over when my thyroid decides to work or not, or if I have an inflammation, or whatever, so I’m going to stop looking in the mirror and tearing myself down.  I’m going to use a dry erase marker on an empty glass picture frame and I’m going to start listing a character trait that I’m proud of or have worked on.  I may still put up a version of the display in Kiddo’s room, or I’ll just make it and have it handy, so that I’m not over-decorating her room (I got zinged on that in our profile because we renovated and made her room move-in-ready.  They’re concerned that Kiddo won’t feel like it’s really hers, since the room is all ready done.  I’m hoping that the updated profile has my addition that we just wanted something neutral ready for her and that she can change it to her heart’s desire.  Makes me nervous to do anything else in her room though, I admit.).  A loved one reminded me that my journey has made me a strong woman, so I think that will be the trait I start with today.  

An Update on Our Adoption

 

I wasn’t sure if I’d feel up to writing an update right now.  My emotions are all over the board at this stage and there are so many others who are in control of our journey right now.  It’s hard for me to not retreat into my sarcastic version of myself when I feel this vulnerable and incredibly hard to admit it to others.  As a survivor of abuse I absolutely hate being vulnerable except to those I have come to trust.  I’ve never been able to shed that protective layer.  It’s not easy to let go of a few of those learned behaviors, no matter how much work I’ve done.  It makes sense that the story of our adoption journey is knocking at that protective behavior, but I want to be strong and share our journey in case someone stumbles across my posts someday when they need proof that some hard parts of the process are normal.

 

To that person: you are doing all that you can, so stop feeling like you need to do something every minute or else you’re a failure who doesn’t deserve to get their child.  Having strangers dive deep into your life story and pick through some parts that might be a bit painful is not a fun process and it’s normal to feel vulnerable.  The waiting makes you feel alone and like you’re going insane, but I want you to know that you’re not. I can promise that you’re not going crazy and most everyone in your place feels lost.  And for you, and even our future daughter, I will try to share our story.

 

We just submitted the corrections to our second profile and the third profile is in the works.  We got an extended narrative about the young lady we feel we would be best able to help and with a better understanding of her needs we decided to continue with her.  Now we wait for her case worker to read the new version of our profile and see if that case worker believes we could be a good fit for this young lady.  From what I understand, if she feels there’s a chance, then she may request more information about you/your family.  So we are waiting to see if we qualify enough to get to the next step of having a conference call with our social worker and her case worker.

 

IF we get the conference call and all goes well, then we move on to the BIS, where even more people weigh in on the huge decision of which applicants will best suit the needs and wants of the child.  It took us seven months to get to submitting our inquiry, so right now it feels like it’ll be the day just before forever when we will know if we have a shot with this young lady whose profile kept pulling at our hearts.  We know that we need to consider at least a couple others and submit inquiries, because it is so risky to put all of our eggs in one basket.  We had an intense talk about our abilities and what needs we can meet that are outside of our original parameters, so we requested three more profiles.  One of them really appeals to us, although she’s several years younger than we had originally planned for.  So, while we wait to learn about our main focus, at least we have a few more that we will hopefully get to read the extended profiles for this week.  It’s hard to balance the knowledge that we need to consider others against those little vignettes that inadvertently pop into the mind with Kiddo 1’s face.

I want to crawl into my shell until we get through things.  I feel foolish sharing my hope and joy over the concept of motherhood and actually getting Kiddo.  I feel incredibly foolish to have shared my hopes so early on without realizing that this road isn’t a one year run.  We’re in a marathon with an unknown end date, with a desperate need to not feel like we’re putting our lives out there for these others to judge, all the way down to judging if we could be good parents, and the fear is nearly suffocating.

 

Three young ladies we had hoped to inquire about have all ready been pulled from the listing while we worked through that first part.  It’s down-in-your-heart scary to share the online profile of the one we are hoping we get approved for.  There are these moments of hope that you cling to that just have to be shared sometimes, though, and it’s gut wrenching when you’re reminded that it’s a long process and you learn that child is destined for another path.  In my most honest moments I know that one of my deepest, uncontrollable fears is that we are wrong at knowing who “our” Kiddo is.  There have all ready several faces starring in our dreams.  This isn’t dropping a quarter into a slot machine and seeing what comes out.  This is our life and helping our daughter have the best life possible.  I know that it’s insane to hold myself responsible for not being accurate about who our Kiddo will be, especially when it is all in the hands of those in the process.  It’s an upside down world, some days.  That’s why I want the shirt that says “Insane?  I prefer the term mentally hilarious.”.  In the meantime I’ll keep doodling out ideas for the tattoo I’ll get when we formally adopt her.  She’s worth becoming a permanent reminder upon my skin, just like her dad is, even though I’m not sure which face will go with the memorable moment.  Fibro be damned.  She’s even worth going a bit bonkers for.  I just hope Kiddo agrees with Lewis Carroll.

