tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258588786718751822024-03-14T07:23:33.088+11:00AudSLifeCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-26709868434705120632015-08-20T07:40:00.001+10:002015-08-24T00:03:45.660+10:00heartacheReach a point where life is too hard. Bound by duty and love of others to put one foot ahead of the other and repeat. And repeat. <div>
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People say they love me. I believe them. But they don't give me what i desperately need. I don't ask for riches. I don't ask for hard things. All i ask for is love the way I'd like it. I'm not not asking for hardship from anyone. Is respect a hardship. Is touch a hardship. </div>
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How did i get to be so old and never find anyone to love me as I'd like. I can only think after two marriages and four kids it must be somehow my fault but i don't know what i did. I don't know how to make it better and i don't know how to face tomorrow without a clue that the test of my life will be any better. </div>
Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-20697828052542363632015-07-25T19:53:00.002+10:002015-07-25T20:12:06.945+10:00Building a waterfall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: center;">Today I started gardening the top part of the block. Until now, I have given it zero thought. Friday night I hovered over it for 40 minutes or so trying to decide if I was going to raise or lower the terrain. This morning I decided to raise.</span></span><br />
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<br />Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-24029824493651711222015-02-28T22:51:00.001+11:002015-02-28T22:51:19.811+11:00In World<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">During the day I go to RL work and I can't tell you how much I am not enjoying that. But coming home, I find my Taz. In fact he comes and finds me at work each day. And that is what bliss feels like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the time since I was living in SL I have been very busy in RL and mostly building a new home and setting up a garden. And the not so small detail of marrying my SL partner friend and great joy, Taz.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So all the planning is done. The activity has settled, and t</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hough I know all the things I wanted are around me, I have been really battling with depression once more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wish that black dog would just leave me alone!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So when it gets bad enough I end up standing still, clawing at my misery, clawing at my Taz until I realise I need to do something. And I know things that help.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vitamin B </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and creativity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In a few weeks I will be getting a kiln and that excites me a lot but in the weeks until then I have allowed myself some play in SL once more.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have been putting out some of my favourite things. Things I had forgotten and others I treasure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A sad thing has been reading the profiles of many of the creators to find out that they are not in world anymore. Little sadnesses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But a big happiness is sitting by the sea with my tiger in our sl home. RL and SL Mr and Mrs Belgar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-82809857002779027232014-10-23T13:18:00.000+11:002014-10-23T14:47:59.707+11:00A Conclusion, a Beginning<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hi!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blogging from a mobile phone is not a superior way to really get in the mood and sort through all the thoughts and emotions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3 weeks ago Taz and I got married in real life. Our second life meeting at a garden party was echoed in another garden party. My longing for a home at the waters edge that lead to many seaside sl homes was satiated (to a degree at least) by the location looking over a beautiful South East Australian coastal village Bay.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The day couldn't have been improved. The sun shone, the guests sparkled in spring colours, my kids smiled, my family and friends gathered then helped serve lunch and clean up and chat and photograph, dad's jazz band played......</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was exactly as I hoped.</span><br />
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7 years ago, standing in the ICU after my brother's terrible accident, I decided that if you are lucky enough to be alive you really should make it worth while. Don't just be alive. Enjoy being alive.<br />
I decided on a 10 year plan. See the kids through school then leave to marital home and make a life for myself.<br />
10 years would see all the kids through school.<br />
10 years was a long time to wait but it seemed like the best solution.<br />
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Then a year later I met Mark in second life.<br />
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It was Soliel Snooks garden party as she opened her newest garden store in Otenths sim... Near my old sl home in Wyre.<br />
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Suddenly the maths in the equation didn't add up and 10 years wasn't ok.<br />
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Well it is 6 years now. .. short of the 10 and in very few hours time we are getting married.<br />
