Creole Lady Merm-a-lade

Tithis String of Tideborns has been a friend of mine for a couple of years.  Greek by birth, the sea is in her heart and she’s long been my favorite Mer-designer in SL.  Wildly talented, with a great eye for fantasy, practicality and color; with the advent of mesh in SL, it was only a matter of time before she produced a fully mesh Mer Avatar.



She’s a really fantastic build, well-proportioned, great detail.  The blend between woman and fish is smartly done, and the whole thing moves beautifully.  Even more so as there’s an add on Hud to ensure the mesh tail moves in sync with older Mer AOs that were designed around flexi-tails.

When you purchase the Xothian, you’re choosing the skin tone.  You get your choice of 10 differently colored tails, and as many differently colored eyes and nails as well as four different makeups all controlled through a single HUD.

There’s a LOT to love here.  Tithis even made an armor set that fits perfectly and adds that extra bit of bling.  She has plans to release a male version, as well as new Mesh Avatars that are only limited by her imagination.

There’s enough room for customization, I think, that you won’t get a lot of samey samey that people fear when it comes to Mesh in SL.

So if you’ve ever had the urge to learn if it really is better down where it’s wetter; the Xothian is a worthy investment.

Avatar And Outfit – Tideborns – Xothian – Ash Drow

Hair – Exile – Hearts Don’t Break even in Wild Fusion 2

Pose – Lost Angel – Undersea Treasure

Summer Lovin’, was it a blast?

So I havn’t sat down at the table for awhile, and I kind of miss it. I miss the writing, I miss going out and finding something to write about. I’m home for the summer from College, which means it’s been back to the farm life for a few months. This summer, sadly, has flown by, and it’s gone even faster than flying these past two months, because I met a girl. She’s so much fun to be around, she’s cute as a button, easy to talk to, and more social than I could ever hope to be. Because of how social she is, she feels like she has to spend time with all of her friends, which I can understand. But, when shes with me, she acts different.

I’m not one to get this kind of female attention usually, most people don’t go for the skinny guys whose ribs stick out and who can wrap their thumb and index finger around their wrist with room to spare. I’m not muscular, I didn’t play sports, I don’t hunt, I don’t farm, I don’t really do any dirty hard work, which is the common breed of men from where I’m from. So, as I said, I don’t get winks from girls, nor do I really ever get stopped by them to talk.  Of course, this is all just coming from my perspective. The issue at hand might just be that I can’t recognize a flirt or all the signs just fly over my head. Regardless, this girl’s different.

Let me start from the begining. I have a friend, his name is Jake, and he met this girl at his college right before summer started. He goes to a local college, unlike me, so he gets to remain close friends during the summer with all the people he met. Jake had his eye on this girl, and this girl introduced him to her best friend with the intention of hooking my brother up with her. The plan was for Jake to have this girl, and my brother to have her best friend, and life would of been grand. Unfortunately, this girl didn’t feel the same about Jake, so Jake gave up. However, this friend of hers and my brother still talked and hung out, which is how I got to meet this girl who turned town jake. When I first met her, holy cow, she was beautiful, and I just had to keep looking at her to remind myself how pretty she was. She was nice back, something I’d expected from a girl like her, that was the response I usually get from women I like, they act nice and then I never see them again. This wasn’t the case. We hung out about 5 more times after that, even fell asleep together in the same bed (no, nothing happened, pervs.) so I thought things were getting serious, and even thought that maybe this girl liked me and wanted something with me. In my experience, I make  a great “Brother-like Friend” to all the girls I like. This is going PAST friendzoned and into family-zoned, which is even more deeper and untouchable. Who wants to kiss their brother? Creeps do, and I don’t like creeps.

Anyway, this girl didn’t seem to be family-zoning me, or even friendzoning me. She liked to cuddle, we could talk all night, but nothing ever came of it, we never became exclusive, we never talked about being exclusive until about the 9th or 10th time hanging out. I told her I liked her a lot, to which she responded, “I need more time.”