 

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19 Years

Yesterday we celebrated the nineteenth anniversary of surviving attempted murder and escaping my abuser.

I was raped and had miscarried from his abuse before I turned 19, so it feels really weird to wrap my brain around the time frames. I survived the strangulation, escaped, and started to deal with my trauma while I was 19. And yet I still have him a little power up until the past six months. The part of me that was still holding up my emotional wall became terrified that he would go after our daughter once we adopt, knowing from experience how I feel about motherhood; he witnessed just how effective causing the miscarriage was for devastating me. Thankfully my amazing psychiatrist helped me work through the residual fears while we discussed preventing triggers for me with the adoption. I hadn’t even realized that I was still giving him that tiny bit of power. I always feared him taking away another child.

It’s also hard to believe that nineteen years ago people acted like they didn’t know and didn’t try to help me; they turned a blind eye essentially. Now we are in a culture of “#metoo”. It’s sad to know that some are seeking fame and money, but I’m glad we have finally reached a point that we stopped looking the other way. Domestic violence is finally a cause that we discuss instead of gossiping about behind closed doors.

I hope that surviving and working so hard to help others will also help with our daughter’s trauma. I hope that the next nineteen years will be empowering for all victims and that our society will truly begin to help the portions of our population that in general have been neglected for far too long. I dream that before my daughter’s own nineteenth anniversary of surviving her traumas we learn to help our veterans, the elderly, victimized people, and especially our children.

One last note that I hope helps. I learned from a close friend this anniversary that most people don’t know how to handle hearing about survivor anniversaries. Thankfully she told me that she didn’t know how to react, which was so enlightening and encouraging. Celebrate with the survivor and cheer their strength for coming so far. They trusted you enough to share their accomplishment with you. They’ll even feel heard well enough to share any mixed emotions then, if they have them. But first, please celebrate that they worked hard to become a survivor.

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Decorating with Fairies

As a child I was always encouraged to read (although I don’t know that they meant to read quite so much, so quickly lol) and my grandmother left some books at our house for me.  In with the encyclopedias and natural history books was this tiny book that seemed made for my small hands.  I opened it and fell in love with poetry way back then.  Fairies of the Flowers & Trees, by Cicely Mary Barker, was an old book when I first discovered it.  The “Fairies” series started in 1923 and I believe that the version Grandma had is the one from the ’50s, but as a kid I never looked at that page, so it’s only by looking at lots of old book covers that I found the one I had treasured.

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The fairies frolicked in the plants and simple, yet enchanting, poems were usually on the opposite page.  The book cover was worn and the pages had gone yellow with age, but they still had the power to transform the rest of my life.

 

The concept that a book could be about magical creations from the mind, the style of writing that conveys so much with so few words, and the idea that we should never stop looking for the magic in the world; in the minutiae of every day life, absolutely blew my mind.  I couldn’t wait to get done with schoolwork (I would have been in very early elementary school at that time), because I wanted to lose myself in the world of beautiful creatures and poetry.

 

It is part of why poetry is still so special to me and why I even had the guts to compete in national competitions. To this day I still love most things related to fairies (except fanfic or some of overly cutesy stuff); as a moving away gift my childhood best friend gave me a fairy figurine that graces the shelf in our living room and makes me smile every time I dust her little upturned tip of the nose.  After joining Pinterest I discovered amazing fairy artwork that people hoarded on their boards and it’s no surprise that Pinterest recommended a board about fairy gardens to me when they started to become so popular.

 

I fought it.  I really tried.  I don’t garden, I don’t do outdoors (apparently my blood is ambrosia to mosquitoes), and I seldom have ever done anything “trending”.  I’m the type of girl that’s rolling her eyes over the hype or a year late to the party.  This time something trending hit one of my weak spots and I jumped on the fairy garden wagon.  L was really sweet about it, despite finding it really weird that I suddenly wanted to do something that involves something I hate (gardening/outdoors), and we got a cut saucer style pot, soil, some tiny perennials, and a sweet fairy figurine I found on sale on Amazon.  Then I found a gazebo…another fairy to keep the first from seeming so lonely…a dragon…decorative glass rocks for paths or to fill in the spots where the perennials weren’t growing…and on.  Within a month or two even L realized this wasn’t going to be one of my “projects” that I try for awhile and then lose interest once I’ve learned everything about it.