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It's going to be a great day. Lots of friends and family are joining us for a real life garden party. I must get some sleep before that!!!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-79381405719598641302014-08-31T02:02:00.001+10:002014-08-31T02:02:38.543+10:005 weeks5 weeks from today, Taz and Audrey will get married. Almost 6 years to the day after we first met at Soliel Snook's garden party.<div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then I met Tzaizqain. Mark. If I had known what was going to happen maybe I would have hidden my heart and resisted because my firm opinion at the time was that I would never - ever - get married again. No way was I going to trust my happiness and self esteem with another person.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I didn't know what was going to happen and I accidentally fell in love with the cat. Man. Pom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here we are nearly five and a half years later and Mark has finally had his visa granted to come and spend the rest of his days, learning to be an Ozzie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are some things he has still to learn:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I am so optimistic. I have been very challenging over these 5 or so years as I come complete with baggage to this new relationship. Yet he has met every challenge with love and determination. He's convinced me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So in 4 weeks I meet him in Melbourne and we work on living happily ever after!</span></div>
Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-73463787270505341332013-10-01T21:11:00.001+10:002013-10-01T21:11:47.044+10:00Another Chapter<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am not often seen in SL however the news of this year needs to be at least recognised in my SL space as that is where it was born.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A long, long time ago I met Taz in SL. When I first joined SL, it never occurred to me that it would be a profound catalyst. At the time I was lonely and broken hearted and basically hiding.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't think I quite appreciated how empty my life had been until suddenly, without looking or asking for it, it was full. Full of Taz.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These days I call him Mark and Audrey hardly hears her name spoken anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I pop into SL now and then and feel the loss of something so special. It is so full of memories. Possibly the happiest and hardest days were passed there in 2008. Such a long time ago. I miss the friends I made. I miss the laughter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is the community of people that I crave and long to belong to, but I don't have time to give what a friend must give to support that community.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However what I have now in real life is wonderful. I am a better mum and a better partner.</span></div>
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Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-5782669623241026962013-03-14T11:38:00.001+11:002013-03-14T11:38:11.157+11:00As seen on A House is Built...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, I am playing in SL once more.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And after spending a little while unpacking my house and garden, today I did just a little value adding to my building !</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While home with a very hideous cold, I have been stretching my graphics-muscles and seeing if I can remember all the things that used to be second nature.</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFANxy8QBo/UUEbUiTO3FI/AAAAAAAACyg/0v49QzyBS88/s1600/new+room_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFANxy8QBo/UUEbUiTO3FI/AAAAAAAACyg/0v49QzyBS88/s320/new+room_001.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today's goal was to put new windows into the bedroom. The old ones were for a crowded street where the view was nothing much, so I allowed for them to be opaque. I have replaced those windows and changed the cornices and colour and tadah.. prettier bedroom :)</span><br />
Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-6916936403021850012013-01-16T10:45:00.000+11:002013-01-16T10:45:20.902+11:00And!!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I notice that Brisbane has googled me to find the blog, then Brisbane and Niceville have a little Audrey/Cathy browsing, in sync. I hope Brisbane is happy and that Niceville being well cared for. </span><br />
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<br />Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-27407174945092590282013-01-16T10:38:00.001+11:002013-01-16T10:38:33.176+11:00And....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Subtle influences.. here is my daughter attending her year 10 formal... who would have thought SL would seep through the generations?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Can you tell I am hankering a return to my SL?)</span>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-45612332371176143632013-01-16T10:11:00.000+11:002013-01-16T10:14:34.516+11:00Welcoming 2013<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My last post for Audslife was just before having to send Tzaizqan back to his home. And here I am again, getting ready to send him home once more. In itself, it could be a very sad thing, but I am bursting with optimism. We partnered in SL over 4 years ago now and while it is taking a very long time, we know where we are going and are delighted :)</span></div>