So, she needed more time she said, to figure out her feelings. I asked her how long she needed, her answer made my heart ache. She wanted 7 months to a year to decide…

Excuse me? Okay, correct me if I’m being an impatient douche here, but since when does it take 7 months to a year to figure out your feelings for someone… Eshe once gave Lila (both writers here) some awesome advice regarding how to tell if you like someone or not. Eshe said, “If you look at them and want them to take their clothes off and get naked with you, then you like them. It’s that simple.” I don’t know if those are the right words or not, but its close enough to the point. So, excuse me for thinking that someone needs that long to figure out if you care about them or not. In my head, you should know if  you like someone within 2 weeks. 2 weeks is a great amount of time, it leaves things to be figured out still but it also doesn’t have you going in blind to a relationship. You don’t want to know everything about the person you’re dating before you start dating, because that leaves nothing to figure out. Being in a relationship with your friend, to me, is just adding the pressure to make things sexual. Im sorry, but I want to learn about you while I’m in a relationship with you, leave things to fate, and if we’re not meant to be, we’re not meant to be.

So, I actually re-confessed my feelings to her a week or so later, just to keep it on her mind, and we ended up sleeping together. (it’s okay to be a perv now, it actually happened)… and then we did it again a few days later. Now I’ve got a problem… I want something serious, she wants something physical. In her mind, when I go back to college she doesn’t have to see me anymore, but I want to see her. So, after a long conversation with her tonight, it left me bummed, kinda heart-broken, and lonely, but still left me wanting to go to her house right now and hug her. She hurt me, and I’ve given up hope that something will come of this relationship other than sex. So, thanks for reading my venting post, I’ve got more of a clear heart now than I did before, typing out my feelings really helped, even if nobody reads this. But if you did read this, please leave a comment with some advice, a hug, or a story of your own of something similar to this. Women are cray, folks… just cray.



P.S. — sorry if it’s too long to read…:/

Ramadan Kareem

Today starts the Holy Month of Ramadan. Which for Muslims around the world is a time of fasting and prayer and reflection. My heart remains in Egypt, a nation struggling to find its footing in freedom after decades of corruption and political oppression.

I wish today was the start of a joyous and warm holiday season. But it looks like this time I’ll be turning to my faith for comfort more than gratitude.

For health reasons, this will be the second year that I will not be able to fast for the season. Non-Muslims will perk and say “Why is that a bad thing?” But I like the fasting part. I may whine during the first week or so, but after that I hit my stride. There’s something cleansing about the process, and a victory felt as the sun sets, the prayer calls start, and the dates and apricot nectar come out before the big Iftar meal. Not being a part of that makes me feel a little outside of things, and a little sad.

It’s also the first Ramadan I’m starting out alone. My husband and I have had a tradition of taking a brief weekender vacation the weekend before the start of Ramadan; and the first Iftar used to be held at our house with family and friends. I used to spend all day preparing and cooking and setting the table with the fancy china, and turbo-cleaning the house, and keeping the cats out of the way. Today? I went to the medical center for blood tests. My husband is out of town, has been out of town for the past few weeks, and will continue to be out of town for the next few weeks. I can’t even be sure right now that I’ll see him before Eid. So I’m on my own.

So this season, I turn to my faith for comfort now more than gratitude, and will spend time with the Qu’ran, curled up on the couch doing the cover to cover reading alone. I’ll make more of an effort to make my prayers on time. I’ll pray that my husband makes it home safe and successful. I’ll pray for the health and safety of our family back home. I’ll recite my prayers in hopes for peace.

It won’t be a bad thing or an unpleasant time. Just more pensive and reflective and personal.

Ramadan Kareem.

Murder in my Mouth.

So, it’s been awhile.. my bad. So, here I go, posting time.

Today, I went to the dentist for the first time in over a year. I’ll admit, my brushing and flossing habits kinda slacked a bit during my first year of college, and I found it hard to force myself back into a schedule when I came home of when to brush my teeth twice a day. Some days, it only happened once, other days, it didn’t happen at all (I call those the slob days, don’t judge). Other than that, I’ve got a cavity forming on the upper back left tooth of my mouth, and it’s been getting sensitive, so I dreaded going today because I knew I would need a filling. So, this morning I woke up earlier than I have woken up in a long, long time… (10 am.. I know.. so early) and loaded up in the car after spending 10 minutes brushing my teeth and drove the hour to my dentist office. By the way, I live in the middle of nowhere, so, the nearest dentist is an hour away.