 

We ended up getting a plastic stacking strawberry pot that is three levels high, has batting inside each level for the base with model train grass and aquarium gravel over that.  Fake seasonal plants and flowers fill at least most of the bottom level, so the mosquitoes have less opportunities to give me massive welts.  One of my best friends gave me a little fairy doorway at Christmas, just before the garden wagon started rolling.  It started out as an entrance into some of my hardbacks that I can’t bring myself to part with.  It quickly took up residence in one of the strawberry plant “nooks” as an entrance to the magical center that is enchanted, so humans just see normal stuff there.  (Yep, I know I sound bonkers, but it IS a post about fairies, so what did you really expect?)  The dragon took up residence in another nook on the middle level, then she soon started guarding these cute little eggs, and some metal “ribbon” (seriously?!  How is metal even in that class?) caged Mama Dragon and the eggs in, with a beware sign that I really need to add some burn marks to soon…Anyway…At Christmas I got L a fire hydrant socket cover in honor of his being a fire fighter (and I need to figure out something to honor his EMT certification; I’m so proud of his EMS work!).  Me being me didn’t even notice that the hydrant cover has the holes in the wrong places for any of our sockets, so it became the second doorway (although it had fallen down and I didn’t realize it until I was uploading the pictures for this post, so it’s the slab that laying across things in one of the nooks in a picture.  *laugh* The top is for the girls and the gazebo, plus rocks L brought back from the Scouts’ trip to Mount Rushmore, and a few little wood slices that I experimented on that became name plates instead.

 

So that’s the basics.  For most holidays the girls get a renovation with seasonal decorations.  During Fall they had red and burnt orange leaves (fake), acorns, tiny pumpkins, and dark flowers with fake spiders crawling about.  At Christmas they had felt snow, a battery operated fire, a snowman, etc.  For St. Patrick’s (since that’s a favorite holiday for me due to loving my Celtic heritage), glitter edged green carnations, fake gold coins, and such decorated their home.  Now that Easter has passed it’s time to take the glittery eggs out of the scene and change things up.  I’m stumped though.  I think because my mind is constantly going back to thoughts about our adoption paperwork and such, I have no inspiration.  I found some miniature ducks on my old desk (a few being the ones I used for the “Splish Splash” duck soaps I made a few years back, for the long time readers), so I thought I might start a little section with them.  I’m just meh right now though, so I’m bringing it to you readers.  If you have any ideas I would greatly appreciate them!  I have to be budget conscious, otherwise this wouldn’t be an issue because they’d have an incredible tree house *grin*, and as you can tell once you look at the pictures, the planter is big, but there’s actually little space to decorate in.  I’ll probably take out half of the flowers to open up some additional space, but do you have any ideas for some spring decorating for the ladies?  The odd combo of St. Patrick’s and Easter really needs to go.  *lauhg*  I’ve used my product photo shoot props a few times, but I’m not into the idea of army men scaling the planter or strings of beads being draped across things, which leaves my creativity vault empty.  So I’m begging you to look at the following pictures and drop a comment or two on any ideas you have on how to decorate this season (note: names and pictures in the background have been blurred, so that’s why some spots look weird).  I tried to get several sides and a few angles, but it pretty much just came out looking like a weird hodge podge of pictures.  *grin* The fairies, and I, appreciate your help and look forward to making a new enchanting scene that makes visitors smile when they see it as they enter the living room.  🙂

 

 

Easter Egg Hunting SL Style and the Motorized Crapper

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In SL hunts are very popular.  Designers participate in a themed event and give something they have designed for free or a very affordable price.  It’s a generous way to help new users build their inventory and a great way of attracting new shoppers, since a lot of hunters are pixel hoarders and will shop at a store while exploring new-to-them designers.  Hunts happen all year with a variety of themes and can feature avatar components, furnishings, and even building components.  Sometimes it’s really hard to pass up a hunt and I couldn’t resist the Easter Egg Hunt at Cupid’s Textures (Slurl embedded, but they’ve moved a few times, and my internet is acting up, so I’m unable to run SL at the moment for me to double check the slurl.  If it doesn’t work and I’ve forgotten to update this, then please drop me a reminder.)  

 

Anyway, I was hunting the eggs containing textures (think of it as applying the picture of what you want a sphere to be – it could be a basketball, a bubble for an avatar to sit on, a beach ball, you get the picture.  The prim is the building block and the texture is applied to show what that building block is.).  I’m really bad about collecting and hoarding textures ever since I started to learn how to build and modify things, so I always hit hunts with texture prizes.  While at the shop I noticed a secondary hunt and picked them up as well.  I was surprised to unpack the second hunt’s eggs and find Easter themed motorcycles and trikes.  I’m a sucker for unique items, so I took the trike for a spin right away.