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Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-81934994227366365112012-04-18T22:27:00.003+10:002012-04-18T23:27:07.862+10:00:-)So we have just a day and a bit left of our two weeks together.<br />
Friday is going to be hard. I would love to talk to other people who have met after a long time of internet friendship.<br />
The most common question has been ' is he like you expected'. Well the truth is, I thought I knew him and now I know that I did.<br />
I don't want him to go back home!<br />
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I sat for a while trying to think of a title for this blog. And I can't
do it. One word can't sum it up and a sentence won't either so I will
just have to write the story.<br />
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In February 2007 my brother went out riding his bicycle at about 6:30am
and became a paraplegic not long after when he was hit by a car.<br />
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Well his life was turned upside down on that moment. Our family's was. I
can't claim to have suffered like Michael, or Gabrielle or their kids
or Mum and Dad- but it was one of those times when suddenly I saw
everything differently.<br />
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I couldn't go to church anymore because I just cried. And after 43 years
of being a very good Catholic, suddenly I wasn't. And no one came to
look for me. I find one fact as startling as the other. So I mourned for
my lost faith as well. It wasn't that I wanted to believe, I just
missed it. I wished I could pray for Michael to get better. It made me
happy when people told me they were praying for him. I was happy for
them to have that faith. I missed mine, it had helped define who I was.<br />
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Stripped of my faith - it was like a river no longer contained by its
banks. I had been following the only course and suddenly I was - free.<br />
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Not irresponsible. Not without care. But I was free to look at my life
and see what was working and where I was and where I was heading and
decide if that was going to make this life worth living.<br />
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The casualty was my marriage. For a decade I had felt alone in it. I had
not been nourished by it and I felt I had given everything for it. We
probably both felt exactly the same way, except I had no feelings left
for it at all. Now, having seen Michael nearly lose his life, it was
important to me to grab the life I had left. <br />
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The coincidence is that in 2006 I had stumbled into an online world. And
became Audrey. The amazing thing is that while other people used their
avatars to be someone else, I used mine to be me! And I loved it. I
loved being me. Probably this is what all those American analysts mean
when they say love yourself.<br />
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I was astounded to find that people liked to be with me. I had been so
lonely in my marriage that I had long since stopped believing in myself.
I think my ex-husband believes even less in himself, so he has never
been strong enough to hold up my saggy ego.<br />
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All this was bubbling along at or just beneath the surface of my life.
And then I met Mark. There is a story of meeting him for the first time
but the thing I remember most clearly was hoping to meet him again. He
intrigued me. We played together in Fathom, my twilight island. We
played with Xavier, and Des and Reese and Eleanor and perhaps Corcosman
even wandered by?<br />
I know I told him I had no interest in pursuing a 'relationship'. But I
got used to the tiger who came and sat with me and watched the moon
rise.<br />
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And now in 36 days time - three and a half years later - he is coming to visit.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-74774540272879648562011-07-26T23:31:00.003+10:002011-07-26T23:34:10.736+10:00Moving On<span style="font-family:verdana;">Good Bye Audrey</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think it is over. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My RL is looking good. New job and the new home well on the way now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think it is going to be good times for a while now. Cross my fingers</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Good bye to all who made SL a very special time for me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">x</span>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-81913158957282877412011-06-11T09:32:00.003+10:002011-06-11T09:52:23.053+10:00Hiccups<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSJbS-M4ayQ/TfKrSAaqfxI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/q9lFKpXVzU4/s1600/first%2Bcut%2Bfront%2Bfrom%2Bbedroom%2Bcorner.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSJbS-M4ayQ/TfKrSAaqfxI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/q9lFKpXVzU4/s320/first%2Bcut%2Bfront%2Bfrom%2Bbedroom%2Bcorner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616740011122261778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Ahhh I have the hiccups... so I am bobbing in my chair as I type today!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Are they a metaphor? In a little while will all the hiccups go away if I am patient?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So it is Saturday morning:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have sent my dear Taz off to bed and am now fiddling with blogs, bunnies and will soon join D2 in Wizard 101.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I spent a little time at the Pirates and Zombies RFL dance but I simply couldn't locate the donation jar. No idea what kind of blindness I was suffering from!