When I got there, they were ready for me to head back, so I didn’t have to sit in the waiting room and twirl my thumbs any. The nurse (do you call them nurses in dentist offices?) began looking at my teeth, and then cleaning them. All was good until she pulled the little metal hook tool out and began digging into my gums… they didn’t like being poked to much. (Warning… this might get graphic…). Before I knew it, she was gasping and apologizing and washing my mouth every three seconds. The tube to the sucker-machine-thing was clear, and all I saw was red. Then the pain come, and I was reminded why I hate the dentist. So, I endured the pain, got in the car and popped three Advil, and proceeded to accept my death.

Then we went to Ihop.. and I wanted to enjoy some effin awesome pancakes, but couldn’t because I found out part of my gums was ripped, and there was no comfortable place in my mouth for food to sit, so I just drank 5 cups of water. It was a lovely meal.

I’m sorry theres no picture for this post, but I couldn’t think about how I could capture this story with my avatar in SL, and It’s late so I’m kinda not in the mood to take a picture. I might edit one tomorrow and add it in…

Hope you enjoyed my lovely dentist story!




Song of the day because it’s just really catchy? – Nicki Minaj – Whip it

Love Equally

no h8Yesterday was a very interesting day for me.. I have a younger sister who is pansexual,  and I decided to go with her to Pride for support.  This was my very first time attending a pride festival and surprisingly it was a lot of fun. In a weird way it was exciting to see how the LGBTQ community has such support and passion for each other. Everyone there was so friendly and trusting. It was very refreshing to be part of something so genuine. I have always been open minded but, after yesterday, I have a new found respect for LGBTQ. They take so much negativity on a daily basis and are constantly judged but, instead of taking that and being cold and negative right back, they celebrate who they are because they love themselves, and at the end of the day that’s all that really matters. I know a lot of people don’t agree with this type of lifestyle but, the way I see it is, it doesn’t really effect you, unless you are the one in the relationship. The intent of this post is not to persuade anyone but, simply to express my point of view and share my experiences.

—– Song of the Day —

Same Love-  Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis ft. Mary Lambert 

—– Today’s Wardrobe —

Hair – Alice Project – Hyori

Eyes – IKON Lucid Eyes – Lagoon

Skin – [Al Vulo! Skin]

Piercing – .Pekka. Mila  Piercing

Tatt00-::Unbroken:: No H8 Tattoo 

Hero in Spirit

It’s been a rough week physically and I’ve just had a hard time mustering the energy to be communicative and positive and all the things I try to be.  Those who know the RL me know why, and they’re being supportive where I let them.

So today’s post is brief, but not exactly phoned in.  Strawberry Singh ‘s weekly meme presented a fun challenge and I wrestled with which movie poster to mimic.   I chose “Resident Evil: Apocalypse” mostly because I just love the word “Shopocalypse.”  Also because at least in a virtual world I can look like I get stuff done.


I’ll come back later and add design credits; but the skin is the new Ashley from BIRDY and is as usual for her, lovely and delicate.

I’m not in Kansas anymore…

So, If you watched the national weather at all yesterday, you would of seen the Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan area getting pelted by the fury of nature.

tornado 3

I wanted to do my post yesterday, you see, and it was going to be about this prim carnivorous plant that we have on the roleplay sim, Raki is his name, but I feel this is going to be a better story, and because a Tornado interrupted my blog-thought-preparation.  The tornado sirens in my town, the alert on my phone, the screaming on the television, those didn’t really bother me. What DID bother me was that those things DIDN’T bother me. As a child, I was terrified of storms, and the second the words “Tornado Watch” appeared on the screen, I was in the basement with my belongings ready for the end of the world, and I would sleep there all night. This time wasn’t so dramatic.

As soon as all the alerts began going off, I casually got up from my computer, not running, not even speed-walking, I just grabbed a set of clothes, walked to the kitchen to grab some waters and a flashlight, and then, still walking, went back to my room to get my phone charger and wallet. 2 years ago, I would of been dashing around the house like a mad man and been in the basement in under 30 seconds. This time, my parents actually beat me to the basement, and had to shout for me to hurry up. My step-grandmother, who lives down the road, came flying into our house, and even she beat me into the basement. Eventually, I made me way to the basement, we closed the door, and braced for impact under blankets, pillows, and a mattress. In my opinion, everyone over reacted, I just sat on my phone and played Jurassic Park Builder, which is a fun game that everyone should get if they have an iPhone or Android.