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The trike cannot be modified, so I went back to see if they had a non-themed version available.  While checking through their products I could not resist one of the funniest things I have ever seen in SL.  A motorized crapper.  Seriously.  Like a scooter with a massive toilet attached and either smoke or stench filling the air.  I usually try to keep my wording mild, but the usual PC words just don’t do it justice.  I immediately bought it and had to take it for a spin, with pajamas and hair in rollers to make it a truly memorable experience.  

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I wasn’t ready to stop, so I decided to drive through a little hotel.  Part of me really hoped I’d run into someone to get their reaction.  LOL 

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When I discovered that the hotel was empty I decided to really put the crapper to the test (no, not that!).  I hit the skateboard park and had a few startling moments when it decided to autonomously drive out of control.  It decided to drive off the end of the build and fall three “theme platforms” down before coming to a stop.  So of course I had to start again to see what would happen.  *grin*

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I look forward to more adventures with my hand, dandy, motorized crapper, but in the meantime I need to google if I should also wax the toilet seat or just the porcelain before parking her in the garage…

 

 

No Recipes for a Bit

I wanted to make a short post to let the followers who are interested in the recipe posts by Leah that life is requiring her full attention, so there won’t be any recipes for a little bit.  Rest assured that recipes will be coming soon; they just won’t be every other day and some will be a little less adventurous.  🙂  Thank you, in advance, for your understanding and patience!

A Hurricane Hits SL

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From March 31st into April 1st I had the most incredible immersive experience in SL ever.  A designer did some very creative scripting to create a multi-staged hurricane on the Asphyxiation Point sim.  I had a rough weekend, so I had planned to escape into organizing Bre’s inventory, but when I saw Strawberry Singh vlogging about it on YouTube I ditched the organizing and had to check this unique experience out.  In my 10 plus years on SL I have never came across the talent or creativity in a designer to create an actual sim wide non-static event like this.  It was truly the most incredible four hours, so settle in for a slow loading page, because I’m going picture (slideshows) crazy on this post.  *grin*

 

It all started out pretty nice with a light rain and rescue personnel preparing in the upper parts, until the sky suddenly darkened and the rain began to fall hard and fast, quickly beginning to flood the lower portion of the Point.  

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The winds began to shift and it seemed like rain was coming from all directions.  People began to crowd together as the sky continued to darken.  The lighthouse beacon became diffused by the rain.

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The storm raged and the water began to climb within an hour of that soft, deceptive rain storm.  The lower portion of the Point was a scary reminder of the effects of flash flooding; murky water soon stood six feet deep and destroyed the fire station, theater, and homes alike.  Soon the ocean surged over the banks.  

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The hurricane hit so fast that some people became stranded, a few even waiting on top of vehicles.  At 6PM (SLT) the lead rescue personnel announced that he was going back to the courthouse since he wasn’t able to see much anyway.  His conversation over the radio with rescue personnel based out of the courthouse at the higher level of the Point could barely be heard over the storm.  “…Any update on when we expect the eye of the storm?…That’s probably the best time to mount a rescue…”

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After an hour of watching the torrential rain destroy the lower Point the eye of the storm approached.  The lead rescue personnel reminded everyone to not be fooled…”The storm is not over by any means.  We are just in the eye is all.  But it does give us an opportunity to launch rescue missions for those marooned.”  Rescuers headed down the ramp to awaiting boats, while some were mesmerized by the beautiful sky and once-again gentle rain (yep, I was totally in the some group).   Civilians watched as the rescuers brought back people who told the watchers about waiting on top of cars or climbing to other high spots while waiting for rescue.

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A few people stood their ground and deterred looting while the basement apartments, slums, and seedy underground all became fully submerged.

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Rescuers were startled to discover a body caught up in debris in an alley.  The first casualty of the hurricane.  (For modesty’s sake there were no close ups or pictures taken of the body’s recovery.)

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Lightning began to streak across the sky, as if to warn that this storm wasn’t over.  All too soon the rain began to pelt the rescuers who raced to finish a last run before the back of the storm forced them to return to higher ground.  

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As the storm began to rage again the ambulance transported the survivors to the courthouse, where a makeshift shelter had been assembled.  With a last look I teleported home.  The hurricane continued for a while longer, with recovery and cleanup scheduled for later.

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Note: Names have been removed for privacy, but due to the immersive role play experience I felt that the other avatars were a vital part of the event and included them.  If you are one of the avatars and would prefer to not have your avatar displayed, please do not hesitate to contact me privately via email at georgiasbathproducts@hotmail.com.

 

Although I do not role play, this was an incredible in-world experience and served as a reminder of how quickly a hurricane can devastate an area in the real world.  This is one of those instances where SL truly touches and changes you.