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And now I am uploading a few photos of the progress on the home front. I still haven't received my settlement but the builder has started without even waiting for his payment. Trusting fellow. It is totally exasperating that I can't pay him. I am trying to view it as a hiccup. It will all be good eventually and won't kill me in the meantime!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40TXh0mOMx4/TfKrRx1tFhI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xCg3993W9Os/s1600/first%2Bcut%2Bback%2Bto%2Bfront%2Band%2Bzafira.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40TXh0mOMx4/TfKrRx1tFhI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xCg3993W9Os/s320/first%2Bcut%2Bback%2Bto%2Bfront%2Band%2Bzafira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616740007209145874" border="0" /></a></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-14015780355115702802011-06-07T20:49:00.007+10:002011-06-07T21:24:34.735+10:00RL and SL<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5n1ZNX6PNI/Te4DJ--s77I/AAAAAAAAB9g/SSoHC9VH90c/s1600/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bc.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5n1ZNX6PNI/Te4DJ--s77I/AAAAAAAAB9g/SSoHC9VH90c/s320/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615429255437283250" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to Suburbia!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7h3cyKRSjM/Te4DJuNYakI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/LxyL3im5gW4/s1600/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bb.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7h3cyKRSjM/Te4DJuNYakI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/LxyL3im5gW4/s320/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615429250935450178" border="0" /></a><br />This has been excruciatingly slow. I guess everyone who has done it will have their own stories about the difficulties of separating from a spouse. No need then to catalogue mine here. Today I got served notice by the government land authority to finalize the sale in 14 days or else. It's not my fault<br />sigh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAfMCDOLs9k/Te4DJSOfycI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/a7wUQ_gbGOs/s1600/block%2BMay%2B2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAfMCDOLs9k/Te4DJSOfycI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/a7wUQ_gbGOs/s320/block%2BMay%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615429243423934914" border="0" /></a><br />Never the less! I am feeling optimistic! I think I should have things sorted before 14 days. I really do! And the builder isn't even going to wait for the land to be in my name! He has paint marks on the ground and an excavator booked to come dig my block.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieChYKpSEk4/Te4KV4z0J5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/2Oe7Mj0KsmQ/s1600/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bd2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieChYKpSEk4/Te4KV4z0J5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/2Oe7Mj0KsmQ/s320/block%2Bmay%2B2011%2Bd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615437156520830866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My dining room is now more than 2 layers deep. I really am ready now. The time it will take to build will be exciting and agonising because I am so ready for the next thing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8Z-Ug3XwCQ/Te4HNs6ZejI/AAAAAAAAB9w/FW9EW7fKLy8/s1600/bunnies.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8Z-Ug3XwCQ/Te4HNs6ZejI/AAAAAAAAB9w/FW9EW7fKLy8/s320/bunnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615433717353380402" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SL</span> is really about my 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> life these days. I check the bunnies and pay tier and that's about it. Taking this photo caused me to crash twice.<br />I gave another online game a shot. This is me as a wizard. It held my attention for a couple of days but honestly without the building component, it just doesn't ring my bells. I have run up and down streets fetching messages for the wizard world and casting spells but... it isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SL</span> My name in there is Grace Spellsomething or another. Should be Ghrace Spell Badly<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VudjaFUyN9Q/Te4Im87oaUI/AAAAAAAAB94/iAeJ-L32vuc/s1600/wizard%2B101.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VudjaFUyN9Q/Te4Im87oaUI/AAAAAAAAB94/iAeJ-L32vuc/s320/wizard%2B101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615435250661878082" border="0" /></a></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-37206174137726384032011-05-23T21:58:00.003+10:002011-05-23T22:06:30.862+10:00Judo<span style="font-family: verdana;">H</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >ello!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Well over the weekend, I think it was Friday I got a tap at my IM window and it was Miss Magz. She wanted to know if I was still making tiny clothes and if she could commission a tiny Judo set.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >I just can't make myself say no as I do love a project. I knew I would be too busy with RL for the first day or so, but come Sunday I was ready to flex my stiffened building muscles.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >I crashed around about 14 times.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >sigh</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >but finally the tiny Judogi was made.