Anyway, I considered this event to be my family bonding event for the week, so I’m allowed to be barricaded in my room for the rest of this week.  We weren’t in the basement for more than a half hour, and when we emerged from our hole, the storm was still hitting, but the tornado had just thrown a few branches from our neighbors tree into our yard and ripped off a few tiles from the roof. Other than a minor leak into our attic and a broken rocking chair that was on our front porch, the house survived to see another day, and nobody died.

Shortly after the tornado passed us, the weather channel changed their warning to a Flash Flood warning, as the rain had not let up at all. This morning brought sunlight, and we were able to look over the damage. My step dad is a farmer, and he complained about flooded corn fields and bean fields, because that is what he plants (he tried wheat once, but didn’t make profit off it.). My mother, complained about flooded landscaping and a flooded yard, and I complained because I couldn’t get to my car due to the large puddle blocking the way to the driver side door.

So, unlike the roaring tornadoes seen in the movie Twister (fun fact: I used the think the movie Twister was about an evil tornado that tormented an area whenever it stormed, rather than being several different tornadoes), this tornado was more like a powerful sneeze. I’m alive, the lightning was terrifying, and the rain came off our roof in the form of a waterfall. Compared to some places I know that friends live, I was lucky. One friend of mine, he has horses…or had them, lost all his animals because a tree broke his fence and the horses made a dash for freedom. So, yeah, I was lucky, and I’m glad for it! So, here’s my post for the day, enjoy the salad!


Song of the Day — Little Big Town – Tornado

The Sacrifice (A Flash Fiction)

The SacrificeIt had been his rule as long as they’d been married. You have to get rid of something old in order to get something new. She stared into the sparse wardrobe, the spoils of her afternoon tumbled across the floor from their glossy paper bags. Two pairs of shoes, a dress, a jacket, some stockings and pretty lingerie to match. She’d felt wonderful as she’d walked down the street, those shiny bags bouncing with every staccato click of her heels against the concrete. But now, as she stared into her pared-down wardrobe, the high had faded and she was faced with a choice. She fingered the dry-cleaning bag that archived her cocktail dress. She didn’t go to cocktail parties anymore, and the dress was out of season now. But she worn that when she’d met him. A different him. One that tried to convince her that she didn’t have to make sacrifices.

She’d worn those espadrilles when she’d met him later in the park, and he told her all she had to do was pack it all up and walk out. It would all fit into a suitcase. She’d packed before just to see if she could.

She reached up and worked her fingers into the shoebox that had once held a pair of sandals sacrificed for a pair of suede boots last fall. But it wasn’t the heel of a boot her fingers closed over. It was the grip of a gun. A small revolver he’d put there in case of a break-in. He’d been wrong, the man in park. You have to sacrifice something old in order to have something new.

This is a Flash Fiction piece – a nod to one of my very favorite writers, Nobel Laureate Naguib Mafouz, who was known in his later years for his ability to convey entire stories in the span of a couple of paragraphs.    The point being to try to convey an entire story, including protagonist, conflict, obstacles and resolution in as few words as possible. 

Hair – TRUTH – Candy in Blonde

Skin – BIRDY – Audrey – Vamp Makeup – Pure Skintone

Blazer – The Secret Store – Structured Blazer in Chalk

Corset and Skirt – The Plastik – Princes Collection from 50L Friday

Shoes – G-Field – T strap in Cream

Pose – Glitterati – Shopaholic’s Closet

Summertime Shenanigans

So this week has been kind of crazy for me. I expected when summer rolled around I would have a lot more time for second life but, these days it just seems like everything keeps coming up. I have been spending some time with family, which is much needed. My mom and sister live about an hour away so I don’t get to see them often. I am really close to my family so it’s super depressing when I go weeks without seeing them. My current roommate was going away for a week, so I invited my family to come for an extended visit. It has been awesome! I forgot how fun it is to spend time with them and have people around who love you.

I am also in the process of moving, so having them here has been a lot of help. I have moved a lot in my life, 19 times to be exact…. and I am only 23. So long story short I hate moving!  You think that I would be good at it by now but, sadly I just seem to be accumulating more stuff. I have so many random things I don’t know what to do with it all, so I have decided to start getting rid of things. I thought this would make the process easier but, it seems to just be a lot more work. From now on I am making a promise to myself that if I ever move again, I am hiring someone to do it for me!


—– Song Of The Day —

Lego House- Ed Sheeran

—– Today’s Wardrobe —

I don’t have time to make a picture so today I give you wise words from Sweet Brown….

movingAlso Please enjoy this bird dancing😀


Cray Cray Ex’s…

So, I’ve had a day today where I’ve just been lonely, felt like nobody wanted to talk to me, or what I had to say wasn’t important enough for some people. This feeling kinda overlapped from some things that happened yesterday, but I was able to keep my mind off of it because I went to work. Today though, I’ve been left with nothing but my thoughts. So, in my lonely fit, and cleaning rampage, I came across a box of letters that my ex-girlfriend had given me when we broke up. She had never sent them, but kept them in her room in  hopes that one day we would get married and she would show me them, but of course that never happened because she was 16 at the time and I was 18. Anyway, the letters really touched me. The first letter was actually from the day we met in 2010, and then several more throughout those years up until we dated. From the time we dated up until the last letter, there were song lyrics she had written, poems, fantasies of us living together with 3 cats and 2 dogs and horses in the back yard. It was really sweet.

blogpic_001We’ve been broken up for almost a year now, and the last thing on my mind is how our relationship was when it was about to end. What did cross my mind, in my loneliness was, “Dang… I really miss this girl.” I had really forgotten just how crazy she was, all of the things she had did that made me want to tear my hair out, or how her parents treated me because I wasn’t a nice catholic boy like they wanted for their daughter. On our first date, she made it clear that she would not be moving in with me until we were married, and the sex wouldn’t come until our honeymoon. That should of been a red flag for me at that point, but me and my innocence was just like, “D’aww that’s adorbs that she is thinking that far into the future.” Her brother thought we were going to become best friends, he was 12, and that was cute too. I even took him our for ice cream once and we talked about boobs. Yep… One night over the summer, I went to a party of a friend of my brother’s, and there was alcohol involved. I had told her I was going to a party, and her mind she must of believed it was a sleep over or something. Ladies, here is a lesson about boys; we don’t have “sleep-overs” just for fun, we have them because we’re to drunk to drive home or because we got in an argument with our parents/roommates/wives (depending on age of boy) and got kicked out of the house. I’m certain there are other reasons why a boy might have a sleep-over, but back on track with this story. So, when I go to this “sleep over”, she texts me and wants to make sure I’m having a good time, and at this point I’m probably not in the best of shape to be texting anybody, so my reply was a garbage can full of letters that didn’t form any words, and ended it with a smiley face that ended up being a  :` face, which obviously means I can’t feel my fingers. She didn’t call, she didn’t text, she had her mom drive her (two hour car ride from where she lived) to come take me home. Though, when she got here, I told her I wasn’t coming and locked her outside until she left. Best Boyfriend move? Probably not, but hey, whatever.

So back to my first point, if she was such a crazy girlfriend, pycho really, why am I missing her? After pondering it for most of the day while I plopped my SL avatar by the water of our beautiful island sky-platform so he could ponder it with me, I came up with this: I don’t miss -HER-, I miss the idea of her. Whenever I needed to talk, she was there, and whenever I needed my space, she wasn’t. That was the good thing in our relationship, and that behavior spawned from our friendship really more than our dating-couple-relationship. She was a great friend, but when things got beyond that, we were ready to kill each other. So, this whole “missing her” was pretty much a result of my loneliness and feelings of me not mattering. I’m starting to think that I might of dedicated to much of my life to this game called SecondLife, and now my real life is suffering because I have nobody near me to talk to unless its my family.So, to wrap up this blog post, I’m going to challenge myself to do something. I can’t write about what this said challenge is, but in a week or two I might write about the results. Until next time, enjoy the salad!

Today’s song choice — “Just Give Me A Reason” – Pink ft Nate Ruess (Sam Tsui & Kylee Cover)

Hair- [Burley] Sammy in Black

ISON – Quinton glasses in Monochrome

Piercings – Pekka. Miracle Piercing

Ears – [MANDALA] Simple Ears

Eyes- IKON ‘Sunrise Eyes in Bronze Light

Neck – +ILO+ Neckerchief in mono-black

Shirt – Sleepy Eddy Laceup Denim Shirt in Dark

**The Neck and Shirt pieces are available this month at The Men’s Department**