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >I am putting it out as a Swagtastic offering in Raglan this coming weekend and then it will join my regular stock<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkRwDRZzQJQ/TdpNN0SdY6I/AAAAAAAAB9E/CNTCGRu4Bac/s1600/Judogi%2BMoppet%2Bven.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkRwDRZzQJQ/TdpNN0SdY6I/AAAAAAAAB9E/CNTCGRu4Bac/s320/Judogi%2BMoppet%2Bven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609881185613079458" border="0" /></a> </div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-86978975423624686632011-05-19T20:18:00.002+10:002011-05-19T20:32:40.595+10:00Pendulum Swings<span style="font-family: verdana;">Sighs heavily. I was 5th out of 42 for the job I went and interviewed for. They did say it was for several positions, but they have offered and have been accepted the first and there is no talk of any more immediately.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The land sale has hit a snag. The property settlement for me to leave this house to be able to buy the next has gone a lot slower than my lawyers could have expected and so it isn't ready. i face large penalties if i do not have the funds. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is rather exasperating.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Add to that a full moon that is making the vast majority of everyone round me (and including me) act like lunatics....</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I bet one day the only time I will blog will be full moons!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://blog2print.sharedbook.com/blogworld/printmyblog/index.html">Turn your blog into a book</a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My friend Sylvia has turned a year worth of her blog into a book. It is completely sensational. I so badly would love to have this blog made into a book! Mostly the early times before I lost some of my SL Zing! but it would be lovely to be able to pick it up and flick through all the photos and stories.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sylvia is the queen of blogging. her book is full of the most wonderful photos of food, friends and stitching</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sylviastitch.blogspot.com/">Sylvia's Blog</a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-33304571436961136552011-05-12T22:16:00.000+10:002011-05-14T06:38:26.047+10:00Today<span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I have had good news. My land is ready and I have some days to find the money. I will try not to think how worried that makes me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I got great feed back from the interview. I got to read the report and as my Taz said.. I might end up with a big head as a result (actually he didn't say 'might')</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So that leaves me feeling a bit dazed and enjoying.....</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oextk-If8HQ">What I am listening to.....</a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-52850345539534947322011-05-01T20:11:00.005+10:002011-05-01T20:18:56.831+10:00Rio Bravo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBDD_Fvme3g/Tb0y8LpEYdI/AAAAAAAAB80/WyYULkpH92w/s1600/Auds%2B2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBDD_Fvme3g/Tb0y8LpEYdI/AAAAAAAAB80/WyYULkpH92w/s320/Auds%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601689521017348562" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ah... well... the land diet? Well I have had to do something. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I haven't had enough <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">prims</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rez</span> a skirt, so I checked the profile picks of Syn Short and found a little corner of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SL</span> for me to rent at a good price. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">For fun over Easter I set up with bunnies again. I don't plan on the full on obsession this time and after a little while I will remove a few. I allowed myself $20 holiday spending and when that is done, it will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">byebye</span> bunnies.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Once they are gone, then I will furnish the house and start dress making again. I have a notion to make tiny wedding dresses. I have two stores now and thought one might become the formal wear store? Dunno.. just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thinkin</span>'</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kK057rLOT4/Tb0zCxnKu8I/AAAAAAAAB88/kfjKhoQCnKU/s1600/Snapshot_006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kK057rLOT4/Tb0zCxnKu8I/AAAAAAAAB88/kfjKhoQCnKU/s320/Snapshot_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601689634289138626" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">But it is nice to have a place to call home</span><br /></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-57840714844718895262011-04-23T11:30:00.002+10:002011-04-23T11:32:11.811+10:00uh oh<span style="font-family: verdana;">I have a long weekend... it was an April long weekend that got me hooked in bunnies last year! I gave myself $20 to play with and bunnied....and now it's a long weekend again...and the ozzie dollar is looking mighty powerful... and I have bought 6 so far and run out of prims.... gulp</span>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-54708062735854829782011-04-22T23:19:00.000+10:002011-04-22T23:20:09.184+10:00Dear kids<br />You are what keep me here<br />Love MumCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425858878671875182.post-33990971048834765942011-04-21T21:28:00.001+10:002011-04-21T21:28:37.184+10:00Mark!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349466162296258515noreply@blogger.com0